Zhu Tian started by deceiving his father-in-law from the perspective of pirates.

"What Sargeras? This, how is this possible? Demigod, please don't joke with me like this, it's not funny at all, you've scared me!" Tyrande looked shocked, then glared at Rhodes with some annoyance, thinking that Rhodes was teasing her.

"Your Highness Azeroth, is something wrong with her?" Odin approached Rhodes and asked politely.

The other party's actions earned his respect, the respect of Odin, the god-king. Therefore, at this moment, Odin was very polite to Rhodes and his party, treating them as honored guests.

Although his own life and problems were resolved, Ragnarok was still inevitable, and he needed to befriend the people before him.

“Your Majesty, Azeroth’s situation is somewhat special. Her soul has descended into this woman’s body. When she restored your life force just now, she was quite exhausted, so she fell into a deep sleep. For the time being, the original consciousness of this body is controlling the body,” Rhodes said.

"If needed, Your Highness Azeroth may rest in my hibernation pod."

"This is the safest place in all of Asgard, and it's also the best place for her to recover her mental and spiritual abilities," Odin said warmly.

“Thank you for your kindness, Lord Odin, but this is unnecessary. Azeroth only needs to sleep in this body for a few days.” Rhodes politely declined Odin’s offer.

“Lord Odin! Everyone, are you... are you the legendary Odin?” Tyrande looked at the god-king Odin before her and asked.

This seems different from what's recorded! It's said that the Great Guardian Odin was about ten meters tall, his entire body was forged from Titan iron, and he had a single eye.

But the man in front of him, although dressed very similarly to Odin, did not seem to be the Odin he knew. Could it be that the other party used some kind of magic to transform into a mortal?

"Have you heard of my name?" Odin asked Tyrande.

“I’ve certainly heard of the renowned Guardian Odin,” Tyrande nodded and said.

"??? I've had many titles, but the Great Guardian! You mean I've protected the Nine Realms?"

"If that's the case, you can indeed call me the Guardian, but I prefer people to call me Odin, the King of Gods," Odin said.

"Hahaha! The God-King is not what you think. The Great Guardian Odin he mentioned is not the same person as you."

"There are some things I will tell you after you move to our world, or your son Thor will report to you when he returns," Rhodes said.

At this moment, Tyrande's mind was a little blank. What exactly was going on?

First, Illidan ignored him, then the demigod told him that the person in front of him was not Illidan but Sargeras.

Moreover, the opponent had no evil energy whatsoever; on the contrary, he was filled with arcane energy.

Now, the sudden appearance of someone who resembles the High Warden Odin has left Tyrande somewhat bewildered.

"It seems we'll have to wait a few more days to forge the artifact. Let's wait until Azeroth awakens! I'm going to rest now." Sargeras said, then left Odin's palace without looking back.

He still wants to continue researching the Infinity Stones; Odin's subordinates just delivered the Space Stone as well.

"What, what is going on? Demigod, where is this? Is this the legendary Hall of Heroes?" Tyrande was speechless.

"Well, it's a bit complicated to explain. Don't say anything yet. I'll explain it to you in detail when I get back," Rhodes reassured Tyrande.

"Your Highness Rhodes, can you tell me what happened? I think the Odin she mentioned is more than just someone who resembles me! Is this why you know about Ragnarok?" King Odin looked at Rhodes and asked.

Could it be a parallel universe? If so, then Ragnarok would happen in a parallel universe, which would explain why the other side knew about Ragnarok.

"Believe me, Your Majesty the God-King, I assure you that as long as you enter our world, there will be no Ragnarok."

There is no such thing as destiny. Destiny and fate are meant to be broken. As for Odin's identity in another world, let your son explore that!" Rhodes said.

“I understand. I’ll go and summon Thor right away. I sent him out on a mission a few days ago. Once he returns, I’ll let him leave with you,” Odin nodded and said.

Let Thor uncover the truth! Can Ragnarok truly be avoided?

"Then we'll have to excuse ourselves for now. Once Azeroth has recovered, we'll head straight to the dwarven planet."

“No problem, I’ll arrange everything. The items we traded before are ready,” Odin nodded and said.

