Illidan mysteriously took out a black scale. The scale exuded a violent aura, and everyone immediately thought of the cunning Black Dragon King.
"I can easily find Nesario!" Illidan was extremely determined.
Sargeras seemed very happy. "Alright! You will be rewarded as a reward for your loyalty to me … However, this will require you to pay a small price … "
Illidan looked up. For the first time, a trace of unease flashed across his slender face. "My Lord Sargeras, it is already my honor to have you personally come to Azeroth. I don't need anyone to help me —"
"Is that so? But … I insist. "Sargeras let out a mocking laugh, displaying the temperamental nature of a Demon King.
Suddenly, two dark green flames shot out of the portal with a whoosh.
The flames were so bright, it was as if two suns had shot out of the darkness at the same time. When Duque turned his head, he used a shadow to block Tyrande's eyes. The Void Dukes also dodged or blocked the attack.
Only Illidan had nowhere to run. He couldn't dodge Sargeras's spell at all.
The flames leaped into his eyes.
His eyeballs, one of the weakest organs in the body, suddenly felt a terrible burning sensation.
"Ahhhhh — no —" Illidan screamed in pain. His scream spread throughout the hall and even outside the huge palace.
There was no longer any trace of arrogance left on his face, only pain, extreme pain, as if his soul was being burned to ashes.
Tyrande didn't dare to look. She trembled in fear and desperately covered her mouth, subconsciously looking for comfort. She threw herself onto Duque's back. She thought she would hate this action, but she didn't. Unfortunately, she didn't. She hid behind Duke like a pair of lovers.
If Illidan still had the luxury of time, he would be furious.
Unfortunately, he didn't have the time to care about others.
Everyone in the hall watched in surprise as the flames in Illidan's eyes burned brighter and brighter.
Sargeras' terrible power pulled on Illidan, forcing him to be tied to a cross and tortured. He opened his arms, his feet off the ground, and his whole body was pulled into the air and bent backward.
It was as if in the next moment, this incomparably famous hero would be broken like a matchstick.
Illidan's eyeballs were burned to ashes in the first instant, but the flames did not extinguish. The flames fueled by evil magic continued to burn into his eye sockets.
When the raging flames burned away the last trace of blood and flesh in the eye sockets, the flames suddenly extinguished.
Illidan collapsed on the solid stone floor like a dead dog. Even though he could still feel the lingering pain in his nerves, he was still in so much pain that he wished he was dead. All of his arrogant expression had disappeared.
At this time, Sargeras's voice sounded again. "My loyal servant …"
Illidan obediently lifted his head.
His eyes had already disappeared, leaving only two empty eye sockets on his face. Only a few wisps of green smoke lingered in the eye sockets like ghosts, neither slowly disappearing nor becoming fiercer.
"From now on, your vision is now my vision, Night Elf. The Infernal Seer doesn't trust you, and I agree with him. But from now on, I think I can start to trust you … "
Illidan didn't make a sound. Obviously, the great pain made it impossible for him to maintain his focus.
But Duque could clearly feel Illidan's hatred.
The hatred of stealing his lover!
The hatred of destroying his eyes!
No matter which one it was, it was enough to make Duque's hatred in Illidan's heart forever.
Sure enough, every big boss level demon could be easily fooled. Even though Sargeras had begun to believe in Duque's plan, he still refused to hand over such an important matter to a certain existence.
Provoking the hatred between the two would ensure that the two would never be of one mind.
This was checks and balances!
This was the Demon King's way of controlling his subordinates.
Good scheme!
Good plan!
If Duque wasn't a veteran transmigrator who had transmigrated twice, he would probably be tricked when Illidan tricked the Burning Legion.
As for Sargeras's precautions, Duque only wanted to say, "Haha!" However, it was useless.
Time passed day by day.
There weren't many surprises. The only one that could be called an accident was the rebellion of Dassrema Sunstrider. This grandfather of Kael 'thas was very smart. He noticed that when Sargeras' will could easily descend, the Burning Legion's attitude towards the high elves didn't change. The last batch of demonic crystals was just a personal gift from a high-grade lord.
This obviously meant that the Burning Legion had never really valued the high elves.
Dassrema hated the disgusting appearance of satyrs. As a true noble, a wise man who was good at thinking, he began to realize that what Queen Azshara said should be an empty promise.
He had wanted to leave Azshara's camp for a long time, but he didn't have a good proof of allegiance until he "accidentally" found the soul of the demigod Cenarius's eldest disciple imprisoned in a small soul crystal. And that was the side hall where Duque lived.
Recently, Duque was busy with the mysterious [Mjolnir] project. He and the Gemini rarely returned to the side hall.
"The eldest disciple of Cenarius and the high priestess of the Moon Goddess. This will be a very good gift." Dassrema thought and did so.
In the end, the founding ancestor of the Sunstrider almost lost his life in the city of Azshara.
The dancer Celaika, whom he thought he could easily knock out, was unexpectedly strong. It took Dassrema a lot of effort to subdue her.
He thought that since he had saved Tyrande in the name of righteousness, the High Priestess of the Moon God would immediately follow him. In the end, Tyrande screamed as she took out a Spellslayer Bow and shot at him, almost nailing him to the wall.
The only lucky thing was that he still managed to get his hands on the soul crystal. He broke it immediately and released Malfurion.
In the end, he activated the teleportation before the demon guards arrived.
Yes! It was a teleportation that took up to ten seconds to cast.
He found that he couldn't understand what Tyrande was thinking. After he released Malfurion, Tyrande shrank into a corner of the side hall. She didn't attack him, nor did she follow him.
With no other choice, Dassrema could only run away before the teleportation channel in Azshara was sealed.
When Duque returned, Tyrande threw herself into Duque's arms and whispered, "Promise me, end this as soon as possible. I'm going crazy! No matter who succeeds, end it quickly! "
Duque said in a low voice, "Okay!"
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