Rise of the blood elves

549【Charming in the Palace】

Breakfast is ready, Illidan's cooking skills are as good as ever.

Malfurion and Tyrande, who were already full, could not resist the temptation and accompanied him to another hearty meal.

Malfurion was filled with emotion. It seemed that no matter which field, Illidan excelled.Compared to his younger brother, except that he is older and calmer, he seems to have nothing to offer.

After breakfast, the considerate Tyrande took over the task of clearing the dishes and washing the cups and plates on his own, leaving time for the two brothers who had not seen each other for a long time.

By the deep pool of the waterfall, Malfurion sat on a large rock, not caring that the wet moss on it and the water mist on his face wet his clothes.

Illidan stood nearby, using a vague magic barrier to isolate the water vapor to prevent the expensive robes from being stained.

He grabbed a handful of rocks in his hand and threw a float into the pool from time to time. "Do you remember, when you were a kid, you lost to me every time when you played with a float."

After that, Illidan picked out a flat stone piece, looked at the right angle and threw it out.The stone slices cut at a perfect angle left a series of ripples behind them, jumping more than 20 times, directly across the entire deep pool, and reached the other side.

"Yes. Playing games, hunting games, hide-and-seek... No matter what you play, I will lose to you." Malfurion smiled, put his hands behind his head, and lay down on the stone.

"I will win this time too." Illidan said suddenly, his tone full of confidence.

"Win what?"

Malfurion was puzzled and turned to look at Illidan, only to find that his brother was looking towards the hut behind him.

He followed his brother's gaze and saw that the gentle and charming Tyrande was kneeling beside the water tank, carefully wiping the brand new dinner plate with a rag.

"Illidan," Malfurion frowned deeply, "When did our competitive relationship become so obvious?"

Illidan curled his lips and threw out another piece of stone. This time, the stone did not show off its power, but disappeared into the water with a "dong" sound. "Brother, we are not children anymore. You and I are all heartbroken." We all know that Tyrande will choose one of us sooner or later. We are all afraid of that day coming, but the difference is that I choose to face it, while you avoid talking about it."

As he spoke, Illidan walked over, stretched out a hand towards Malfurion, and gestured towards the forest in the distance.

Malfurion looked at Illidan seriously, and he felt that something had changed in his brother.After looking at it for a while, he grabbed this familiar hand and left the stone.

The two then walked towards the forest further away.Perhaps Tyrande should be avoided in the next conversation.

After walking a long way, Illidan spoke: "We are all afraid of that day coming, lest our feelings be hurt... But it is inevitable, isn't it? Unlike you, you choose to avoid it Talk, but I would rather face it. Escape is never an option."

Malfurion became increasingly puzzled, "Why do you suddenly mention this?"

Illidan stopped for a moment, "Because you don't know how extraordinary the magic of the Prophet is. Now I understand why the Queen respects him as a god. Under his command, in a few years, I will become a true A master of magic, he has achieved great success and is admired by everyone. I have all my wealth, status, etc. at my disposal."

As he spoke, Illidan looked at his left hand that was dancing with magic light, and his golden eyes flashed with indescribable brilliance.

Although these words sounded like bragging, Malfurion knew that Illidan was serious and he had such a talent.But the mentality behind his brother's words made him worry.

"Tyrande will choose me." Illidan said again.

Malfurion asked worriedly: "Illidan, why have you become so superficial? Who do you think Tyrande is? How could she regard these material things as criteria for choosing a mate? Elune, I I think there's something wrong with you...your mentality, brother. What's wrong with you?"

Illidan smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"No, brother, you are wrong. Of course I don't mean it this way, let alone view Tyrande this way. What I want to express is that at least when I strive for such a future, my efforts will always be ignored by Tyrande. See. She will know that I would give anything for her."

Malfurion looked at him helplessly, "You are always so unique, even in the way you express yourself."

"Brother," Illidan said solemnly, "I am working hard, but you spend all day in the forest, living in isolation, and spending all day with wild beasts and flowers... I know that Tyrande's final choice has nothing to do with these. It's irrelevant, but if - I'm just saying if - she really chooses me, I don't want you to feel frustrated because of your decadence and my efforts. And I don't want my efforts to set off your decadence. Nothing gets accomplished. Do you understand me?"

