Throughout the journey, Illidan remained silent, lost in thought.
Mount Hyjal is a vast region with extensive primeval forests, expansive elemental lands, lakes, swamps, and rivers, inhabited by large groups of Night Elf race.
Neither Xavius nor Illidan had ever seen the world beyond Mount Hyjal.
Facing his homeland he was about to leave, Xavius's eyes shone with anticipation, filled with longing for the outside world.
Illidan, on the other hand, was preoccupied with his own thoughts. He longed for his homeland and was a sentimental person.
As they approached the edge of Mount Hyjal, Illidan suddenly sighed and said something out of the blue:
"I feel that the power of Elune, is a regression."
"Fall back?"
Neither Robbie nor Xavius understood why Illidan had suddenly made such a statement.
After days of contemplation, Illidan seemed to have figured something out; his amber eyes shone brightly.
"The journey of life progresses from simple to complex, from lower to higher, from primitive to civilized. For example, we evolved from Dark Trolls into Night Elves, abandoning various barbaric customs, changing our dependence on the natural environment, learning to use magic, believing in our own power, and no longer worshipping those foolish Loa."
Robbie shrugged. Among the Night Elf race, the Loa, worshipped by the Trolls, had no place in the hierarchy; any adult Night Elf was far more powerful Loa.
"But look at what the Moon Goddess has made us do!" Illidan's voice was filled with resentment as he shouted, "Turn into bears, leopards, wild boars! Good heavens, these animals are just food for us! We've already reached such a high level of evolution, are we really going to revert to primitive animals?"
"It's about thinking," Xavius disagreed, retorting, "Our way of thinking is different from that of animals; this is the most fundamental difference between humans and animals."
"That's right, we can think, and we can use tools," Illidan analyzed earnestly.
"Elune, transformed us into animals, ostensibly to use our intelligence to control their stronger bodies and adapt to arduous and challenging battles. But in the process of transforming into animals, our form changes. To adapt to our new bodies, we must study animal habits, learn how to walk, and think like wild beasts. In the long run, will we be any different from animals? I have every reason to suspect that this is a conspiracy."
Xavius was baffled at first, but then he realized what was happening and was horrified. "Could it be that the fundamental purpose of the Druid's Path is to turn us into animals?"
Illidan nodded solemnly:
"There are many ways to become stronger. Even if it's just changing your physical form, there's no need to become an animal. Why not become a higher species with a body more suited for combat, like the Demons of the Burning Legion?"
Pit Lords, Felguard, Doomguards, and other Demons of the Burning Legion conquer the worlds. Their forms have been refined through countless trials and tribulations, making them clearly more advanced and best suited for combat.
Illidan's speculation struck Xavius, and he fell into deep thought.
Robbie suddenly lowered his voice and said to the two of them, "Watch out, there's Demons."
"Haha, young Night Elf, you're right."
A rumbling sound came, and a Demons appeared in front of the three. It was a monster that looked like Felguard, with a strong body and ferocious muscles. It was two heads taller than Illidan and was carrying a large cleaver.
A Demons from the Burning Legion, making no attempt to conceal its Fel, strode towards the three, followed by Three-headed Felhound.
Illidan immediately prepared for battle. Seeing the wary Illidan, the Felguard waved him off dismissively and said:
"Don't worry, I'm not an enemy. Admittedly, we Burning Legion are very cunning, especially me, known as the Hakkar, who is notorious for my treachery. But that's only towards enemies. We are very sincere towards our friends."
Hakkar.
Robbie knew the name; he was an officer in the Burning Legion, and apparently held a high position.
However, this guy's arrogant and smug expression seemed to have nothing to do with cunning.
Illidan remained vigilant and demanded, "Hakkar, how can you prove you're a friend, not an enemy?"
Hakkar Haka laughed heartily:
"Queen Azshara trusts me, granting me equal rights with the Night Elves and allowing me to use the magic of the Well of Eternity, a power you should be very familiar with."
As Hakkar, raised his hand, powerful magic surged forth. Illidan and Xavius were very familiar with this power; it was the magic of the Well of Eternity. Neither of them dared to be careless and hurriedly activated their magic defenses.
However, the Hakkar did not launch an attack; instead, his magic transformed into a long wooden table and four chairs.
The Hakkar sat in the master's seat and said magnanimously, "Please sit wherever you like."
Robbie looked on in surprise. Could the magic of the Well of Eternity be used like this? Why had he never seen the Night Elves use it before?
Looking at Illidan and Xavius, both were equally baffling.
"It's the power of the Well of Eternity," Xavius affirmed.
"But how did you do that?" Illidan touched the magically conjured tables, chairs, and benches; they were indistinguishable from real ones. He had never seen such sophisticated magic before.
Hakkar simply smiled and activated his magic once more.
As the magic coalesced, various foods appeared on the table: fragrant baked bread, delicious cakes, large chunks of roasted meat, glasses of fragrant fruit wine, and all sorts of vegetables and fruits.
Robbie was utterly stunned by the incredible magic, while Illidan and Xavius were completely dumbfounded, unable to believe their eyes.
Arcane Magic can summon water and bread.
But I've never seen anyone capable of creating such a lavish and extravagant feast.
"You are the Night Elves who live on Mount Hyjal, aren't you?" asked Hakkar.
Illidan nodded blankly; he was completely captivated by Hakkar's magic.
Hakkar sighed and said sympathetically:
"That's understandable. The Queen's messenger introduced me to the customs and culture of the various Night Elves. If you want to enjoy a luxurious life, then go to Suramar City. If you want to study the mysteries of magic, the first choice is of course the Magic City of Azshara. As for Mount Hyjal, that is the territory of the Elune, a place where you can close your eyes and ears."
"Do you think my magic is amazing? Let me tell you the truth, in the Magic City of Azshara, this is just a common spell; any Night Elf can cast it."
"What?"
Illidan looked sullen. He never denied that he was a genius, especially in the application of magic, but he couldn't figure out how Hakkar had completed the spell, which made him very unhappy.
Hakkar, noticed Illidan's gloomy mood and comforted him, "Young man, don't be discouraged. These spells are nothing special; they are simply the result of the collective wisdom of many Night Elves."
"No matter how powerful a genius you are, even Queen Azshara, you cannot compare to a group of geniuses. Human thought has limitations; only when the wisdom of many is combined can miracles be created."
Next, Hakkar, looked directly into Illidan's eyes and said solemnly:
"Just as you said, Druid magic deprives you of the freedom to think and binds your minds. This is a conspiracy by the Elune; I've seen many similar things during my conquest of the heavens."