Want to wake Illidan up?
Xavius's words seemed to make some sense, but Robbie had reservations and analyzed the situation carefully:
"Leaving aside whether we can defeat Illidan, even if we succeed, there's a certain degree of danger. We can't control Illidan's personality, and it might backfire, leading him to another extreme."
"But we have no other choice," Xavius said, shrugging helplessly.
"No, violence is only a last resort. Defeating someone requires more than just violence. No one is perfect, Illidan must have other weaknesses," Robbie said.
Xavius scratched his head. "That's right, Illidan has many weaknesses. His overwhelming strength masks all his flaws. Only by striking at his greatest strength can we change him."
That's really difficult.
Perhaps, one can use the power of words to suggest that a person's character is often related to their knowledge and experience.
Isn't there any other way?
Robbie decided to observe for a while first, and if all else failed, he would resort to violence. With Xavius's help, Robbie settled down in the Night Elf village.
Malfurion was extremely upset at being accused by Tyrande for no reason.
In the Night Elf village, Malfurion's strength was among the lowest. Every Night Elf received a gift from the Well of Eternity, either possessing immense physical strength or boundless magical power.
Malfurion had nothing; his physical body was weak, and his magic was not strong.
A select few geniuses are even able to obtain projections of the Book of Azshara, thus gaining access to more information about the outside world.
Malfurion was extremely jealous, but luckily he had a genius brother, Illidan.
To avoid upsetting his brother, Illidan refused the Book of Azshara, which brought him some comfort.
When Malfurion was feeling down, he liked to seek solace from his teacher Cenarius. Although Cenarius's Druid magic was called trickery by the Night Elves, Malfurion studied it very diligently.
Near the small lake where Malfurion lived, Malfurion was surprised to find that there were guests there.
Krasus, the Red Dragon, lay lazily by the lake. Rhonin and Broxigar stood in the open space, listening intently Cenarius recounted the Druid's Path. Broxigar's injuries had not yet healed; his chest was wrapped in bandages.
"Who are they?" Malfurion asked in surprise.
Cenarius looked at Malfurion and said earnestly, "My dear disciples, they are the ones prophesied by the Moon Goddess. With them, we will surely achieve victory."
Malfurion narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze deep. He rolled his eyes and said, "Respected teacher, they are all beginners. Why don't I teach them?"
Cenarius thought for a moment and nodded in agreement.
After observing Illidan up close using the Eye of C'Thun, and with Xavius's explanation, Robbie gained a sufficient understanding of Illidan's strength.
Illidan was very strong, but all his strength was innate, meaning Illidan never received formal training. In addition, he was far stronger than those around him and never showed his true abilities.
Illidan, with his limited combat experience, fought almost entirely on instinct.
It's important to know that among the major races in Azeroth, humans are not physically dominant.
However, humans excel at summarizing experience, and their exploration of combat techniques has reached its limit. Robbie considers himself slightly inferior to Illidan, but if he adds combat skills and the power of the Holy Light, defeating Illidan is not impossible.
If all else fails, they'll have to wake him up, but before that, Robbie won't give up trying.
Having learned enough, Robbie felt ready to meet Illidan with Xavius.
That night, Xavius led Robbie into Illidan's cabin.
Upon meeting, the enthusiastic Xavius patted Illidan on the shoulder vigorously:
"Illidan, my old friend, let me introduce you to a new friend, an adventurer from a faraway land, Robbie Capor. He is a prophet, Prophet, and I feel it is necessary to introduce him to you."
Illidan, who had not accepted Fel, had a handsome face. He greeted Robbie politely and brought out his treasured fruit wine.
Robbie didn't beat around the bush and went straight to the point:
"Illidan, I have come for you. You possess extraordinary power, and your future is destined to be extraordinary."
Illidan scratched his head, just smiled, and said nonchalantly:
"When I was born, they called me the Child of Destiny, but I never thought of it that way. I'm just stronger and more Mastery in magic than my fellow citizens, and I believe it's a gift from nature."
"No, Illidan, your golden eyes signify your extraordinary nature," Robbie emphasized.
"Destiny moves everyone, whether you like it or not. You will be influenced by Destiny, and one day you will reach a turning point in your Destiny. You cannot escape your Destiny. Your choices will determine the future of the entire Night Elf race. I have seen some fragments of the future, concerning your Destiny."
"You mean Destiny?" Illidan was skeptical. Destiny was an unpredictable concept, and even the great Queen Azshara dared not claim to be able to see through Destiny.
"Illidan, do you want to know your future Destiny?" Robbie deliberately piqued Illidan's interest, and seeing that Illidan was still hesitant, he added, "Like your future with Tyrande."
The naive Illidan was indeed fooled; his eyes lit up, and he asked enthusiastically, "Of course, I'd like to know how many children Tyrande and I can have?"
Robbie nodded, then said mysteriously, "In our ancient Eastern world, there is a profound art that can determine your future Destiny from the lines on your palm. Extend your left hand."
Illidan doesn't easily trust others, much less believe in Destiny, but Robbie was introduced by his old friend Xavius, so Illidan felt awkward refusing and could only extend his left hand.
Robbie carefully examined Illidan's left hand, looking at the crisscrossing lines on it. His expression grew increasingly gloomy. He let out a long sigh, hesitated as if he wanted to say something, glanced at Illidan, shook his head, and sighed again.
That's all for today, goodbye.
Robbie pulled Xavius and turned to leave. Illidan was stunned for a moment, then quickly chased after them to see them off.
As they parted, Robbie gave Illidan a very meaningful look, which made Illidan even more uneasy.
The Night Elf race relatively simple-minded, and there are almost no tricks or deceptions involved. During the day, when the Night Elves were resting, Illidan tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep, his mind filled with Robbie's hesitant expression.
Finally, Illidan couldn't take it anymore and ran straight to Xavius's house, determined to get to the bottom of things.
Robbie deliberately made excuses, repeating them several times until Illidan was almost about to attack, before finally reluctantly saying:
"Illidan, you must know that Destiny is unpredictable, and life always has its disappointments. For every gain, there is a loss. You should know that your Malfurion loves Tyrande just as much as you do."
Illidan nodded solemnly after hearing this.
Robbie grabbed Illidan's left hand and pointed to the two palm lines on it, saying:
"This palm line represents your emotional bond with Tyrande, and the one next to it represents your brotherhood with Malfurion. See, they converge here. Tyrande, Malfurion, you can only choose one. The choice is yours, Illidan. Believe me, no one can have it both ways."
Illidan's face darkened upon hearing this.