My Frostmourne can't be so cute

When Malfurion heard Tyrande's words, he woke up from his imagination about the future. He looked around him, noticed the rooms separated by oak doors, and realized that these are the two. A place for "humans" to rest.

"It's already this time. Is there any need to back down? Come on, which room are they in?"

Illidan pulled Malfurion and Tyrande forward with some excitement until they came to the front of the oak houses.

"it's here……"

Tyrande was a little dazed by Illidan's urging, she pointed to a room with a closed door and said.

"Let's go next door, hurry!"

Illidan lowered his voice and took the lead in pushing open the door next door.

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"So... what are we going to do?"

Malfurion closed the door of the lounge, and asked Illidan who was excited and Tyrande who was blank. At first, Malfurion thought that Illidan's suggestion was just good. Now he I think this suggestion is great-what else can be easier to expose possible bad guys than to observe secretly at close range?

"It's very simple, it only takes a small ceremony..."

Illidan was fascinated by showing his traditional night elf spells in front of his brother, which seemed to show that Malfurion's approach to learning from the forest king Cenarius was wrong.

The beautiful voice of the ancient elves wandered melodiously from Illidan’s mouth, his hands waving out of thin air on the oak wall of the lounge, a little golden light wandering on his fingertips, and a re-engraved one on the wall A shining rune, finally connected into some wonderful spells.

Malfurion watched his brother's performance quietly. Undoubtedly, the spells Illidan practiced were much more dazzling than Cenarius taught him, but... Malfurion believed in the choice he made. , He believed that as long as he persisted on the natural path of the druid, he would one day be able to obtain the power he hoped for-the power of balance.

Tyrande understood the spell cast by Illidan—at the beginning, the priests of the Moon Temple used this spell to observe whether the believers who came to see if they were pious—in the rest room where there is no outsider surveillance, their actions can best explain them. Whether the faith in His Highness Elune, the moon god, is steadfast.

Only later, the worship of Empress Azshara gradually replaced Elune's existence in the upper elf, and fewer and fewer followers came to the Moon Temple to worship, and such spells became increasingly useless... Thinking of today, I actually...

"and many more!"

Seeing that the golden runes on the wall became more and more perfect, Tyrande suddenly spoke to stop Illidan’s further movements.

"what?"

Illidan opened his amber eyes, his slender fingers stopped in front of the last rune, and looked at Tyrande who walked in front of him with a puzzled look. He didn't understand why Tyrande would stop him when he did this. .

"You...you and Malfurion go out first, I'll watch it alone!"

Tyrande shook his head and said.

"why?"

Illidan asked in amazement-he didn't want to leave now-if the two guys are plotting something, can't he catch them right?

"No...not why! Anyway...I will do this spell anyway. I will come to see it alone. You and Malfurion will go out first. If I find anything unusual about Mr. Arthas, I will tell you. ! If not... I will stop immediately and apologize to Mr. Alsace!"

Tyrande felt that he was right to do so.

"Why should we apologize? They are in our city now. Is there anything wrong in monitoring them?"

Illidan stopped casting spells, put down his hand, and said somewhat unconvinced.

"Anyway, don't look at it yet, wait until I take a sneak peek at you before you come in!"

Tyrande murmured, involuntarily pushed Malfurion and Illidan out of the lounge, closed the door, and then looked at the golden rune still pulsing in the air, and took a deep breath. He stretched out his fingers.

...

Just when Tyrande and Brother Stormrage were scorched by foreign uninvited guests, the capital of the night elf kingdom, the imperial city of the great night elf queen Azshara, the magnificent palace of Essalin, the counselor of the Queen Harves is admiring his spells-a dark vortex that connects to other worlds, a portal that has recently released a mysterious voice that will allow him to invite credit in front of Queen Azshara-Harves knows, a The powerful existence is on the opposite side of the whirlpool, waiting to come.

Harves stood in front of the burning sphere, staring at the crack in the middle.In the depths of the sphere, God's eyes looked at him.The conversation began.

I heard your plea—that voice said to Harves, and I knew your dream—the impurity and imperfections in the world should be eliminated.I will give you what you desire, you are my loyal servant...

Harves knelt on the ground, his sight never taken a step away.The other high-level elves continue to use magic, to continue to expand the results they have achieved.

"Will you come?" Harves replied, eyes full of expectation, "Will you come to our world to complete it?"

The entrance hasn't opened yet... it needs to be strengthened... because it has to be big enough for me to enter...-the ethereal voice continued.

Harves nodded in understanding.Such a behemoth, the night elf's door really couldn't accommodate him. As long as he stood there, the door would be torn apart.It is indeed necessary to enlarge and widen the door to make it open permanently.

"What should I do?" he asked."The upper elves have done their best to use their magic. They have reached the limit of their skills and level." Harves concluded.

I will send someone to guide you... He will pass by you, but you have to be ready to welcome him...-the voice continues to come.

Harves was so happy that he almost jumped.He gave an order: "Don't make any mistakes! It must make him feel satisfied when he comes."

After redoubled efforts, the secret chamber of the upper elves drew energy directly from the well of eternity.Outdoors, the sky was terrifying.Anyone who sees black water will fall into fear.

The fireball began to swell, and the crack in the middle gradually opened, like a savage mouth.Suddenly, millions of cries filled the secret room, and the sound was endless.(To be continued.)

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But one of the upper elf hesitated.Harves prepared for the worst. He forced himself to stand in the center of the circle and added his mana and skills.He will not disappoint this god!Never!

However, it was not smooth at first.The entrance is tight, not open at all.Harves concentrated all his willpower on the sphere, forcibly expanding the gap in the middle.

Then, a strong light made the elves retreat.Everyone was surprised, but they continued to work hard.

In the depths of the sphere, a strange-looking guy appeared.At the beginning, he was only a few inches high. As he gradually moved forward, he grew bigger, bigger, bigger...

Now the wizards standing at the entrance of the sphere suffered. Two wizards fell to the ground, one could barely breathe, and some were crumbling.But under Harves' crazy control, they regained their strength.

Suddenly, there was the terrifying cry of the hound.Only Harves can see clearly what comes out first from the entrance of the sphere.

Most monsters are the size of a horse, with the horns on their heads bent forward.There are red scales on his body and a small amount of brown hair on his back.Although very thin, they are very strong.There are three toes on the feet, each with sharp claws, and almost half the length of the foot.The hind legs of each monster are shorter than the front legs, but Harves has no doubts about their speed and agility.

On their shoulders stand two long, leathery tentacles that look like whips. The tips of the tentacles have small sucker-like mouths.The tentacles flicked back and forth constantly, staring at the wizards.

Their faces are very special, like wolves and insects.The savage jaw has pointed teeth.The eyes are narrow, all white, showing treacherous eyes, and you can see that they are not simple animals.

Then their owner came up from behind.

He was wearing steel armor and iron gloves, and he held a whip in his huge hand. Wherever the whip went, there was silver light.

His chest and shoulders are wider than the rest of his body, and his stature is very burly, standing out from the crowd of warriors.Where the steel armor did not cover, a mysterious light appeared from the scales.

"I am an attendant sent by God," his eyes were burning when he spoke, "to help you open the entrance and let the body of God's glory enter!"

A wild beast screamed wildly, saw the whip lashing over, and immediately lost its sound.

"I am the King of Dogs," the huge beast was fierce and fierce, staring at Harves closely, "I am Hakkar."

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