Eighty percent of the land sank to the bottom of the sea, and the empire of the night elves disappeared with the wind, and the remaining elves were less than one-twentieth of what they were in their heyday.

The most serious thing is that the Well of Eternity was destroyed, and a large number of demons were also submerged in the maelstrom. Elf warlocks can no longer use the evil energy normally. If you don't want to be burned from the inside to the outside by the evil energy, you need to endure it! Endure the chaotic remnants of magic wreaking havoc in his body.

"Ahem...I can't die! I will live! The teacher must have a way to save me!" Malfurion was one of the few survivors. Mission, this is considered a escape, but the influence of the evil energy is also constantly eroding his sanity, and he is in great pain at this time. No matter how strong his strength was before, the backlash at this time will be as great.

Stumbling up to the beach, he fell to the ground. He didn't know what it was before, he only knew that it was a beach now.

"It's really embarrassing, my dear brother." A familiar and unusual voice sounded in his ears, and he looked up with difficulty, only to feel that there was a golden light in front of him, was it the sun or the sparkle in his eyes? He couldn't tell the difference, he just felt that the golden light was dazzling.

Illidan didn't have the ability to foretell. He and Tyrande were passing by completely, and didn't know that they would meet Malfurion in advance.

Illidan has studied with Cenarius for three years, and now he is officially a teacher. The previous shocking sword and that familiar voice made him feel quite complicated. He left Ahn'Qiraj to see if he could do something for the night elves, and to teach them the ways of nature.

"Teacher, he's an elf warlock!" The green-haired young elf was a student Illidan had just taken in on the way, named Fandral Staghelmet!

Tyrande also said: "This is the brother who beat you many times? The evil energy in his body is already very strong, and it is painful for him to live in this world..."

The meaning in her words is understandable to anyone, and they also met many elf warlocks along the way. Arcane magic is relatively gentle, while fel energy is too violent. If the pain of blood elves' addiction in another timeline is one, then the pain of these elf warlocks in front of them is ten.

Illidan looked at his brother crawling on the beach like a wild beast, with mixed feelings in his heart.

In the end he rejected Tyrande's offer.

"He is my elder brother, no matter what happens afterwards, he loved me when I was a child, even if I lose face for him...I will imprison him and treat him for a thousand years, ten thousand years! No matter how long it takes, I will stick to it!"

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The Legion of Hope withdrew from Azeroth. With the collapse of the night elf empire and the strange creatures transported from various messy corners of the universe to settle in this land, many new races came into being. The era of the clan era has come.

Illidan imprisoned Malfurion, and he wanted to use the power of nature to heal his brother. If there was a time limit for this imprisonment, he would say ten thousand years.

Over the years, he has traveled to every corner of the world, not only night elves, as long as there are people who are willing to listen and learn, he will teach the way of druid that he got from Cenarius.

He believes that the way of nature can save Azeroth from the brink of destruction.

Hun Gaoling, the great hero among the tauren, followed him for two hundred years. They wiped out demons all over the world, healed the pain of the earth, and attacked those messy alien life. By the way, they continued to write their own diaries.

He then returned to his own group and passed away peacefully.

Illidan has been running around for the future of the entire Azeroth, but it is a pity that he cannot do what he wants by himself.

He established the Cenarion Council, which has a very peaceful purpose and welcomes Druids of all races to join.

"You still lack one thing, elf." When he returned to the gathering place of the tribe, an abrupt voice stopped him.

"...You!" Illidan, who was already an Archdruid, instantly took out his weapon, a pair of warblades used by the Aldrachi.

Archimonde, who had barely recovered from his injuries after two hundred years, came out from the shadows. Illidan was also tall, but he still looked a bit short in front of the opponent's height of more than two meters.

He was limited by his realm before, and he couldn't accurately grasp Archimonde's strength, but now it's clear, but what he feels after becoming clear is despair. He feels that if he trains for another ten thousand years, he may not be qualified to fight against this powerful mage .

Archimonde is very polite: "Perhaps in your opinion, the Legion of Hope is extremely evil, but we have never enslaved any race. We have done countless good things in places you can't see. The entire universe has changed because of our existence." better and more positive."

He lowered his head slightly: "I'm really sorry for the damage caused to Azeroth, but sometimes, some drastic means must be used to eliminate evil, not to mention the greatest evil in the entire universe."

Archimonde pointed to the mountain not far away: "Please come with me, we will talk as we walk."

Leaving the tribe's settlement, Illidan agreed to go far away. In case of a fight, he didn't need to worry about the lives of these elves. Illidan followed Archimonde to the top of the mountain.

As he walked, he considered his sentence: "You mean... Azeroth is the most evil place in the world?"

Archimonde nodded calmly: "The Legion has been to countless planets. Well, for us, the world under your feet is a planet. This is the first time I have encountered a planet that can resist the Legion in my long life."

Illidan was dubious: "But we didn't do anything, where did the crime start?..."

"Original sin, if you look at it according to your worldview~lightnovelpub.net~, it means that this planet is inherently evil."

They slowly went up the mountain. Illidan didn't have much aversion to Archimonde. He was a profound and wise leader. Even if the two sides were enemies, he couldn't ignore the powerful charisma of his personality.

"It's here." Archimonde came to the top of the mountain, looked around, and then took out a seed that exuded a golden halo.

Illidan couldn't understand what he was doing: "You...what are you doing?"

"Help you plant a tree, a world tree that can purify evil energy! This represents Ms. Hope's apology."

After helping the night elves plant a world tree on Mount Hyjal, Archimonde left Azeroth by spaceship.

His injuries have not fully recovered, and he still needs to recuperate for hundreds of years to help the night elves plant trees, which is completely the product of a certain titan's bad taste...

Relying on a World Tree can't purify Azeroth, but let the night elves gain a long lifespan, get rid of the influence of evil energy, and add more variables to Sargeras' awakening by the way, this is the full function of the World Tree.