Rise of the blood elves

209【The taste of freedom】

In the quiet passage, Maiev's starry eyes full of resentment were close at hand, and her heavy breath blew on Angmar's face, making him feel itchy.

As a night elf, Maiev is tall, comparable to Angmar. Because she focuses on strength and agility training, her physique looks much slimmer than Angmar, who does not practice martial arts and is slightly thinner.

But this did not destroy the beauty of her well-proportioned and slender figure at all. Instead, it made her look like a dangerous female night saber, with a wild beauty.

Angmar looked at the other person's face and had to say that Maiev must have been a beauty when she was young. It can be seen from her eyebrows.But even if the three Aspect Dragons bestowed the blessings on Nordrassil, the world tree, allowing the night elves to enjoy eternal life, the years would inevitably leave traces of time on Maiev's lavender skin.

The skin of a female warrior whose duty is to protect her cannot be so delicate.It is quite rare that it is not rough due to the wind and sun all year round.

In the past 1 years, all the gentleness she had when she was young has been transformed by her daily training, her never-quelled hatred of demons and evil, and perhaps because of the extreme elements in her character. All of them have settled into a unique temperament similar to ruthlessness.

Because the helmet and neck guard were taken off, Angmar could clearly see through the soft light of the moonstone inlaid in the passage that Maiev had a deep scar on her chin that extended to the collarbone, which made him remember more and more. Starting from the fact that the other party is one of the most powerful women in Azeroth.

And now this powerful watcher is supporting the wall with one hand and holding the spare dagger at his waist with the other hand, tightly confining him in a very small space.Like an active volcano hidden under the ice, the anger that has been stagnant for a long time will erupt at any time.

"Gollum."

Angma's throat, which was close to the wall, slid, trying his best to maintain a small range of motion, and gently wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

"You made me wait for 1 years, Angmar." Maiev said softly, as if she was stating a simple fact.

Angmar simply didn't know what to say.

Everything that happened today felt doubly unreal to him.Suddenly I learned that there was a well-known female character in history who had something happen to "him" 1 years ago, and it seemed that "he" had committed evil but failed to end well, leaving the other person in his mind for 1 years. time

Two little Angmar seemed to appear in his mind.One is him now, and the other is him in the future.As a young man, he said to himself: "I am a scumbag."

The mature one nodded and replied affirmatively: "That's right."

Looking at the wrinkles at the corners of Maiev's eyes, Angmar felt an inexplicable feeling of guilt in his heart, gradually replacing the doubts about what "he" had done. 1 years is really too long. For any woman, time is always the most precious thing.No matter what, even if he doesn't want to admit it anymore, this is already an established fact.

Sighing secretly, Angmar said: "Ms. Maiev, I think there is one thing I must tell you. I am not yet."

He also knew that it was impossible for the other party to believe what he said.Moreover, such an explanation was very irresponsible, but before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Maiev.

"Miss"

Maiev looked at Angmar in astonishment. After a while, she put down her arms, took two steps back, and smiled to herself, "This is the first time I have heard such a name from you. It feels very distant. You are Didn’t he come up with some new excuse to explain his disappearance again and again for no reason?”

Why did she say "again"

"The Battle of Satyr, the sealing of the first generation of druids who completely turned into werewolves, the banishment of Dath'Remar, the suppression of the evil god Hakkar of the Gurubashi Trolls, the Battle of Quicksand" Maiev counted Angmar's crimes in detail , "In the 1 years since the end of the ancient war, you have appeared in front of me no more than five times. Each time you came and went in a hurry. After completing your important task of saving the world, you didn't even say goodbye. He disappeared inexplicably. I know you are a big shot, but do I deserve to bear all this?"

These words caused great turmoil in Angmar's heart. Everything Maiev said was a major event that had happened in Azeroth in the past 1 years.Thinking of the power of time that I am about to master, could it be that I am involved in these major events?

Scenes of blurry scenes flashed quickly in my mind, as if some "memories" that did not belong to this moment were slowly coming to mind due to the disappearance of some kind of shackles.But they were all shrouded in a layer of hazy yellow sand, making it difficult to see clearly.

"Sure enough, you are still like this."

Maiev keenly caught the subtle changes in Angmar's expression. Although she didn't know what Angmar was thinking, she was sure that it was definitely not about herself, so she shook her head in disappointment, turned around and walked up.

The sound of footsteps broke Angmar's contemplation. For a moment, he couldn't chase him, nor could he not chase him.

Maiev climbed up the steps, stopped in front of the cell door, and asked softly: "Angemar, do you know how rare it is for night elves to be pregnant?"

"Squeaky bang"

Without waiting for Angmar to ask questions, she opened the cell door and disappeared into the passage.

