Volume 9: Disaster Chapter 567 Illidan's Plan
“Run!”
A scream was heard in the dark and gloomy corridor.
Then there was a burst of hurried footsteps. Arthas, Thrall, Jaina, and of course Illidan, who had just been released from prison, were running at full speed in the dark corridor.
Illidan was still in a state of confusion, wondering where on earth did these guys come from and why they wanted to save him.
However, if he had the chance to escape from prison, he would never let it go.
However, looking at the few people running away in panic, he couldn't help but complain.
"You idiots, why didn't you even plan a retreat? You are so ignorant and fearless."
"Shut up, don't forget that we rescued you from prison." Jaina shouted coldly and stopped abruptly.
She thought about teleporting away, but found that there was a barrier set up in the castle and the teleportation magic could not be used at all.
In the darkness behind him, more than a dozen shadow guards were approaching rapidly.
She raised her staff, and the power of frost bloomed at the top of the staff - Ice Barrier!
The rapidly condensing frost froze the corridor into a thick wall of ice.
"This should stop them for a while."
Illidan looked at the effect of the magic with some appreciation. This young girl was quite good at using magic.
Arthas glanced around, his face looking a little grim, "We seem to be lost."
Illidan was speechless, but suddenly something moved in his heart, as if he had realized something. "Follow me, this way."
He turned and ran towards a passage.
"Hey, wait a minute, we didn't come in from that way!"
However, Illidan turned a deaf ear to him and his figure quickly disappeared into the darkness. The three of them looked at each other and could only follow him.
Boom! A stone door was smashed to pieces. Illidan felt the scarce magic power in his body. After being imprisoned for ten thousand years, his body was extremely weak. Without a weapon, he was like a tiger with its teeth pulled out. It was a bit difficult for him to even blast open a stone door.
But it doesn’t matter. As long as you get back what belongs to you, your strength will be restored quickly and you can even become even stronger .
Although the ten thousand years of imprisonment prevented him from strengthening his body and increasing his magic power, it also gave him a lot of time to think, ponder and explore magic and evil energy, and he now has many ideas that need to be verified.
But all this has to wait until he escapes from this damn prison.
He walked straight into the room, searching for what he was looking for.
The three people behind him looked at the strange room in front of them curiously. A row of huge green crystals stood against the wall, but there were no exits around.
"This is not the way to escape the castle!" Jaina said angrily.
Illidan sneered, "Who said I was going to escape?"
He walked straight to the two largest crystals, where he could vaguely see a pair of strange weapons sealed inside.
"Azzinoth! My old friend, we finally meet again. Do you feel your master's call? Answer me!"
Illidan stretched out his hands, and the Warglaive of Azzinoth in the crystal rang excitedly.
Boom! The two crystals exploded instantly, and a pair of moon blades emitting green fel energy flew into Illidan's hands, and the powerful fel power was instantly activated.
The long-lost feeling made Illidan tremble all over, and the green magic patterns on his body lit up, as if he had returned to the days of slaughtering demons ten thousand years ago.
The three of them looked shocked. How could Illidan be so powerful?
At this time, the footsteps in the corridor behind him were approaching rapidly, and the chaotic footsteps clearly meant that there were quite a few people coming.
"Oh no, they're catching up!" shouted Sal.
The three of them raised their weapons nervously. The guards of Shadow Castle were very difficult and powerful.
"Hmph, you've come just in time." A black shadow suddenly passed through the three people and instantly rushed into the crowd of pursuers, sweeping past like a green whirlwind.
Devil's Bite!
Chaos strike!
Death sweep!
With a pair of Azzinoth warblades in hand, he killed these shadow guards as easily as chopping vegetables and melons. All the resentment that had been imprisoned for ten thousand years was vented out in an instant.
"Oh no! Illidan is too powerful! Go and inform Lady Maiev!"
Fel eye ridges!
A green beam of fel energy pierced through the darkness, instantly piercing the shadow guard who was trying to escape from the battlefield.
The battle was fierce but short. In just three or two minutes, more than a dozen Shadow Guards were chopped to the ground.
