Illidan and Tyrande

Things were much easier than Tyrande had imagined. When she arrived at the Black Temple and gave her name, she was easily allowed entry. Although the Black Temple was heavily guarded and defended by countless demons, Fel Orcs, Blood Elf, Naga, and all sorts of monsters, Illidan could never point his blade at Tyrande —the only person he truly loved.

Illidan's men, who spent their days idly in the Black Temple, naturally indulged in gossip. Almost everyone knew about the affair between Illidan and Tyrande, so they didn't make things difficult for Tyrande at all.

Soon, Tyrande followed the Blood Elf maidservant into the interior of the Black Temple, into a large hall. Upon seeing Tyrande enter the hall of the Black Temple, Illidan instantly transformed from a proud and ruthless big boss of a monster force into a lovestruck man.

He stood up directly from the throne.

"Tyrande, I never imagined we'd meet again. Every day and night I've been away from you, I've missed you terribly. In this dark and gloomy castle, only the memories of you bring me a sliver of warmth. You can't possibly imagine how much of a surprise your arrival has been to me."

Hearing her old acquaintance utter such cheesy words, Tyrande couldn't help but blush. She felt a pang of emotion. It was impossible for her to say that she had no feelings for Illidan. Illidan's unwavering devotion to her had always deeply moved her. However, Tyrande was a born politician who understood who she could rely on and who was only suitable for exploitation.

To her, Illidan was not a suitable partner. Leading the Night Elf and being with Illidan was absolutely impossible. Moreover, in her eyes, Illidan's pursuit of power had gradually become somewhat pathological, far inferior to his traditional brother.

She glanced at the demon guards surrounding the hall and frowned slightly.

Seemingly sensing Tyrande's thoughts, Illidan waved his hand, "You may all leave."

After the guards had left, Illidan explained, "These demons aren't as ferocious as they seem. They're just Recklessness and ignorant creatures who worship power. As long as you're stronger and more powerful than them, they won't mind pledging allegiance to you." As he spoke, Illidan grabbed Tyrande's hand. Tyrande could feel a burning sensation, and the Fel energy emanating from Illidan disgusted her, causing her to abruptly pull her hand away.

"I'm sorry, I didn't come here to catch up with you."

Upon hearing this, Illidan's expression immediately turned grim. "Then, dear Tyrande, what brings you here?"

"I've come to convey the goodwill of the Alliance and the Horde. We hope to join forces with you to fight the Elemental King. The Elemental Tide has threatened the entire world, and the Alliance and the Horde have united for this cause. However, with your help, the chances of victory are obviously much greater. And as far as I know, you are currently at war with the Elemental King."

Illidan snorted coldly, "Hmph, I knew it. Every time you come to me, there's always trouble." Illidan said with some dissatisfaction.

"But you're right, the Elemental King is indeed a threat, and besides, I can never refuse you." He sighed. "I can form a Horde with the Alliance and the Horde, but only to deal with the Elemental King. Once Azathoth is driven out of Outland, our alliance will end."

"Thank you, Illidan. I knew there was still a glimmer of kindness in you deep down," Tyrande said, turning and leaving.

As Illidan watched Tyrande's beautiful figure disappear through the gate, a surge of anger welled up inside him.

He desperately wanted to keep Tyrande there, even though it would anger Tyrande, infuriate Malfurion, and might even ignite a war with the Night Elf. He longed to be with Tyrande so much that for a moment, he wanted to do whatever he wanted, regardless of the consequences. But he knew he couldn't; for his mission, he had to sacrifice something.

"You seem to like her a lot, why don't you let her stay?"

A voice jolted Illidan back to his senses. A man in black had appeared in the seat next to him at some point, casually tasting some Outland fruits placed on the table.

"Who are you?"

Illidan's flames Boiling, but he felt neither nervous nor careless. His opponent's ability to appear here silently was clearly extraordinary.

"Relax, buddy, I'm not your enemy. By the way, why didn't you let her stay? It's obvious Tyrande likes you too." The man in black showed no sign of tension, and instead stood up and walked towards him as he spoke.

"Oh, so that's what you think? She likes me too?" Illidan's eyes lit up at the black-robed man's words, but he quickly regained his composure. "Don't try to change the subject, intruder. Who are you? Answer my questions, or else!" He suddenly raised the Warglaives of Azzinoth.

"What else? Are you going to kill me with one blow?" The man in black robes said as he walked over, showing no intention of dodging at all. He passed straight through the blade of the sword, as if he were a phantom, and stood in front of the man, only a step away.

"What?!" Illidan exclaimed in surprise. He had just seen the man in black eating, so it was clearly not an illusion. Moreover, he could even feel the man's breathing.

He tried again to wave his hand at the man in black robes, wielding the Warglaives of Azzinoth, but still couldn't touch him at all.

"See, you don't need to be nervous at all, because I don't have to worry about being killed at all. Let's talk about Tyrande instead. Do you want to be with her? If you do, just say so. I have a way to let you be with her forever."

"Hmph, what are you talking about?" Illidan sneered. Although he was tempted, he knew that such casual words should not be taken lightly.

"I'm not kidding. In fact, don't you think you and Tyrande are a match made in heaven? Compared to strength, appearance, your love for her, and your achievements in fighting the Burning Legion, in what way can your brother compare to you?"

But in the end you still lost. Tyrande chose Malfurion instead of you. Don't you find that strange? It just doesn't make sense."

Illidan thought to himself, "Yes, that really doesn't make sense. I'm so handsome, how can that Old Stag compare to me? Why didn't Tyrande choose me?"

"She didn't choose me because I used demonic power," Illidan said bitterly.

"Ha, what a joke. You should know about adventurers, right? Among those adventurers, there's the Warlock class. Warlock are good at controlling demons, and some can even transform into demon form like you. I went to Darnassus a few days ago, and guess what? I saw quite a few Warlock and demons there, just walking around on the streets, and I didn't see any reaction from the Night Elf."