The Storms Gather

"Who?"

"I said not to tell him."

[blank] "Who is it?!"

"I said, don't tell him!"

Leiluo wanted to know, but Vashj didn't want Illidan to tell him. One kept pressing, the other kept warning him. Illidan stayed silent for a while, but in the end, he still gave a name.

"Maiev Shadowsong."

When Leiluo heard the name Illidan had given, he wisely shut his mouth. He knew Maiev wasn't someone easy to deal with. What's more, the person standing before him was the very one Maiev had been pursuing all this time. Asking a "criminal" to go to a "constable" for information was practically turning himself in. No wonder Vashj hadn't wanted Illidan to say her name. Leiluo glanced at Vashj guiltily; he'd lost the righteous confidence he'd had moments ago. So he looked toward Vereesa instead, hoping she might know of another way.

But when Vereesa saw Leiluo looking at her, she turned away, showing him the back of her head.

Left with no choice, Leiluo looked to Illidan again, hoping to hear the name of someone else who knew the spell.

But how could Illidan, a "criminal" who'd been imprisoned for ten thousand years, know who else could cast it? None of his followers had ever learned such a method, either.

"Leiluo, I'll go find Maiev."

The four of them fell silent for a long while. At last, Illidan spoke—but his words shocked the two people there.

"Absolutely not! Maiev's been trying to capture you all this time. If you go, you'll be walking right into a trap!"

"At the Tomb of Sargeras, Maiev was nearly buried alive by you. If you go to her now, she'll kill you!"

"If we don't try, the Scourge will keep us trapped here. We'll have no choice but to sit