“Illidan, Illidan…”

"Who is it! Who is calling my name!"

The Haigar Mountains, the long-lost homeland, Illidan, who had just found a little memory of memorial, suddenly woke up from his rest!

Tree houses, moon wells, rich natural breath of life.

This is a typical night elves village.

He looked around vigilantly, with the demonic vision, and keenly discovered some night elf sentries monitoring him outside the house, which made him very dissatisfied.

Although reason told him that this should be the spontaneous behavior of the sentries, the actual night elves are now in power, and Tyred cannot be so stupid. It is meaningless to send ordinary sentries to monitor him. But in the end, there is still a little dissatisfaction in his heart... He turned out to hate because of love, perhaps this is the most real portrayal.

Illidan would make many sacrifices for Tyred. This is a great sentiment. More so, I am afraid that it is another kind of "unobtained" mentality. For men, the more they can't get it, the better. This is a convention. But don't think that a man is Kaizi and can play with him at will. Illidan, who always makes concessions in his relationship, may not have no own trade-offs. In fact, in the face of the general trend, how can he resist it alone? Giving in does not mean there is no resentment in his heart. In the relationship between men and women, a greatness often requires only love to suppress hatred, not only love, and no naivety of hatred.

"Who is calling me!"

Yilidan silently thought in his heart that he had lived by the Well of Eternity since ancient times, and his knowledge was as rich as Dalaran's most powerful mage. Even if he was just a combat profession, what he saw and experienced could not be described in mere books.

With the experience of trading with the higher life form "Sargeras", Illidan knew that this was another extremely great existence, summoning him.

"Who is it, who is it? Please tell me the name of the great one."

Yilidan responded respectfully in his heart, without breaking the rules, nor would he blindly follow.

He always believed that one day he would become one of those great beings. But he would not be like those crazy mages of Dalaran, naively thought that knowledge alone could challenge the realm of God.

"Illidan, come here, you know, where, I am, guiding you."

A faint, vague summon. This is completely a naked temptation, using power and opportunity to tempt it, just like Sargeras back then.

Illidan did not doubt why the great being had to summon him with such means rather than appearing in person.

You know, this is the Hygal Mountains. In addition to the city known as the shelter of the elves, built on the trunk of the earth's crown TEDA Hill, the largest gathering place of elves, and is also the second hometown of the elves. It is also the shelter of the first World Tree, Nordashir, and guarded by the three dragon legions. I am afraid that even if the body of the gods like Sargeras arrives, they are likely to be blown up by the power of the World Tree!

Replacing the original position of the Eternal Well, what Noda Hill condensed was not only the power of Illidan to use the private water of the Eternal Well to recreate the second Eternal Well, but also the imprint of the entire plane.

After a little hesitation, Illidan flashed and disappeared into the tree house, and the sentries outside did not even notice it.

As an elf who longs for powerful power, Illidan never lets any chance slip through his fingers, never...

"Do you decide, the mysterious demigod, the one you are waiting for will not come. He seems to have a better choice than you."

The scorching sun, which was partially suppressed all day, fell to the West Mountain in a depressing way. In line with the order of heaven, the moon's glow became brighter at night.

There are many adventurers on the island, but they all adhere to the duties of mortals. After a long prayer, they honestly return to the hotel to rest or write adventure logs. However, there is no harbor near the powerful power of the Holy Spirit. Even the goblin merchant who calls for time and money all day long seems to have forgotten the booked goods.

At night, the moonlight beam is particularly obvious, but under the hazy beauty, Chu Ying is smiling bitterly.

"I never thought that he would really not save him. Then, I hope to get a fair chance to fight."

After moving his stiff neck, I wonder if the darkness made "Eluen" more confident, or she was still a kind god after all. After the night, the restrictions imposed on Chu Ying and the others were completely removed.

Chu Ming lay tiredly on the ground and gasped. No one would feel relaxed when he was imprisoned for a day in such a posture. Even if he could ignore the fatigue on the face of the throne, mental humiliation and the resulting conscious struggle are inevitable.

"You are dying."

Chu Ying did not understand what the elect meant to the gods. It is not surprising that Eastern cultivators knew very little about Western divinity.

But from the attitude of "Eluen" that has repeatedly "tolerated" it, Chu Ying guessed that it must not be a cabbage on the roadside.
Chapter completed!