Chapter 210: Tyrande, Wind‑Dried Banana

Over the next few days, Luode discovered a strange phenomenon: Tyrande seemed to be dressing herself up, putting on a white dress and returning to the attire of the Moon Priestess.

And, intentionally or not, she would sway a little in front of Illidan, who was possessed by Sargeras, as if to assert her presence.

Then she earned a look from Boss Sargeras as if she were an idiot; he shut his door directly and told Luode to come get him when Azeroth awakens, when they go to forge artifacts.

"Tyrande, I should have told you that the one controlling Illidan's body now is Sargeras; don't do anything unnecessary." Luode gave Tyrande a speechless glance.

I said, "Older sister, you're dressed like a young girl in her teens, wearing the same outfit as a newly inducted Moon Priestess—what are you trying to do?"

"Uh! I—I don't know either, but, Demigod Lord, I just feel uneasy deep down—goodness! I can't even describe this feeling." Tyrande said, stroking her chin.

Looking at Illidan before her, his whole body suffused with arcane light, Tyrande felt an indescribable sensation.

Once, she was the white moonlight in Illidan's heart, the most beautiful evergreen tree, the perfect incarnation of a goddess.

On the eve of the Ancient War, the two brothers pursued her together; at that time she chose the more nature‑affiliated, mature and steady Malfurion over Illidan, who was like a callow youth.

After the Ancient War ended, many clansmen demanded Illidan's execution, but she fiercely opposed it and pleaded with Malfurion, resulting in his instant death being changed to eternal imprisonment.

But as time passed, she became the leader of the night elves for ten thousand years, learning the intrigues among various peoples and witnessing far too many events.

And Illidan, imprisoned in that lightless dungeon for ten thousand years, she never once went to see him.

Afterward, when the Burning Legion invaded again, she finally recalled that man she had forgotten deep in her heart—the man best suited to fight the Burning Legion.

To be honest, when Illidan was just rescued, Tyrande still harbored some hope, wishing he would grow a bit.

At least mature a little; stop feeding me those sickeningly sweet love lines—those might work on a girl just come of age, but come on! Saying that to a woman over ten thousand years old—is that really appropriate?

After Malfurion and she fell in love, for a full ten thousand years he basically never stayed by her side; each time he would say it was for Azeroth, then go to sleep in the Emerald Dream, leaving her only able to soothe her loneliness with wind‑dried bananas.

To be honest, she felt a bit… and wanted to observe Illidan again.

But upon first meeting, Tyrande felt somewhat disappointed in Illidan, sensing that even after all this time he hadn't grown much.

Every word he spoke—she could even guess what he'd say next.

Or rather, his mind was wholly occupied with dealing with the Burning Legion; he hadn't the slightest thought of how to win a woman's favor.

Still, Illidan's love for her remained unchanged, and it even surpassed Malfurion's love for her.

No matter how mature, brave, and wise Illidan appears before others—a true hero who stands tall—when he's before her he is merely an innocent young man.

No matter what she says, if she gives him a look or a pleading tone, Illidan will risk his life.

This is something Malfurion could never do; although she and Malfurion love each other, the one who would do anything for her, even at any cost, must be Illidan.

Had things continued as they were, even if Illidan were killed, Tyrande wouldn't feel heartbroken—but if Illidan ignored her love, that would make her feel very sad.

Even she herself was surprised that she would care about Illidan's thoughts—something that had never happened before.

So over these days, in her subconscious she put on again the Moon Priestess uniform she had worn the first time they met; as for the garment's origin, she found some Asgard tailors locally to help make one.

"Don't you feel that your beloved thing has been taken away? Don't you think Illidan ought to belong to you?" Luode suddenly narrowed his eyes at Tyrande.

"I never expected—Tyrande still has this side! I wonder if the legendary wind‑dried banana is real." Gossip fire blazed up inside Luode.

These past days, after Boss Sargeras possessed him, Illidan's attitude toward Tyrande has been quite cold, even his eyes full of contempt—contempt for mortals.

This gave Tyrande a sense of loss, like a goddess whose admirer suddenly ignores her, even striking a cool‑guy pose, indifferent to her affection.

That would make the goddess you're simping for uncomfortable. Often it actually attracts the woman more—provided you're handsome enough, good‑looking enough; otherwise, striking a cool‑guy pose gets you no looks at all!

But let's be honest, in terms of looks, the current Illidan could instantly outshine Malfurion.

Malfurion now looks like a middle‑aged uncle, even sprouting some animal features; in the night elves' aesthetic, that appearance is actually quite ugly.

After being remodeled by Sargeras' power of Order, Illidan now brims with a sense of an Order god, enough to make even the Ancient One mage worship him.

And the night elves, though they have forsaken arcane magic, are essentially dark trolls at heart, having become night elves only after being baptized by primal arcane energy; this most primal arcane‑Order power holds a deadly attraction for them.

Tyrande is no exception; plus, given her special bond with Illidan, she now feels as if her beloved toy has been taken away, and the other party seems to have made that toy even prettier.

"I, I, all right! Demigod Lord, you're right—I feel exactly that, my heart is full of loss!" Before the demigod, Tyrande didn't hide much; she openly admitted her feeling.

"Hmm! Tyrande, I hear you have a wind‑dried banana." Luode asked casually.

"? Uh! This, this couldn't be possible—I, I don't have such a thing." Tyrande turned her head, her eyes darting away.

