章節 616: Oriole

The King of Despair, Osiris!

During these ten thousand years, the other night elves had gradually forgotten the specific details of the War of the Ancients. But for Illidan, who had been imprisoned and had to face the same unchanging dark scenery all year round, what had happened in the War of the Ancients seemed to have happened just yesterday, and the scenes were still so clear.

Illidan stretched out his hand and gently scratched the cloth covering his eyes with his sharp nails.

Before the War of the Ancients, Illidan had a pair of golden eyes. Such eyes were very rare among the elves at the time, and the elves regarded them as a symbol of great destiny.

However, this pair of eyes didn't make Illidan win Tyrande's favor. She still chose his brother, Malfurion Stormrage…