A time corridor with no beginning, no end, and no end in sight.
Black Cat perched on a broom led the way, with Robbie following behind, as they passed through one Time Portal after another.
Robbie knew that behind each door lay a piece of ancient history.
"The turning point in history has arrived; the moment that will decide the Destiny of Azeroth has come. Robbie, your mission is not just Illidan; do not forget Queen Azshara," the Black Cat earnestly instructed.
History is full of lies; you can only find out the truth by verifying and experiencing it for yourself.
Robbie nodded; he understood the unfavorable situation the Alliance faced.
A spy from Silvermoon City has brought news that Sylvanas is trying to make contact with Queen Azshara.
This is a dangerous sign. If Queen Azshara Sylvanas's side and summons the Dark Portal in Theramore, the Iron Horde and the Naga will have no chance left for the Alliance.
This is also why Robbie agreed to go to 10,000 years ago.
The influence on Queen Azshara must be applied within the timeframe of 10,000 years ago.
Robbie had no confidence in this adventure. The historical records from ten thousand years ago were even more cryptic and full of contradictions and inconsistencies than the accounts of Arthas's rise to power.
It's all a lie!
Arriving at a door, the Black Cat confirmed the Timeline behind it and earnestly instructed:
"I'll take you to Illidan first. Remember, character determines Destiny; Illidan's tragedy lies in his character."
Robbie straightened his collar, bid farewell to the Black Cat, and held an Orb of the Sin'dorei in his hand. Ten thousand years ago, before the rise of humans, humans were an unfamiliar race to most Night Elves.
This Epic Sin'dorei Orb allows Robbie to transform into the form of High Elf.
Stepping through the Time Portal, a breath of fresh air rushes towards you.
Robbie found himself in a dense forest, in the still of the night, surrounded by towering trees, with weeds, thorns, and vines encircling the trees, and strange flowers the size of bowls blooming in the woods.
The roar of an unknown wild beast echoed from within the dense forest, and the surrounding trees swayed rhythmically, as if something had been awakened and was staring at the stranger who had unexpectedly intruded.
A white owl perched on a branch, Anjing watching Robbie.
Faced with this strange and ancient world, Robbie cautiously used the Eye of C'Thun to survey his surroundings.
Boom!
Robbie's mind went blank for a moment. He saw a huge pool of Blackwater, the pitch-black lake surging and roaring, creating huge waves.
Within the lake, a giant golden eye slowly opened, and Robbie's reflection was seen deep within its pupil.
Robbie felt a surge of power within him, as if all his muscles were in a state of ecstasy. He felt a strange connection between himself and the lake, and a powerful force entered his body across space.
Without a doubt, this is the Well of Eternity.
Robbie felt his body inflate like a balloon. In fact, no change was visible on the surface of his body. A magical power was awakening within him, greedily absorbing the magic of the Well of Eternity.
Although Robbie was certain that he was very far from the Well of Eternity.
The surrounding trees stopped shaking; the external force had long been torn apart. The owl flapped its wings and flew away; the feeling of being watched was gone.
Robbie found a tree hole and crawled inside. He felt that the power within him was unstable and he needed to rest for a while to allow the power within him to settle down.
Mount Hyjal, Tranquility wilderness, a dense forest, a time belonging to the Night Elves.
Two young Night Elves traversed the jungle, running swiftly through the dense undergrowth. They were local residents, familiar with the surrounding forest as if it were their own home.
Xavius was a nobleman with a distinguished surname and lineage. This was an era of equality, where nobles were no different from commoners.
This was because of Queen Azshara, but captivated by her stunning charm, no noble felt anything was amiss.
Like Xavius, he should have been a lord with vast lands, but the changes the Queen brought to the Night Elf race rendered the lordship meaningless.
The changes the Queen brought to the Night Elves were too rapid. The transformation of Night Elf society was like a whirlwind, changing rapidly, yet it was also so peaceful, seemingly a natural progression, without feeling abrupt.
Xavius looked at the tall, strong figure in front of him, his heart filled with awe and envy.
Illidan Stormrage, a genius among the Night Elf race, was two heads taller than the average Elf. He carried a massive bundle that was over ten meters high on his back, which Xavius knew contained layers upon layers of magically processed meat.
Illidan moved with incredible speed, the weight on his back feeling like a feather, forcing Xavius to cast spells on his legs just to keep up.
Xavius was also carrying a lot of things, including tents, weapons, and materials for making traps. The two were on their way back from chasing a Demon Dragon. This half-dragon, half- Demons creature was an experiment of the Dragonkin and had been harassing the residents of nearby villages.
So Illidan made his move.
It was a mutated Demon Dragon that was a hundred meters long, spewing dangerous Fel Flame Dragon's Breath.
Unfortunately, he was defeated by Illidan with just a few punches, and the tools Xavius brought were completely useless.
All he could do was dismember the poor Demon Dragon, then cut off the edible parts and processed them with magic to prevent them from rotting.
In this era, the Night Elves were at the top of the food chain and never lacked food.
However, Demon Dragon meat is a rare ingredient, capable of eliciting screams from young girls.
Xavius considered himself a magical genius, second only to Illidan, and believed he could defeat the Demon Dragon, though it would require considerable effort.
"It's breathtakingly powerful!"
Looking at Illidan's broad back, Xavius felt as if he were seeing a towering mountain.
"I said, old friend," Xavius said politely.
"This Demon Dragon meat is our spoils of war. Can you promise me you won't have your share? Malfurion did nothing but use your spoils to win the girl's attention and claim all the credit. You may not care, but it's unfair to me."
Illidan was the guardian of hundreds of villages in the vicinity; no one could rival him, and he always had the greatest haul on his hunts.
Xavius admired Illidan and sincerely recognized him as a good friend, but he was very dissatisfied with Illidan's Malfurion.
Illidan trusted his brother and always handed over the spoils of war to Malfurion, who then distributed them among his people. The cunning Malfurion would then claim the spoils as his own, even though he couldn't defeat a single deer.
For example, in the distribution of the Demon Dragon meat, Xavius felt he had done almost nothing, but Illidan was very generous and willing to give Xavius one-third of it.
"Alright, alright, Xavius." Illidan never refused anyone; he always tried to find a balance. "Half of the Demon Dragon's flesh is your spoils. How about this distribution?"
Xavius sighed inwardly; out of noble pride, he did not want to take advantage of Illidan.
He simply wanted to teach Illidan to be smarter, out of concern for a close friend, but clearly failed.
"Illidan, are you still learning from that charlatan?"
Xavius analyzed seriously, "Cenarius is just a magician, claiming to be some kind of Wild God. His Shapeshifting are useless. The Queen has said that the bodies of us Night Elves are the most perfect."
"I know, but Tyrande likes it," Illidan replied.