"Are you crazy?" Maiev shouted.
"Whether he is Illidan or not is unimportant. Over the past ten thousand years, our Night Elf race has faced countless crises, and we have survived them all thanks to him. Without this monster, we would all be dead."
Cordana Felsong shook her head and sighed helplessly, "Our Night Elf race was once incredibly powerful. Queen Azshara didn't even put the Burning Legion in her eyes. Now, we have to rely on a monster just to survive. What a pathetic reality. Illidan told me that without this monster, Tyrande would realize that Night Elves need magic."
Maiev was horrified. "Insane! Insane! Cordana, have you forgotten? Because Queen Azshara abused magic, she almost caused the destruction of this world. We Night Elves must learn a lesson."
Cordana's eyes blazed with madness. "Rejecting magic, rejecting change, and blindly worshipping the Moon Goddess —what's the point of the Night Elf race? Let them perish!"
"Fallen, Cordana, you have completely fallen!" Maiev roared, but it was all in vain.
Cordana Evil Song smiled as she chanted a soul incantation.
This is a spell called Soul Millstone. Shadow power condenses into a ball, like two millstones, ruthlessly crushing the monster's soul, and then generating an Evil Flame to burn the shattered soul to ashes.
The monster on the stone pillar let out a frantic roar, finally lowered its head, and fell silent. Ten thousand years of imprisonment ended at this moment.
"It's all over, Illidan, my love. I did it." Cordana closed her eyes, a relieved smile on her face, completely content.
Maiev found it very strange that although she possessed the Tome of Chaos, learning the magic within it was not easy, especially in the realm of the soul. The Night Elf race had little knowledge of this and were complete novices.
"Cordana," Maiev asked coldly, "How did you learn the magic from the Tome of Chaos?"
"Of course, it was my dear Illidan who taught me," Cordana said with a warm smile.
"After the Black Temple was destroyed, I met Illidan in Shadowmoon Valley. He was holding a small flower that Tyrande had given him, and he said he would never forget Tyrande's love. This touched me deeply, and I fell in love with him at first sight."
Maiev stood there stunned for a long while, then gave a bitter smile:
"Cordana, you've been fooled. Tyrande never gave Illidan any gifts, never. The Illidan you saw was a fake."
Darnassus.
Tyrande slowly opened her eyes. Before her appeared Mount Hyjal and the village of the Night Elves. At this moment, she was a Night Elf girl. Looking out from the wooden house, the moonlight was bright, like a white veil covering the earth.
Bathed in moonlight, with the shadows of the trees swaying, she saw Malfurion and Illidan, the two brothers playing happily beneath the trees. Illidan was exceptionally intelligent and talented, unmatched in any game, but he was also very considerate, always letting his brother have his way, which allowed Malfurion to play to his heart's content.
"Illidan, my brother," Malfurion said happily after winning another game, "I encountered a strange creature in the forest. He had the upper body of Night Elf and the lower body of a deer. He could perform some interesting tricks and transform into various animals."
"That's really great!" Illidan hadn't yet learned to argue with his brother, always agreeing with Malfurion: "It must be an interesting trick."
With his brother's support, Malfurion exclaimed excitedly, "Yes, brother! The strange man said I have a talent for magic tricks. You and I will go learn together that day, and I'll perform for everyone. Lisa will be so happy!"
"Lisa?"
Upon hearing this, Tyrande frowned, her previously carefree mood instantly clouded over.
Those lost memories show signs of awakening; the scene before me is both familiar and strangely unfamiliar.
"No, no, this isn't real, it's a dream!" Tyrande shouted, and the scene before her froze. The branches swaying in the breeze, the shadows dancing in the trees—everything stopped.
Tyrande stared in astonishment at this strange scene, then she heard a familiar voice:
"You've really forgotten all that, the Tyrande Whisperwind, ten thousand years ago."
"Illidan, it's you." Tyrande's heart skipped a beat; Illidan had never addressed her so formally before.
"It's me. I just wanted to see you. Ten thousand years have passed, and I wanted to see what you've done."
Illidan pushed open the door and entered. At this moment, Illidan had delicate features and a tall stature, and his golden eyes shone even brighter. His hair was cut very short, and he wore a strange black bodysuit. The material of the clothes was indistinguishable as either fur or silk, and it was as smooth as a mirror. The collar and sleeves were noticeably tight.
Tyrande noticed that Illidan's demeanor and attire were completely different from the Illidan she remembered. He possessed an otherworldly and refined air, as if the two were living in completely different worlds.
"Ten thousand years have passed. How are you? My brother, how is he doing?" Illidan asked wistfully.
Memories flooded Tyrande's mind. In her dream, she suddenly remembered the prisoner who had been held captive in the Vault of the Wardens for ten thousand years, and immediately became cautious. "Illidan, why are you here? And how did you manage to sneak into my dream? What are you doing here? Are you here for revenge? It was Maiev who imprisoned and tortured you, not me."
"Tyrande Whisperwind, you haven't changed at all."
Illidan smiled faintly, looking up at the sky. It was Night Elf race were fast asleep.
"The universe has long since been turned upside down, yet you still live your simple lives. Ten thousand years ago, Xavius and I left Mount Hyjal to become members of the Highborne, it feels like only yesterday. In these ten thousand years, my experiences have been rich and varied. We have conquered unfamiliar worlds, enlightened countless beings, and continuously progressed and changed. Our fleet..."
Illidan shook his head. "Never mind, you wouldn't understand even if I told you. Perhaps you like this kind of life. It's good to see you. The Tyrande Whisperwind strong, Sylvanas harbors malicious intentions. You must be careful. Remember, do not attack Argus Planet; it's a trap. As a childhood friend, this is all I can tell you."
Tyrande stared at the familiar yet unfamiliar Illidan, completely bewildered by what he was saying; her mind was a jumbled mess.
Illidan waved goodbye to Tyrande, and the dream suddenly shattered. Tyrande awoke with a start to find guards barging into her bedroom—a highly impolite act unless something serious had occurred.
"Lord Tyrande, something terrible has happened! Illidan, he's dead! He's dead in the Vault of the Wardens!"
"Dead?"
Tyrande rubbed her slightly numb forehead, thinking to herself that this strange dream was Illidan's dying farewell. Good, at least she was rid of this troublesome one. But without Illidan, how would she deal with Sylvanas?
Darkness, coldness.
The Tome of Chaos couldn't kill the immortal soul of a god; instead, it freed him from his physical body.
The monster opened its eyes; it now possessed a new body, the robust body of a Night Elf.
Before him stood a beautiful Night Elf woman.
"Aman'Thul, do you remember me?" The woman smiled sweetly, but her voice was icy.