Maiev smiled and looked at Akama: "When I passed by the Pleasure Gardens, I saw that it was luxuriously decorated, and every item was top-notch. Is the Black Temple very rich?"
Akama said calmly, "That's just superficial extravagance. Illidan has always been extravagant; the Black Temple has already emptied its coffers."
Maiev stopped in her tracks. The Watchers gathered around Maiev, their beautiful eyes fixed on Akama.
"If you can remember where the treasure is hidden, we'll continue on our way," Maiev said with a smile.
Akama was filled with rage. What if mortal adventurers couldn't hold off Illidan, Illidan came after them?
To survive, Akama could only grit his teeth, feeling as if a large chunk of flesh had been cut off, and said with immense pain:
"Demon Hunters raided numerous Burning Legion strongholds, mostly former Archimonde forces, and looted treasures piled up in the Treasure Halls."
Maiev smiled smugly, "Not bad. Take my men to the Treasure Hall. Don't worry, we Watchers won't take much."
Akama had no choice but to lead the way. Fortunately, the Treasure Hall was on the upper level of the Black Temple, so it was on the way and wouldn't waste too much time.
After the stone doors of the Treasure Hall opened, countless dazzling rays of light shone out like a sun.
The Black Temple has a rugged style, and its Treasure Hall has a high dome and is exceptionally spacious, with mountains of gold and silver jewels piled up.
Even the Night Elf race, who are usually indifferent to Wealth, couldn't help but gasp in surprise.
Maiev whispered to the Watchers, "Don't be dazzled by these glittering stones; they're useless except for decoration. The most useful items are Magic Crystals, weapons, armor, Magic Scrolls, and Rare Forging Materials. I'll open the Gate of Watchers now. Pick some suitable ones and take them back to the Vault of the Wardens, then come back to support me."
Akama was heartbroken, but the most important thing right now was to kill Illidan. She asked worriedly:
Who will deal with Illidan?
"I can handle it all by myself," Maiev said confidently.
Maiev opened the Gate of Watchers, then closed the stone door to the Treasure Hall, her expression turning serious.
"Lead the way."
In the Broken Abyss of Mardum, the Demon Hunters gathered together, gazing at their leader, Vandel.
This is the New World that Demon Hunters have always dreamed of. At this moment, they are on a vast grassland, with a dense forest not far away.
The fragrance of green grass, the lush growth of birdsong, and the blossoming of life evoked memories of Mount Hyjal before the Legion's invasion.
Strangely, there is an abundance of Fel here.
The harmonious coexistence of Fel and the forces of nature is a wondrous sight that inspires awe.
It's important to remember that the Orcs, having accepted the Legion's Fel, slaughtered the Draenei and devastated the Draenor World.
Vandel looked at the numerous Demon Hunters and said loudly:
"Brothers and sisters, for so long we have relentlessly hunted down the Legion's Demons, and many of our brothers and sisters now rest in eternal rest in another world. Now I declare that the Demon Hunters ' arduous journey has come to an end, and a new world lies before us, which will become the Demon Hunters ' home."
"Vandel, thank you for finding New World and fulfilling Lord Illidan's long-cherished wish, but we have come for Orodur. Please tell us where that artifact is."
The one who raised the question was Jess Weaver, a young Demon Hunter captain.
Vandel breathed in the fresh air. "I'm sorry, I deceived everyone. There is no such thing as Orodur; it was just a fabricated illusion."
"What did you say?" Illidan's most trusted Adjutant, Cairne Sunfury, roared. "Vandel, why did you deceive Lord Illidan? This is betrayal!"
Another Adjutant, Altruis, frowned slightly. "Vandel, we believe you. We need an explanation from you."
Vandel waved his hand, and a trusted aide brought over a bag that had been prepared beforehand.
The bag was opened, revealing a young Demon Hunter.
"Cynthia Shadowweaver?" Cairne Sunfury looked up and questioned Vandel, "What do you mean by this?"
Cynthia Shadowweaver, the most beautiful Demon Hunter, possesses a lovely face and a slender figure.
Unfortunately, the Fel consumed her sanity, twisting her face into that of a raging beast.
Her skin was covered in pustules burned by Fel, and her beautiful hair had withered.
Despite being bound by strong chains, she kept trying to break free, a suppressed, low growl escaping her throat.
Vandel said sorrowfully, "As you all know, I accepted the mission to kill Cynthia Shadowweaver, but I couldn't bring myself to do it, so I hid her away."
Altruis sighed, "Vandel, I understand you. My heart bleeds every time I kill a comrade with my own hands, but this is the Destiny of Demon Hunter."
"Who says this is the Destiny of Demon Hunters?" Vandel gritted his teeth. "Do you remember how Cynthia questioned Lord Illidan?"
"Of course I remember. What are you trying to say?" Altruis asked.
The veteran captains present all remembered that it was the crucial battle in the first invasion of the Broken Abyss, Mardum.
Illidan selected a group of elite Demon Hunters and personally led them.
During the pre-war preparations, Cynthia Shadowweaver raised a question:
"Lord Illidan, Fel flows in our veins, constantly eroding our sanity. How are we any different from those monsters?"
Illidan's reply was, "We will not be like those guys in Azeroth, willingly becoming prey for Demons. We will bring the flames of war to the world of the Burning Legion and hunt them down."
Cynthia was not satisfied with this answer.
What Cynthia really wanted to ask was: Why have we gone mad because of Fel? She wanted to find a solution.
But the matter was dropped because of the Demon Hunters ' loud cheers.
Later, in the Battle of Mardum, Cynthia fought bravely and made great contributions.
Before she could even be promoted, she lost control of her Fel, lost her mind, and wandered the world of Mardum away from the group.
Because the Burning Legion is searching for the secrets to the Demon Hunters' power, they cannot let the crazed Demon Hunters go unpunished; they must kill them to prevent future trouble.
This task fell to Vandel.
"I didn't kill Cynthia; I imprisoned her in a secret place because I shared the same question as her: why would Demon Hunter go mad?"
Vandel's voice held a suppressed rage. "This concerns every one of us. Fel constantly eroding our sanity. Even the most Steadfast among you will, within ten years, descend into madness like Cynthia."
Cairne Sunfury roared angrily:
"Vandel, what do you mean? Do you doubt Lord Illidan? From the first day we became Demon Hunters, we knew the consequences. Power comes at a price, and we all accepted it willingly. In order to kill more Demons, these prices are worthwhile."
Vandel nodded:
"Indeed, I once trusted Lord Illidan just as much as you do, but have you ever considered why Lord Illidan, who has lived for ten thousand years, hasn't gone mad?"
"Lord Illidan is a genius of unparalleled talent, a super genius who appears only once every ten thousand years. How can we compare to him?" a Demon Hunter captain said disdainfully.
Vandel looked at the captain and asked, "Then why have the Dreadlords, Pit Lords, Eredar who accept Fel remained unharmed for tens of thousands of years?"
The Demon Hunters fell into a sudden, collective silence.