Odin has already prepared what the two parties are trading for.

"Excuse me, Lord Odin, the God-King." After saying this, Rhodes put away a World Tree branch as thick as a person and an Ice Treasure Box from the table.

Odin really came through this time, providing such a huge section of the World Tree trunk and the Ice Treasure Box. I'll keep these for now and study them when I get back.

After bidding farewell to Odin, Rhodes led Tyrande to the room Asgard had prepared for them.

"Demigod, what, what is going on? Where, where is this?" As soon as she returned to her room, Tyrande couldn't wait to ask, she had so many questions to ask.

"Well, it's a bit complicated, so I'll just give you a brief summary. First, I persuaded Sargeras through some means to abandon the Burning Crusade."

They sought a new way to deal with the Void, and even transformed Sargeras back into the Titan he once was, restoring the power of order.

Then the Star Soul of Azeroth, through your body, made some kind of deal with Sargeras and reached a peace agreement.

By uniting to fight against the Void forces, the threat of the Burning Legion was completely eliminated.

"Now we've arrived in a new world, an other universe. Do you have any questions?" Rhodes asked.

"Then, Sargeras, why did he possess Illidan's body?"

What's going on? When he was using his own body, he clearly said he was going to fight Sargeras, so how did he end up allying with Sargeras?

“Illidan wanted to destroy the Burning Legion, so I defeated him. I imprisoned his soul, and Sargeras temporarily took over his body,” Rhodes said.

How about we go back and give Grandma Tai a complete memory cleansing service?

"Let me, let me catch my breath, oh my god, this, this matter, this matter." Tyrande was somewhat incoherent; she had no idea what to say.

Azeroth has actually formed an alliance with Sargeras, and Sargeras has even regained the power of the Titans and rejoined the Order.

This news is absolutely explosive.

“If you can’t accept all of this, I can erase your memories of this period of time. Just pretend that nothing happened. Knowing too much is not good for you.”

"No, Demigod, I... I'm fine. Please, don't erase my memory. There are some things I won't tell anyone," Tyrande said, turning to look at Rhodes.

“I know it’s hard for you to accept, but our ultimate enemy is the Void, and Sargeras isn’t as bad as you think, nor are the Titans as good as you think.”

Forget it, I'll just erase her memory when I get back! If this girl reveals something when she gets back, it won't be good for my future plans.

“I understand, my demigod,” Tyrande said.

Chapter 210 Tyrande, Dried Bananas

Over the next few days, Rhodes noticed a strange phenomenon: Tyrande seemed to be dressing herself up. She put on a white dress and transformed back into the attire of the Priestess of the Moon.

And intentionally or unintentionally, it would linger in front of Illidan, who was possessed by Sargeras, as if to assert its presence.

Then he received a look from Sargeras as if he were an idiot. Sargeras then closed his door and told Rhodes to come and wake him when Azeroth awoke and they went to forge the artifact.

“Tyrande, I should have told you, Illidan’s current body controller is Sargeras, so don’t do anything unnecessary.” Rhodes gave Tyrande a somewhat speechless look.

Hey, sister, what are you trying to do by dressing up like a young girl in her late teens, dressed like a newly hired Priestess of the Moon?

"Uh! I don't know either, but Demigod! I feel uneasy, oh my god! I can't even explain what's wrong with this feeling," Tyrande said, stroking her chin.

Looking at Illidan, who was radiating arcane light from head to toe, Tyrande had an indescribable feeling.

She was once Illidan's white moonlight, the most beautiful evergreen tree, and the perfect goddess incarnation.

On the eve of the War of the Ancients, the two brothers pursued their own paths together. At that time, she chose Malfurion, who was closer to nature and more mature and stable, rather than Illidan, who was like a young boy.

After the War of the Ancients ended, many of his people demanded Illidan's execution, but he vehemently opposed it and pleaded with Malfurion, thus changing his sudden death to an eternal imprisonment.

But as time went by, she served as the leader of the night elves for ten thousand years, learning the intrigues and power struggles between various races and witnessing countless people and events.

Illidan, on the other hand, was imprisoned in that dark and sunless cage for ten thousand years, and he never even visited Illidan once.

