Rise of the blood elves

338【Illidan's Dream】

In night elf legend, a person with rare golden eyes must be extraordinary in the future, and will eventually become a transcendent being that affects the direction of history.

Queen Azshara, who defeated the arrogant troll, brought arcane magic to new heights, and led the Kaldorei Empire to glory, has golden eyes.

So does Illidan.

When he was born, the elders in the village held the infant in his arms, thinking of his parents and the villagers from all over the country who came from all over the country to declare that this child would be great.

But what troubles Illidan is that this specialness has become his trouble.

As a child, he firmly believed in this legend and yearned for his future achievements.But as he grew older and matured mentally, he had long forgotten it.

I am not special.

And because of his family background, he didn't even have the chance to learn the arcane magic he dreamed of.

Whenever he walks on the streets of Suramar City, his golden eyes always attract side glances and gesticulations from passers-by.

especially

When he was working on the culvert drainage ditch construction site in the south of the city.

"Look, the legendary son of the prophecy is actually digging out the sewers covered in filth." This was the comment Illidan heard most often. At first, he felt ashamed. He even bought a pair of dark crystal eyes to cover them. idea.But he gradually got used to the sound. Of course, not being able to afford expensive crystal glasses was also a very important factor.

Night Elf society is good everywhere, and even the poorest civilians can receive basic enlightenment education.Even in remote villages, there are schools established by the Presbyterian Church to popularize knowledge to children.The literacy rate is nearly [-]% of the entire population, and they have an accurate understanding of the world in which they live.

But the problem is that in a peaceful era when the social structure is relatively stable, a person's achievements are closely related to family background factors.

Illidan's family is not wealthy, they are just a farmer in a small village on the outskirts of the city.There is no money for the Stormrage brothers to receive a better education and rise to a higher class.

Illidan was eager for change. In order to save enough tuition for the Basic Magic Academy, he worked as a sewer worker, farmhand, cleaner, and gardener over the years.

He even had the idea of ​​joining the army, because when the war of expansion was at its fiercest, in order to stimulate the people's enthusiasm to join the army, the empire increased the soldiers' annual military pay several times, reaching as much as two gold coins.

But when he thought about having to wield swords and guns every day, and that he might not be able to use arcane magic from now on, he had no choice but to give up this thought and continue to save money in a down-to-earth manner.

"Ah Malfurion, how could you accept Tyrande's money on my behalf? What would Tyrande think of me?"

In the afternoon, walking on the sparsely populated streets of Suramar, Illidan had a headache.

As he grew older, life eroded Illidan's faith in his future achievements.But as the physiology gradually matures, there is also another kind of inexplicable emotion that begins to grow quietly and is deeply rooted in my heart.

Tyrande, his childhood sweetheart, often appears in Illidan's dreams.In the dream, she was so beautiful, as holy as a lily

Dreams reveal and deepen the deepest desires of the heart, making them evocative.Boys who have just grown up will always do something

illusion.

Physiology, that's it.Emotions will always come together with the physiological needs for vigorous growth. No one can avoid this. If you avoid talking about it, it is better to treat it rationally.

Whenever he wakes up from his dream, Illidan hurriedly washes his clothes to avoid being noticed by his parents. He will feel very guilty because this is undoubtedly a blasphemy against Tyrande, friendship, and his childhood sweetheart.

But he had to admit that every time he fell asleep, he was deeply looking forward to Tyrande entering his dreamland again, no matter in which form or where he appeared.Are they innocently chasing each other in the small forest where they played together as children, or are they bathing together in the stream next to the village where Illidan often bathes?

Illidan shook his head and put aside the fascinating thoughts in his mind.

Tyrande became a priestess of the Temple of the Moon, a high priestess.

The gap between the two became more and more obvious. Illidan would feel scared every time he saved one coin for tuition. He was worried that the gap between himself and Tyrande would eventually be as insurmountable as a chasm. From then on, , Tyrande can no longer be obtained.Although he knew that Tyrande would never value money, his pride kept Illidan working hard.

He must return the money to Tyrande.

"Illidan, how dare you come back?"

A roar resounded through the street, and Illidan was startled. He followed the sound and saw the drunken foreman Hope, who was walking out of the Pig's Head Tavern with two scantily clad wanderers in his arms.If it weren't for the support of the two wandering warblers, he might have fallen down the steps.

"Mr. Hope."

Illidan greeted quickly.

Hope pinched Liu Ying's upturned buttocks, staggered over step by step, blinked his blurred eyes, and said dissatisfiedly while breathing in the breath of alcohol:

"You've been absent from work for a week and I can't let you stay at the construction site anymore."

How much wine did you drink? Illidan thought to himself as he endured the smell of alcohol hitting his face.

"Come and have fun, handsome guy! For the sake of your good looks, I'll only charge you half the price, okay?" Liu Ying, who was stationed at the door of the tavern to attract customers, lifted up her skirt and kept ogling Illidan.

Illidan only glanced at it, then turned red and quickly looked away.

I'm actually not wearing anything underneath.

Elune, I saw nothing.

"Well, I'm really sorry, Mr. Hope." After praying, Illidan sincerely apologized to Hope, "You know, you really can't live without me at home, please say goodbye."

"I know, I know. You don't need to explain. It's not that I don't want you. This time, Mr. Irvine is really angry." Hope interrupted Illidan with a wave of his hand.

Mr. Irwin is an upper elf in the city. He used his family connections and spent some money to contract the construction site in the south of the city from the City Management Council where Illidan worked.This man is a complete vampire. He has extended the working hours of workers by half from the official seven hours a day. If someone is absent from work, even if they take leave due to illness, they will have to deduct a week's salary.

When the salary was last calculated, Illidan, who was absent from work for six days due to family matters, only received half of the salary for three months of hard work.

"Mr. Hope, I'm sorry."

Just as Illidan was talking, Hope let out a loud belch and fell straight to the side.Illidan hurriedly reached out to help him, but he was also brought down to the ground, in a miserable state.

"I really can't keep you here any longer. Boy, I will lose my job. There is some money here, take it. Just treat it as your parents' funeral expenses."

Hope closed his eyes, groped in his arms for a long time, took out a small bag, threw it to Illidan, and then started snoring.

This was the money that Hope gave him as a private subsidy. Illidan held the money bag and looked at the foreman Hope who always yelled at his subordinates. He didn't know what to think.

"This is my drink money. Remember to thank me for snoring." Hope suddenly yelled in his sleep, scratched his butt, and continued to sleep.

"Ugh."

Illidan sighed helplessly, picked up Hope with all his strength, and walked towards the south of the city.He knew where Hope lived because every time he paid his wages, he had to go to the foreman's house.

When passing by the Basic Magic Academy, Illidan couldn't help but stop and look inside.What surprised him was that it was so late and the early workers were almost leaving work, but the college was still very lively.Teachers in robes used magic to move tables and chairs, and filed out of the side door towards the central square.

What are you preparing for?

With this question in mind, Illidan continued to move forward.It wasn't until I passed by the central square and saw hundreds of workers still setting up the venue overnight, and saw the Spell Showdown flags fluttering in the wind, that I suddenly realized that today was the annual Spell Showdown event that I would observe every year. , there have been so many things going on recently, he actually forgot about it.