Looking at the corpses all over the ground, Illidan finally let out a sigh of relief. After being imprisoned by Maiev for so many years and enduring torture, he finally got some relief.
"We can leave now." He waved to the three people and led the way outside.
Thirty minutes later, several people finally escaped from the castle and were teleported to an unnamed hill.
"Tell me, who sent you to save me, you..."
"We are human." Arthas said hurriedly.
"Humans, haha, what a strange name. You look a bit like the Vikings, but you are much smaller. I once fought against those big guys when I went on an adventure in the north with my brother. They were a group of wild people..."
Illidan's face showed a look of reminiscence and a hint of nostalgia.
"Hey Illidan, we risked our lives to save you. I think you should at least express your gratitude to your savior."
"Humph, I won't be grateful to you, because I know you rescued me for some purpose. I am a generous person, and I can give you something in return. I guess this is why you rescued me, right?"
The three of them looked at each other and thought that Illidan was indeed as arrogant and rude as the rumors said, but they were still able to communicate.
"Yes, the Burning Legion has arrived, and we need you to help us fight it."
"Fight against the Burning Legion? Just you, hahaha!" Illidan laughed. He looked at the faces of the three people. Although he didn't know the lifespan of this race called "humans", the three in front of him did not look very mature.
“You should leave this matter to adults .
But okay, if you really want to seek help, I can give you some advice. To deal with the Burning Legion, you must first understand what their goals are and what their purposes are.
Do you know who is the leader this time?"
“Archimonde the Defiler,” said Jaina.
"Tsk tsk tsk, it's that guy. You are lucky. Although Archimonde is very powerful, he doesn't have much brains. He is much easier to deal with than Kil'jaeden. As for Archimonde's target, there is no doubt that it must be the World Tree on Mount Hyjal. To be more precise, it is the World Tree and the Well of Eternity below it."
Jaina was a little surprised: "How did you know? We just rescued you."
"Because I created the Well of Eternity."
Illidan said proudly: "A thousand years ago, when the Well of Eternity was destroyed, I collected seven bottles of water from the Well of Eternity, three of which I poured into the lake on the top of Mount Hyjal, thus transforming it into the second Well of Eternity.
Although it is far inferior to the original Well of Eternity, it is still a powerful source of magic."
Jaina had heard the legend about the Well of Eternity, and when she heard such a secret, her eyes lit up with excitement.
"What about the remaining four bottles?"
"One bottle was stolen by that bastard Dath'Remar and is missing. The other three bottles were secretly hidden by me."
"Dath'Remar - you mean Dath'Remar Sunstrider?" Jaina was shocked. She didn't expect that the night elf in front of her, who looked so lazy and decadent, actually knew the founding king of Quel'Thalas.
"Yeah, you know that bastard?"
Jaina shook her head: "I don't have this honor. His Majesty Dath'Remar died thousands of years ago. He was the first king of Quel'Thalas and the creator of the Sunwell."
"What? That bastard Dath'Remar actually became king? Humph, this is really unexpected. The Sunwell? Humph, it is indeed the style of the Sunstrider family. But in the final analysis, it is just a poor imitation of the Well of Eternity. It is not comparable to the power of the Well of Eternity."
Illidan became more and more excited as he spoke, and his eyes looked towards the northeast, towards Mount Hyjal.
"My short-sighted brother doesn't understand the greatness of the Well of Eternity. After 10,000 years of circulation, the power of the Well of Eternity must have become extremely powerful. Archimonde's goal must be to seize the power of the Well of Eternity. All demon lords are tirelessly pursuing power, and he absolutely cannot resist this temptation.
Once Archimonde seizes the power of the Well of Eternity, he will become extremely powerful, and can even summon Sargeras. Of course, I strongly suspect that he is likely to take this power for himself. "
Jaina was extremely shocked when she heard this. The Sunwell was the dream destination of the mages in Dalaran. Everyone wanted to see it in person, and the water from the Sunwell was an extremely precious magical material.
