You All Owe Him a Word of Thanks

"Cough, cough—aren't you two going to say something? Are you just going to keep staring at each other in silence? I still have no idea what happened inside the Tomb of Sargeras."

Raymond gave a soft cough, taking the initiative to break the awkward stalemate.

The air of ill-fated entanglement between the two people opposite him was simply too thick.

Maiev Shadowsong in particular had not taken her eyes off Illidan Stormrage for even a moment. She was staring at him even more intensely than some women stared at the high-quality boyfriend they had finally managed to catch, as though afraid he would slip away again if she looked away for even an instant.

As for Illidan Stormrage...

Well, perhaps he always looked domineering in front of others, but before Maiev Shadowsong, he was an entirely different sort of "bottom."

It could not be helped. Whether in combat style or ability, she completely countered him.

In truth, the reason their chase had lasted so long was mainly because Illidan Stormrage's army vastly outnumbered the Wardens Maiev Shadowsong had brought with her.

Otherwise, he would have been captured by Maiev Shadowsong before even leaving Ashenvale and dragged back to continue their imprisonment play.

"Who exactly are you? A new Guardian of the Council of Tirisfal?"

Maiev Shadowsong cautiously tested him as she sized up the young human before her.

As far as she knew, apart from Queen Azshara, the only beings in this world capable of casually casting magic with such terrifying destructive power were the Guardians created by High Elves and humans, or Malygos, the Dragonlord of the Blue Dragonflight who wielded magical power.

Moreover, the Tomb of Sargeras had originally been sealed by a Guardian of the Council of Tirisfal.

It was perfectly reasonable for one to come investigate