When the Burning Legion invaded again, she remembered the man she had forgotten deep in her heart, the man most suitable to fight against the Burning Legion.

To be honest, when Tyrande first rescued Illidan, she had some expectations, hoping that Illidan could grow stronger.

Be at least a little more mature. Stop saying those cheesy, mushy love words to yourself. Those words might fool a young girl who's just turned 18, but please! Is it really appropriate for you to say those things to a woman who's over 10,000 years old?

After falling in love with him, Malfurion spent a full ten thousand years with him, barely ever by his side. Each time, he would say something about Azeroth's sake and then go to sleep in the Emerald Dream, leaving him to relieve his loneliness with dried bananas.

To be honest, she was a little tempted to test Illidan again.

But when they first met, Tyrande was somewhat disappointed in Illidan, feeling that even after so much time had passed, the man hadn't grown much.

Even Tyrande had already guessed the next word he was going to say.

Or rather, he was so preoccupied with dealing with the Burning Legion that he didn't even think about how to win a woman's favor.

However, Illidan's love for himself remained unchanged, even surpassing Malfurion's love for him.

No matter how mature, brave, wise, and heroic Illidan appeared to outsiders, in front of himself, Illidan was just a pure and innocent little man.

No matter what he says, just a glance or a pleading tone will be enough to make Illidan risk his life.

This is something even Malfurion couldn't do. Although she and Malfurion loved each other, the one who would do anything for her, even at any cost, would definitely be Illidan.

If things had continued like this, even if Illidan were killed, Tyrande wouldn't have felt any heartache. But if Illidan ignored her, it made her feel very sad.

Even she herself was surprised that she cared about Illidan's thoughts, something that had never happened before.

So these past few days, subconsciously, she has put on the Moon Maiden priestess uniform she wore when they first met. As for the origin of the clothes, she asked some local Asgardian tailors to help make one.

"Do you feel like something you love has been taken away? You think Illidan should belong to you, right?" Rhodes suddenly narrowed his eyes and looked at Tyrande.

Who knew! Grandma Tai had this side to her. I wonder if the legendary dried banana story is true? Rhodes's gossip-loving spirit was burning fiercely.

In the past few days, since Sargeras possessed her, he and Illidan have been quite indifferent to Tyrande, even showing contempt in their eyes—contempt for mortals.

This left Tyrande feeling somewhat disappointed, much like when a goddess's admirer suddenly ignores her, even adopting a cool and aloof attitude towards her.

This will make the goddess you're trying to woo uncomfortable. It's often more attractive to that woman, of course, provided you're handsome enough. Otherwise, even if you strike a cool pose, nobody will look at you!

But it must be said that, in terms of looks, the current Illidan is far superior to Malfurion.

Malfurion now looks like a middle-aged man, and even has some animal features on his body. In the eyes of the night elves, this appearance is actually very ugly.

After being transformed by Sargeras's power of order, Illidan now exudes an aura of a god of order, even inspiring the worship of the Ancient One.

While the night elves have broken free from arcane magic, they are essentially dark trolls who were transformed into night elves by being baptized by primal arcane energy. This most fundamental arcane order power holds a fatal attraction for the night elves.

Even Tyrande is no exception. Coupled with her special relationship with Illidan, Tyrande now feels like her beloved toy has been taken away, and it seems that the other party has made her toy even more beautiful.

"I, I, alright! Demigod, you're right, that's exactly how I feel, I feel very disappointed!" In front of the demigod, Tyrande didn't hide much and directly admitted her feelings.

"Hmm! Tyrande, I heard you have a dried banana," Rhodes asked casually.

"? Uh! This, how is this possible? I, I don't have that kind of thing." Tyrande turned her head away, her eyes darting around.

Damn it! How could anyone have known this secret? It's the deepest secret in my heart!

This isn't my fault. That bastard Malfurion, every time he sleeps for thousands or hundreds of years, and every time he reappears, he whispers sweet nothings to her and then goes back to sleep.

Even after ten thousand years, they still hadn't married. Although they were nominally lovers, she and Malfurion never had a wedding ceremony. (A popular theory among players at the time was that Tyrande only agreed to marry Malfurion after Illidan's death.)