Later, when they heard that the Sunwell had been destroyed by orcs, the mages of Dalaran felt both regretful and gloating.
It was with the power of the Sunwell that the high elves of Quel'Thalas established a powerful magical civilization, trained a powerful magic army, and were even able to compete with Dalaran.
Now she knows that the so-called Sunwell is just a low-end version, and there is a high-end version of the Well of Eternity, and it was created by this decadent uncle in front of her, which makes Jaina feel very unreal.
How powerful must the Well of Eternity be to be able to cause the demon lords to fight for it at all costs?
Thrall asked: "So Archimonde's goal is to seize the power of the Well of Eternity? How can we stop him?"
Arthas said: "Perhaps we can inform my eldest brother. He is the Protector of Alterac and has great influence in the entire Alliance. If he knew about this, he would definitely lead the army to Mount Hyjal to stop Archimonde."
Jaina: "You are right. Lord Aidan is very powerful. Even Archimonde may not be his opponent. In addition, we should ask my teacher Antonidas for help. He is the leader of Dalaran. In order to prevent the Well of Eternity from falling into the hands of demons, he will definitely take action himself."
"Hehe, it's useless. The power of mortals cannot fight against a powerful being like Archimonde. But I have a better way to solve all of this. In fact, I have been planning everything for the past ten thousand years, and now it is finally time to implement this plan."
The three of them were surprised and skeptical after hearing this.
Is this guy so powerful?
"What is the solution?"
"Since Archimonde's goal is to absorb the power of the Well of Eternity, as long as I absorb the power of the Well of Eternity in advance, his goal will never be achieved."
this……
It sounds like that is the case.
Jaina knew magic: "But the mortal body can't bear such a powerful force, unless-"
A word suddenly popped up in Jaina's mind - [Guardian]!
Although in Dalaran, the birth process of the Guardian is a huge secret, people only know that the Council of Tirisfal injected extremely powerful magic into the body of a mage, allowing him to gain almost unlimited magical power, and thus the first generation of Guardians was born.
But there are many different opinions about the origin of these magical powers.
Some people say that many great wizards injected their own magic power into the guardian.
But some people also say that the Council implanted part of the magic network into the guardian.
Normally speaking, a mortal cannot withstand such a huge force, so no one knows what is going on.
Jaina and other mage apprentices had secretly guessed about it. As they learned more about magic, Jaina also had her own guesses.
She speculated that the Guardian and the magic network were probably linked in some way.
However, even the guardian only has the power of a small node in the magic web. Ordinary mages are like licking the water droplets that seep out of the pipes, while the guardian is like turning on a faucet directly from the magic web for his own use.
However, compared with the power of the Well of Eternity, the power of the Guardian is probably far from comparable.
The power of the Well of Eternity is probably equivalent to a water pipe with a big hole in it. This hole has been leaking for 10,000 years, forming a huge reservoir.
If one were to inject an entire reservoir of energy into a person's body, it would burst.
"Indeed, mortals cannot bear such power, so we need a Titan relic to assist us and fuse the Titan relic with the mortal body to obtain the conditions to carry the eternal power. Ten thousand years ago, there was a divine artifact enshrined in an ancient night elf magic temple.
When the big explosion happened, the temple was also submerged in the flood.
I had intended to dig out the artifact when the time was right and complete my plan, but I was locked up by my stupid brother.
But this plan is still feasible. If you are willing to help me, I can absorb the power of the Well of Eternity and defeat Archimonde."
The three of them looked thoughtful after hearing this.
Jaina was the first to figure it out.
Suddenly he smiled, "Of course, we are willing to help you in order to save the world."
Arthas was a little surprised. This was the first time he met Illidan. Who knew he was a good guy or a bad guy? Why did he agree so easily?
He looked at Jaina, only to find that she winked at him and immediately understood.
"Okay, I agree, but is there enough time?"
Illidan smiled confidently, "Don't worry. Archimonde has no idea about strategy and only uses brute force to destroy the enemy. Although the stupid brother of Item is old-fashioned and short-sighted, he still has great power. He can just buy us some time."
