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Malfurion：Maiev! We’ve got to move quickly. Illidan is weaving a spell that is splitting apart the roof of the world! We must… Wait—where is Tyrande? 

 

Maiev：I am sorry, Shan’do, but the priestess has _(1)_. We aided a band of Alliance warriors against the undead. The priestess fought valiantly, but I saw her torn apart with my own eyes. 

 

Malfurion：Torn apart? Tyrande, my heart… I should have been there. 

 

Maiev：You can still avenge her, Shan’do! Let us attack Illidan together! He is the reason we even came to this forsaken place. He is the reason for your loss. 

 

Maiev：Shan’do, this is Prince Kael’thas, the ally I spoke of. 

 

Kael’thas：Greetings, great druid. My scouts have confirmed that this Illidan and his vile snakes are based at the ruined city of Dalaran. They are using a gem—like artifact to perform some strange ritual. 

 

Maiev：They must be using the Eye of Sargeras! But why would they strike at the roof of the world? 

 

Malfurion：It doesn’t matter. They won’t live long enough to finish their spell. Illidan must be stopped ____(2)____!