Tyrande, who was in Karazhan, felt bitter as she watched Illidan being beaten by the three heroines.
Illidan was proud.
Even though he had fallen into the path of demons, no one could take away his pride.
Originally, with Illidan's demigod skills and speed, no one could stop him if he wanted to leave.
Living an ignoble existence was not something that every expert could do.
Illidan was still angrily attacking every enemy in his field of vision. He used his dual blades and his dark magic, but everyone could see that he was rapidly weakening.
Rumbling sounds came from all over the Black Temple. At first, it was fierce, but in the last few minutes, it had calmed down. That was the end of the battle. The Allied Army dragged the wounded away and left the rest to the logistics team to clean up the battlefield. They killed the demons that were not completely dead, then blew up those that needed to be blown up, and purified those that needed to be purified.
Even if the Outland would one day collapse, before that day came, the Black Temple would still be returned to the Draenei and renamed to the Temple of Karabor.
Illidan was like a cornered beast.
He still had too many things to do. His dreams had not been realized. His grand blueprint had only been completed a few pieces. Was he going to give up just like that?
No!
He was not willing. He was not willing.
Even if he lost to anyone, he could not lose to Duke Marcus, the hateful human who had stolen Tyrande from him.
"No! Did you see that? Did you see that?! I haven't lost! I haven't lost! "Illidan yelled like a madman.
Whether it was the three heroines who were besieging Illidan, or the powerful figures who were holding the line, none of them took Illidan's words to heart. They only thought that it was the last words of madness of a traitor whose soul had been corrupted by evil energy, and who was already more demon than elf.
Only two people understood what he was saying.
Tyrande, who was in Karazhan, hugged Duque tightly. She wanted to rub her perfect face into Duque's chest.
Duque could clearly feel a wetness spreading from his chest. It was Tyrande's tears.
Compared to Tyrande's simple sadness, Duque was actually the most conflicted.
At this moment, Duke was finally certain that Illidan was just like how it was in history. He was actually playing the Infernal Affairs game.
Why was it that he had been hunted by Maiev for so many years but had never fought with her?
How did Illidan react when he heard that Tyrande and a small number of her Sentinels had fallen into the River Arivath and been attacked by the Scourge? It was salvation!
Fleeing to the Outlands was one thing, and so was the final battle with Arthis.
Who would have thought that Illidan had such a magnificent demigod-level power? If he was merely controlled by dark powers, if he was merely a "traitor" and a "loser", why did he not seek revenge on his people who used him and then abandoned him like trash? Why was he willing to join forces with his brother, who had banished him, to save Tyrande even though he was already a demon?
In fact, he didn't even hate Duque, who had stolen Tyrande from him. He didn't even want to kill Duque.
Yes, his goal had never changed. He loved Tyrande. As long as Tyrande was happy, he would even allow Duque to continue living in this world.
He respected and loved his brother, and he also loved the people who had created his lover and brother. He had made mistakes, and he had never denied his mistakes, but his original intention had never changed.
So, even at the very end, he who was eager to prove his strength, the person he wanted to fight was not Maiev who had been chasing after him for so many years, nor was it Vashj who was born as a High Elf and then 'betrayed' him. Instead, it was the hoof that had nothing to do with the Elves, Ireal.
Was this not a little ridiculous?
But it was not ridiculous at all!
At this moment, Duque heard a famous quote from his history.
"Betrayal? In fact, I am the one who was betrayed! I am still being hunted by people, and I am still hated by people! Now that I'm blind, I can foresee the future that others can't. Sometimes, fate must be in your own hands. "
"No matter what you think, no matter what you do!"
"I want to, protect you."
Even if he had fallen into the path of demons, he still wanted to protect his lover and people. It was really amazing.
Unfortunately, he had no one to tell, and no one would know …
On the scene, Illidan released his final ultimate move.
Suddenly, dozens of Shadowfiends the size of small hills appeared on the platform of the temple. This kind of demonic creature that lived in the shadows had very disgusting characteristics. This was a special skill that was completely different from elemental magic. It could directly attack the target's shadow on the ground, causing the shadow to bite the target.
The feeling of the body forcibly entering a [Coma] state, but one's mind was abnormally clear, anyone would feel terrible.
The Qiraj Twin Emperors, Kael 'thas, and Vashj were all instantly imprisoned by these huge Shadowfiends. With their strength, the imprisonment only lasted for a short moment, maybe a tenth of a second, or maybe even less. Even if Maiev, who had not been hit, summoned a powerful [Heavenly Vengeance] and did not fall into a coma state, he was still busy.
Duque also looked busy. He let Alonsos' doppelganger fiercely attack and clean up the surrounding Shadowfiends.
For Illidan's surprise attack, this was enough.
Illidan's figure suddenly shrunk.
He was no longer the extremely burly huge demon, but more like a former demon hunter, his figure was thin and strong.
He dashed forward quickly, and because his speed was too fast, his posture was too low, giving the illusion that he was swimming close to the ground.
"Not good!" Imriel's heart skipped a beat.
She no longer had any hope of getting lucky. She took a horse stance, squatted down, and put the shield on her left arm in front of her. Her two S-shaped legs were like two compressed springs, ready to withstand the impact at any time. At the same time, she directly activated her invincibility.
However, Illidan still came. The incomparably sharp [Azzinoth's Warblade] was close to the ground, and a strange emerald green light swept out. It looked like it was going to cut off Imriel's legs!?
Her hooves gritted her teeth and suddenly sat down. She wanted to smash the lower edge of the shield into the ground to block this strange blade.
Who would have thought that the Egg Blades were only called Egg Blades when they were in pairs. Before the second hand that slashed over could even cut, it seemed to have triggered some strange special effect of the twin blades. The main hand's Warblade of Azzinoth actually slashed at an even higher and more exaggerated speed.
If one had to describe the speed of this move, it would be lightning.
When ordinary strong people saw this green light, their heads would already be flying into the sky —
Yes! It was that fast. This was the speed of a blade that had gone through millions of times of practice to reach the realm of God.
She was dead.
Illidan was so sure.
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