The dull sound of the cell door closing echoed in the passage for a long time. Angmar stood there dumbfounded, feeling like ten thousand kodo beasts were running past in his heart.

Did I hear you right? Pregnant

pregnancy

Angmar, who had been beaten hard, suddenly realized something, quickly caught up with him, and opened the cell door, but there was no sign of Maiev in the passage.

"Blood Elf, what can I do for you?" The guard on duty looked at Angmar and asked expressionlessly.

Angmar opened his mouth, took deep breaths several times to calm his turbulent mood, resisted the urge to chase after him, shook his head and said, "I'm sorry."

After saying that, he closed the door again under the puzzled eyes of the watcher, and ran down the passage.

Seer Malfurion has something to ask you.

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The sound of gentle footsteps echoed in the empty cell.

Sitting on the cold ground, leaning against the wall, Illidan Stormrage's ears twitched slightly, and he turned his head sideways, looking for the source of the sound.

For 1 years, the footsteps that sounded in this prison, except for Illidan's own, were only those of the watchers who came to deliver food or to check whether the confinement device was intact as usual.

The soles of their standard metal boots were lined with a layer of soft animal skin. They made no sound when they stepped on the ground. They only made a crisp sound when the boots collided with the greaves, which was completely different from the footsteps he heard at this time.

In the darkness, two familiar silhouettes became increasingly clear.

He frowned and subconsciously wanted to sit up, but the chain around his neck released a burst of strong natural lightning and quickly tightened, tying him back.

Ten thousand years ago, when Illidan "surrendered" to the Burning Legion, his eyes were destroyed by the evil energy given by Sargeras. He had demonic vision with extraordinary vision. Seeing in the dark was only one of the most insignificant abilities.

But the magic shackles engraved with runes on his body not only locked up his spell-casting ability, but also added special materials intentionally added to isolate magic during the construction of the prison, making him no different from ordinary people with weak eyesight.

The footsteps stopped outside the solid iron cage.

"Illidan"

As soon as he heard this voice as pure as moonlight, Illidan's breath couldn't help but stagnate, and then a rare smile from the heart appeared on his face.I don't know why, but this smile is so warm that it makes people feel very inconsistent when it appears on this gloomy face.

"Tylande, finally after countless centuries of darkness, I hear your voice again."

"The prophet's prophecy has come true. The Burning Legion has returned again. The people need your power, Illidan."

Tyrande's tone was very cold. As he spoke, the sound of unlocking was heard. There was only a soft "click" sound. The iron cage that had imprisoned Illidan for 1 years was finally opened.When the invisible barrier dissipated, Illidan's heavy shackles and handcuffs were also lifted at the same time, and he fell on the cold ground.

Even though this prison had gone through many measures to almost completely isolate the ubiquitous arcane energy, there was still a faint magic in the air that entered Illidan's body along with the influx of fresh air.

At that moment, the joy of rebirth made every cell in Illidan's body tremble with joy.

这 是

The taste of freedom.

Illidan took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled it, turned his head, and fixed his gaze on the place where Tyrande's voice sounded, completely ignoring his brother Malfurion who stood side by side with Tyrande.Within ten seconds, as the vision gradually returned to clarity, as if someone was constantly filling Illidan's world with colors, a graceful figure wearing a white robe, shining brightly in the dark prison, appeared in front of Illidan. in sight.

"Of course, but nothing I am about to do will be for anyone else. I will hunt those demons for you, Tyrande. I owe our people nothing."

This sentence obviously angered Malfurion, who had been silent. He shouted sharply: "Illidan, if it weren't for your reckless actions, how would the Burning Legion get another chance to summon Sargeras? What about our people?" You will suffer another disaster. Countless people have lost their lives because of your reckless behavior, but you don’t feel the slightest bit guilty.”

The Illidan activist looked at his brother with a stiff wrist and said casually, "Brother, if you could realize your own dogma, maybe there wouldn't be so many differences between us."

Malfurion narrowed his eyes and was about to have an attack when he heard a roar coming from beside him.

"Enough, stop this pointless quarrel. Every minute you waste, the demonic army of the Burning Legion is getting closer to us."

The two brothers stopped talking and fighting.

"Tylande, my instinct tells me that releasing him would be a wrong decision." Malfurion looked directly at Illidan and gritted his teeth.

"But you know, this is the prophet's order." Tyrande said, opened the cell door completely, and then moved out of the way.

"It seems that 1 years of imprisonment have not washed away my guilt in your mind, brother." Illidan bent down and walked out. Before he finished speaking, he heard a rush of footsteps from the far end.

The three of them turned their heads to look at each other in unison.

I saw Angmar running in. Illidan's expression was obviously a little surprised. He frowned and bowed slowly and respectfully.

"prophet."