Upon hearing the name Tyrande, Xavius frowned in exasperation.
Tyrande was not the most beautiful girl in the village. In Xavius's opinion, Tyrande's eyes were too narrow and her gaze was gloomy. She had a long waist and short legs, and her appearance and figure were far from perfect.
More importantly, she is cunning, ambitious, and scheming, making her not a good woman for domestic life.
If Illidan and Tyrande were to get together, it would be an absolute tragedy.
Before leaving, Xavius wanted to do his best to make Illidan see Tyrande's true colors.
Xavius had always had an ideal: he didn't want to waste his talent and was determined to pursue the truth of magic. Sooner or later, he would have to leave the village and go to the distant Azshara to study.
The great Queen Azshara calls upon all those with aspirations. Legendary the Queen is striving for a grand goal and needs help. This is Xavius's opportunity, for his thirst for magic surpasses all else.
However, Xavius was worried about two people: his good friend Illidan and Lisa.
Lisa was the most beautiful girl in the hundreds of villages nearby. Even the most gorgeous words could not describe her appearance. Legendary her beauty was comparable to that of Queen Azshara. All the young men were infatuated with Lisa, except for the Stormrage brothers.
Brothers of Stormrage?
Xavius wasn't sure about this, but Illidan's infatuation with Tyrande was beyond doubt.
Malfurion's situation is less certain; it's probably more out of jealousy towards his brother. Malfurion excels at taking everything Illidan likes, and Illidan's humble and courteous nature allows him to succeed in the end.
When did Illidan begin to be infatuated with Tyrande?
The village was right in front of them. Night Elves valued harmony with nature, and their village was built deep in the forest.
Under the influence of magic, vines twined around the branches, and the lush foliage layered upon each other, forming green walls and creating a spacious and bright treehouse.
Xavius looked at Illidan, whose face was filled with happiness, and thought he was probably about to be overjoyed to see Tyrande again.
Xavius suddenly remembered that expression; it was very familiar. Years ago, Illidan had been just as infatuated with Lisa as he was.
Ever since Cenarius, the charlatan who proclaimed the end of the world, appeared, and Tyrande became the Priestess of the Moon, everything changed.
Illidan's infatuation with Tyrande is clearly abnormal; he and Lisa are a perfect match.
Could there be some hidden conspiracy behind this?
Xavius secretly vowed to find out the truth, even if it meant risking his entire life.
Robbie crawled out of the tree hole, gazing at the slowly rising sun and feeling the changes within his body.
His entire body was filled with explosive power; he could knock down a towering ancient tree beside him with just a light punch.
Robbie stretched out his palm, and powerful Power of the Holy Light gathered in his palm, layer upon layer.
My body has become noticeably stronger, and I can now control more Holy Light.
Robbie dispelled the Holy Light. He knew his transformation must be related to the Demons blood that the mysterious man cosplaying Gul'dan had forced him to drink.
The long-dormant mysterious blood absorbed the power of the Well of Eternity, resulting in tremendous growth and fundamentally changing Robbie's strength.
Even more surprisingly, Robbie wasn't the only one to receive the rewards from the Well of Eternity.
Robbie sensed that a mysterious net was enveloping Azeroth, with the Well of Eternity at its core. All the Night Elves had received gifts from the Well of Eternity, and the magic was transforming their physiques, making each Night Elf Archmage.
It's important to know that just a bottle of water from the Well of Eternity was enough to create the Sunwell of Quel'Thalas.
The Well of Eternity is vast and magnificent, with its surging waves. Each Night Elf receives at least one bottle of water, equivalent to the mana reserves of the Sunwell.
Robbie realized that this was a terrifying time.
The most frequent historical account of this period describes the Night Elf race, led by Queen Azshara, abusing magic.
In retrospect, Queen Azshara's practice of extending the benefits of the Well of Eternity to every Night Elf could be described as an abuse of magic, but Robbie praised her for this selfless approach.
Do you remember the magical kingdom of Dalaran? No matter how glorious the city of Dalaran, the residents of the surrounding area still used the most primitive methods of manual labor.
The only impact of each magical breakthrough in Dalaran on ordinary people is increased taxes.
Thinking about this, Robbie began to understand what Mana Addiction was and why the Night Elves suffered so much from losing the Well of Eternity.
It's like a rich kid who's been pampered since childhood and suddenly has to work to make a living; this huge drop in status brings immense psychological pressure.
Furthermore, since the body has become accustomed to abundant magic power, it easily withers away once the supply of magic power is cut off.
Robbie activated the Eye of C'Thun; he needed to find Illidan Stormrage.
"It's truly unbearable!"
Archmage Rhonin always considered himself a qualified adventurer, capable of enduring hardship.
But as he traversed this overgrown primeval forest, thorns tore through his magically protected mage robes, colorful venomous snakes flicked their bright red tongues, and the omnipresent miasma forced him to hold his breath.
The forests of this era seem denser and more dangerous.
Rhonin glanced furtively at the Orcs Broxigar beside him. The beast was equally disheveled, cursing incessantly, which made Rhonin feel much better. In contrast, Krasus, protected by his scales, handled everything with ease.
After resting for a while in an open area, the three discovered some traces, indicating that Elves were lurking nearby.
"We'll split up; it'll be more efficient that way. You two, Reptile and Servant, don't follow me," Broxigar ordered loudly.
Of the three, Broxigar, the Fel Orcs from the Burning Legion, is the strongest in terms of true strength. However, Rhonin is an Archmage, and Krasus is a dragon, so each has its own advantages and disadvantages.
In this unfamiliar era of adventure, Rhonin really didn't want to be scattered; unity and complementary abilities were the right choice.
But neither Rhonin nor Krasus dared to disobey Broxigar's wishes.
Rhonin took out two Magic Beacons and handed one to Broxigar and the other to Krasus. These were communication devices that allowed them to call for help from their companions if they encountered danger.
Exploring in three directions, Broxigar unslung his Battle Axe from his back, unable to hide his excitement.
He smelled a familiar aroma, an unparalleled deliciousness that made his mouth water uncontrollably.
Such delicious food should be enjoyed alone; it would never be shared with companions.
Fel Orcs possess a sense of smell beyond that of ordinary people. Following the scent in the air, Broxigar cautiously approached his target like a dangerous predator in the jungle.
As they drew closer, Broxigar carefully parted the leaves and saw a little Elf girl playing in the clearing.
Like a human girl of seven or eight years old, exquisitely beautiful, with a wreath of grass on her head and humming a lullaby, Broxigar dreamed of her deliciously fragrant roasted.
"Haha, delicious Elf cub, where do you think you're going?" Broxigar leaped out from the bushes, his large hand reaching for the little girl.
Broxigar's fangs were sharp, and his face was ferocious. The little Night Elf girl was so frightened that she cried out and instinctively swung her pink fist.
Bang!
Broxigar felt as if he had been struck by a terrifying blow, and flew backward a great distance like a kite with a broken string.
He remembered that when he served the Burning Legion, he had endured the trampling of the Pit Lords, and this was nothing compared to this.
"This isn't right."
Broxigar felt a sudden darkness engulf his vision.