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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 up when Azeroth awoke and they went to forge the artifacts.

"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, 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. Every time, he would say something about Azeroth 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 would have thought! Grandma Tai has this side to her. I wonder if the legendary dried banana story is true? Rhodes's gossip-loving spirit ignited.

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.

Night elves, though they have broken free from arcane magic, are essentially dark trolls. They became night elves only after being baptized by primal arcane energy, and this most fundamental arcane power has a fatal attraction for them.

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 know 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.)

"Yes! Sargeras is currently possessing Illidan's body. He radiates arcane light and has regained the power of the Titans. As for the origins of you night elves, I think you should know, right?"

"We night elves are a race that came into being thanks to the blessing of the great Elune."

"Do you believe that? What's so shameful about admitting you were once a dark troll?" Rhodes sneered.

You have absolutely nothing to do with Elune. You are native to Azeroth, you are the wounds of Azeroth, a race born from the energy of the Well of Eternity.

In a later version, troll elves appeared, a race somewhere between night elves and trolls.

Some other night elves believe this, but as the leader of the night elf race for over ten thousand years, don't you know all this?

The fact that her race's origins had been revealed made Tyrande feel slightly uncomfortable.

The night elves have always tried to forget that past. They don't want any association with the filthy troll race, but there are some things they have to admit.

"Please! Demigod, my people cannot accept this!"

"You are products of arcane energy, so powerful arcane power and powerful order will have a fatal attraction for you night elves," Rhodes said.

It's only because your Night Elf race has been detached from arcane energy for a long time that you're less affected. If you were to switch to the Nightborne or Blood Elves, they would have already gone mad upon seeing such a perfect incarnation of the Arcane God.

"I understand, my demigod. Azeroth promised me that if I let her possess me, she would grant me one wish afterward," Tyrande said.

"Yes! Azeroth told me about this. Don't worry! After we return to Azeroth, I'll find some time to rescue Malfurion from the Emerald Dream," Rhodes said.

Tyrande willingly allowed Azeroth to possess her body partly because of Elune. Another reason was that Tyrande wanted to find someone to rescue Malfurion.

The strongest demigod who can freely enter and exit the Emerald Dream, Lord Rhodes, the Azure Dragon demigod who can freely enter and exit the entire Emerald Dream, is undoubtedly the best choice.

For Rhodes, this was a simple matter; he only needed to spare a moment to go to that corrupted dream world and rescue Malfurion.

"I... I want to change my wish. Can you... can you give Illidan back to me?" Tyrande's face was slightly flushed.

Good heavens! What am I saying? Why? Why would I abandon saving the man I love and instead go to save Illidan?

She herself found it unbelievable when she said those words.

"Hmm! You want Illidan? For this, you actually gave up letting me go to the Emerald Dream to rescue Malfurion."

"As for Malfurion, I can ask some archdruids for help. It might take some time, but we can still get him out."

"But Illidan! Illidan! I can't let him die like this." Tyrande took a deep breath and said.

"Well, that's a pity. Illidan is dead now, and his body belongs to Sargeras." Rhodes directly rejected Tyrande's suggestion.

"I know, my demigod, you... you can resurrect Illidan, right?"

"I... I don't want to be with him, but... I just want to rescue him, even if... even if it means putting him back in jail." Tyrande's voice even had a hint of shyness.

She couldn't believe she had said those words.

"Do I have to repeat myself? This is Sargeras' body, and he belongs to Sargeras now," Rhodes said, rolling his eyes.

In the future, Sargeras will be following me to conquer the heavens. I can't summon his true form now; he needs a physical body to move around in, and Illidan is undoubtedly the best choice. His body is the one that can best unleash Sargeras's fighting power.

Upon hearing this, Tyrande's two pointed ears drooped instantly, clearly showing her great disappointment.

"Get some rest! Azeroth should wake up by this time tomorrow, and when you wake up again, you'll already be home." Rhodes finished speaking and turned to leave.

Sometimes you have to admit, a woman's heart is like a needle at the bottom of the sea!

"Wait a minute, Demigod, I've looked into you, I, I..."

"???"

"You have many wives, but it seems none of them are with you this time. If you feel lonely tonight, perhaps I can offer some comfort and soothe your empty heart," Tyrande said with a charming smile.

This demigod of the wilderness was someone the night elves had secretly investigated; he was known to collect female mates.

"So the dried bananas are real, right?"

"Please, Lord God, can we not talk about this?"

Okay! I admit that the dried banana thing is true, I don't know where you heard that from.

"But you should understand my predicament. I cannot betray Malfurion, but I also have needs on lonely nights," Tyrande said, mustering her courage.

This is all Malfurion's fault, that bastard, who keeps going off to sleep in the Emerald Dream.

"Once Sargeras no longer needs him, I will return this body to you and resurrect Illidan."

"My Lord Demigod, we are just helping each other pass the lonely nights and comforting each other's hearts."

Without any special feelings, I will not enter your life, and please do not enter mine.

"That suits me perfectly." Rhodes took Tyrande's hand and led her into his room. To be honest, it's been a month since I transmigrated, and I haven't had sex yet!

Tyrande's face held a hint of anticipation; she hadn't felt the warmth of a male for thousands of years.

"What foolish mortals, their minds are filled with nothing but reproduction." Sargeras scoffed as he studied the Space Stone and the Power Stone.

He then continued to focus intently on studying the two Infinity Stones, which greatly inspired him.

(End of this chapter)