"Run!"
In the dark and oppressive corridor, a cry of alarm echoed.
Followed by a burst of hurried footsteps, Arthas, Thrall, Jaina, and of course Illidan, who they had just released from prison, were sprinting wildly through the dark corridor.
Illidan was still in a state of confusion, thinking to himself, where on earth did these folks come from? Why would they rescue him?
However, given a chance to escape from prison, he would definitely not let it pass.
But looking at the panicked running of the others, he couldn't help but start to complain.
"You idiots, why haven't you even arranged a method of retreat? Truly ignorant and fearless."
"Shut up, don't forget we're the ones who rescued you from that prison," Jaina snapped coldly, coming to a sharp halt.
She had thought about teleporting away, but found that a barrier had been set up in the castle, making teleportation magic completely unusable.