"Damn it! How did this secret, this secret get out? This is clearly my innermost secret! It's not my fault—Malfurion that bastard, every time he sleeps for thousands or hundreds of years, then when he shows up he whispers some sweet nothings to her and goes back to sleep.

Even after ten thousand years they never married; although nominally lovers, she and Malfurion never held a wedding ceremony. (A rumor circulating among players back then held that Tyrande would only agree to marry Malfurion after Illidan's death.) "Hmm! The one now possessing Illidan's body is Sargeras; he bears the glow of arcane power, he has reclaimed the strength of the Titans, and as for the origin of you night elves—I assume you know it, right?"

"We night elves are a race that appeared thanks to the great blessing of Elune." "Do you believe that? Admitting you were once dark trolls—what's shameful about that?" Luode snorted and said.

You have nothing to do with Elune at all; you are natives of Azeroth, born and bred there—you are Azeroth's wound, a species spawned by the energy of the Well of Eternity.

Even in a certain version not long afterward, troll elves appeared—a race between night elves and trolls.

Other night elves believe this, but you, as the leader of the night elf race for over ten thousand years, surely you know all this?

Having her race's origin exposed like this made Tyrande feel a tad uneasy.

The night elves have long tried to forget that past; they don't want any association with the filthy troll race, yet some things cannot be denied.

"Please! Demigod Lord, my people can't accept all of this!"

"You are the product of arcane energy, so strong arcane force and strong Order force will exert a deadly attraction on you night elves." Luode said.

Since your night elf race has been separated from arcane energy for a long time, the effect on you is relatively small; if you switched to nightborne or blood elves and saw such a perfect incarnation of an arcane god, you'd already have gone mad.

"I understand, Demigod Lord; Azeroth once promised me that if I let her possess me, afterward she would grant me one wish." Tyrande said.

"Hmm! Azeroth and I discussed this—don't worry! When we return to Azeroth, I'll carve out some time to go into the Emerald Dream and rescue Malfurion." Luode said.

Tyrande's willingness to let Azeroth possess her stems partly from Elune, and partly from her desire to find someone to rescue Malfurion.

And the strongest demigod who can freely enter and leave the Emerald Dream—none other than the Azure Dragon Demigod Luode—is undoubtedly the best choice.

For Luode, this is nothing more than a trivial task; he just needs to find a moment, go into that corrupted dream, and he can rescue Malfurion.

"I—I—I want to exchange this wish, you, you could give Illidan back to me?" Tyrande's face flushed slightly.

"Goodness! What am I saying? Why? Why would I abandon rescuing the man I love and instead go rescue Illidan? As she spoke those words, even she felt it was unbelievable.

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

"As for Malfurion, I can ask some Grand Druids; it might take a while, but I can still get him out."

"However, Yilidan! Yilidan! I can't let him just die like that." Tailande drew a deep breath and said.

"Hmm! That's a pity, Yilidan is already dead, and his body now belongs to Sagelasi." Luode directly refused Tailande's suggestion.

"I know, Demigod, you, you can revive Yilidan, right? I, I don't want to be with him, but, but I just want to rescue him, even if, even if, just re-imprison him would be fine." Tailande's voice even sounded a bit shy.

She couldn't even believe that those words came out of her own mouth.

"Do I have to repeat it again? This is Sagelasi's body, and it now belongs to Sagelasi." Luode rolled his eyes and said.

In the future, Sazong will still have to follow me to war across the myriad heavens; for now I can't summon his true form, he needs a functional body to act, and Yilidan is undoubtedly the best choice—his body can best unleash Sazong's combat power.

Hearing this, Tailande's pointed ears drooped instantly, obviously very disappointed.

"Get some rest! At this time tomorrow, Aizelasi should be waking up; when you wake up again, you'll already be home." Luode said that and then intended to turn and leave.

Sometimes one has to say, a woman's heart is a needle at the bottom of the sea! "Just a moment, Demigod, I've learned about you, I, I."

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"You have many wives, but this time none seem to be by your side; if you feel lonely at night, perhaps I can console and soothe your empty heart." Tailande revealed a charming smile and said.

This wilderness demigod, they've also secretly investigated the night elves; the other party apparently likes to collect female companions.

"So wind-dried bananas are really a thing, right?"

"Please, Worship God, can we not mention this?"

Alright! I admit that the wind-dried banana thing is true, I don't know where you learned this from.

But you should also understand my difficulties—I can't betray Mafaliao, but on lonely nights I also have needs." Tailande gathered her courage and said.

It's all Mafaliao's fault, that idiot—he keeps running off to the Emerald Dream to fall asleep.

"Wait until Sagelasi no longer needs him, I'll return this body to you and revive Yilidan."

"Demigod, between us we're just spending lonely nights together, comforting each other's hearts."

There are no other special feelings; I won't intrude on your life, please don't intrude on mine.

Just to my liking. Luode took Tairande's hand and walked into his own room, speaking frankly, it's been a month since I came over and I still haven't eaten meat! Tairande's face showed some anticipation; she had already gone several thousand years, several thousand years without feeling a male's warmth. "Truly foolish mortal creatures, their minds are all about reproduction." Sagelasi, who was researching space gem and power gem, let out a cold snort.

Then Sagelasi continued to wholeheartedly study the two infinity gems; these two gems gave him great inspiration.

(End of chapter)