Malfurion chuckled.

He finally understood that Illidan was just showing concern in his own way.It was a conversation between brothers, completely unlike Tyrande.All of Illidan's starting points are for his own good.

He chuckled and said, "Illidan, your way of showing concern is really strange."

"Come with me to the Prophet to learn magic," Illidan put his hand on his shoulder and said sincerely, "I can recommend you to the Prophet, brother. With your ability, you will definitely achieve something. It's better than staying here." Passive retreat in the forest.”

Malfurion was diligently studying the ways of the druid every day, but Illidan actually regarded him as a passive shunner.He was completely dumbfounded.

"Illidan, you don't understand the way of the Druid, and you have never met the King of the Forest. Don't make a conclusion so early. I am also working hard, but the path I am taking... is not very accepted by the world."

"Then prove it to me! Then no matter who Tyrande chooses, we will at least feel at ease, right?"

Malfurion had always been precocious—Tylande said so.When he was a child, he established a certain kind of right knowledge and right views, and required himself and Illidan to do so, although sometimes he seemed very unhuman and often aroused Illidan's resistance.

Today the roles of the two were reversed, and Illidan started talking about him.He was somewhat uncomfortable and said helplessly: "After a while, you will understand when you see the King of the Forest. Let's go back. Tyrande has been waiting for too long."

So the two of them turned back and walked back along the way they came.

During this period, Malfurion kept sighing.

Brother Stormrage, as the older brother, is the evader in people's eyes.Many people in the village think so, especially after his parents passed away and he moved to the depths of the forest. All the rumors circulating about him were passive and escaping from the world.

Although he hadn't been to the village for a long time, he also knew that after Illidan became the apprentice of the Prophet, he must have become a "good guy" in the eyes of the villagers, which was in sharp contrast to himself, an evader.

Two brothers from the same sect are in different situations. One is doomed to failure, and the other is doomed to success, just like the legend of "Golden Eyes".

What a great topic. I think the story of "Stormory Wind" will dominate the villagers' after-dinner chats for a long time until it is replaced by a new topic.

but……

Malfurion had a feeling. He didn't know why he felt that way. Maybe it was an illusion or some other random thoughts... He always felt that with Illidan's maverick behavior, one day the situation between the two of them might be different. It will be completely reversed.

When he thought of this, he couldn't help but become worried.

"Illidan, I always feel that you have been a little too...selfless during this period," he deliberately chose a word that did not sound derogatory. "Adjust your mentality appropriately. I am doing it for your own good."

Unexpectedly, Illidan laughed twice when he heard this, and said casually: "No, brother, you are doing it for my own good in your eyes."

Malfurion was speechless and stood there stunned for a long time.

Next to the hut in the distance, Tyrande was already waving to the two of them.

"Come on, let me meet your teacher." Illidan urged and walked towards Tyrande first.

The waterfall split in two from the top remains the same.

But at the bottom of the clear pool water, the stone that Illidan had thrown into the water before was completely turned over under the erosion of the water.

……

At the same time, Zin Aissalin Palace, the Queen's Bedroom.

On the bed, Azshara lay lazily on Angmar's chest, dozing off with her eyes closed. The gauze wet with sweat covered her body, but it could not cover her perfect curves.Her slender fingers slid across her lover's chest inch by inch, sinking into the tulle all the way down.

Angmar's body trembled suddenly.

"What an energetic child." Azshara opened her eyes, smiled softly, and rode on Angmar again.

"Child? Why am I a child again?" Angmar asked with a wry smile.

Azshara licked her lower lips and whispered in his ear: "No matter how perfect you pretend to be, your magical characteristics cannot fool me. Admit it, you are just a kid in his twenties. It's hard to imagine, I actually handed myself over to a young child like you..."

Angmarwan was humiliated, so he turned over and pinned the opponent down, "Why, the 'little boy' can't surrender you?"

Azshara let him do what he did, just smiling and looking at him provocatively, "Prove it to me... ah!"

As Angmar stood up, Azshara's words suddenly stopped, and she instead let out a heavenly moan.Accompanied by the shaking of the bed and the rhythmic tapping sound, the bedroom was once again filled with a charming atmosphere.