A knight who protected the princess. That sounded good, didn't it?
Unfortunately, Tyrande was destined to be unable to return this feeling.
In the world of love, she had already sentenced Illidan to death. Illidan, who had rebelled, could not become the partner of someone who believed in nature and the Way of Elune.
Biting her lower lip, Tyrande's breathing quickened. She knew that as long as she gave a hint, a powerful hero would become a fighting force for the Night Elves.
Could she do it?
Malfurion, who also adored her, was watching from the side.
She could only remain silent!
Silence was her answer. She hoped to have Illidan as a fighting force, but she did not want to make any promises on personal matters.
Illidan smiled!
He stretched his muscles and then walked to the room that stored his unique weapon not far away. He took out the famous [Azzinoth's Dual Blades] from the future.
There were two of these two green crescent-shaped double-headed blades. Although their shapes were special, they were classified as one-handed swords.
This set of legendary weapons originally belonged to the Burning Legion's Eredar Apocalypse Guard officer, Azzinoth. Before the Cataclysm of the Ancient War, Azzinoth was killed by an egg. Illidan stole Azzinoth's weapons. Ten thousand years later, Illidan could use them even better than the old owner of the blades.
His greatest characteristic was his insane attack speed. When he activated the special effect of his greatsword, he was like a tornado. Even a thumb-thick piece of sashimi or an egg could be evenly sliced into hundreds of pieces in just a second.
Not to mention the enemy!
Holding a pair of [Dual Blades of Azzinoth] was like automatically learning [Lying Corpse Swordsmanship]. With a gust of wind, all the enemies were lying on the ground.
Regardless of whether Malfurion thought it was cool or not, if Duque was here, Illidan's action of crossing the blades behind his back would be super cool.
"Alright! What do you want me to do? "
"I heard that the Burning Legion's vanguard is using a magic weapon called [Gul 'dan's Skull] to pollute the Felwood Forest. Malfurion and I are going to awaken more sleeping Druids. Can I trouble you to purify the Felwood Forest first? "
"No problem!"
And so, Illidan led more than a hundred archers and huntresses to the Felwood Forest.
The air of freedom … didn't taste all that good.
Because what was echoing in the air above Felwood Forest was a scent that he was incomparably familiar with ten thousand years ago — the scent of demons.
The Night Elves around him could not understand Illidan's thoughts. They were simply following Tyrande's orders and following Illidan.
"Weak … weak … too weak," Illidan muttered to himself.
"Sir, what are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about me, but I'm also talking about you guys …"
"Ah!" The Huntress leader's face immediately turned red, and she raised the spinning blade in her hand, "I've been trained for two thousand years …"
She babbled on and on, but Illidan wasn't listening. His thoughts had already returned to the ancient war ten thousand years ago.
It was an era where demons danced wildly, and it was also an era where experts came forth in large numbers.
The sky was filled with powerful dragons, but even the dragons that covered the sky were unable to resist the terrifying attack of the Burning Legion.
As the ancient war gradually became more and more intense, the anger of the Burning Legion almost drove people to desperation.
Even today, the new generation of Night Elves regarded the flying dragons as the most powerful existence, but they still continued to fall from the sky like dumplings.
In that battle, Illidan desperately tried to stop the army that attacked Fort Raven. He constantly used Mana Burn, a terrifying skill that did not even let go of his allies.
After burning all the mana in his body, those demons were just big targets. Illidan had always thought so.
Compared to the efficiency of killing the enemy, the Moon Guards on his side were not worth mentioning after losing their mana and even their lives. Unfortunately, because of his extreme fighting style, he was removed from the position of leader of the mage army.
This blow made him even angrier.
In the end, Illidan also left the Night Elven army, but he embarked on a completely different path from his brother. He thought that arcane magic could not gain an advantage in war, so he turned to trying to understand and control the power of demons. For this, Illidan chose the most direct method: pretending to join the Burning Legion.
Sargeras was very satisfied with this. He personally injected a great amount of power into Illidan through the portal, but this also made Illidan realize a despairing fact – the army attacking Azeroth was just a drop in the ocean. In the countless broken worlds of the Twisting Nether, there were more hungry demon armies than there were stars in the sky, and they were even more incalculable.
What was more terrifying was that the demons could not be killed outside of the Twisted Nether. Unless their souls could be destroyed, their souls would return to the Twisted Nether, and soon they would reform into a new body. After learning this horrible truth, Illidan was even more adept at playing Infernal Affairs.
Ten thousand years of imprisonment had made Illidan extremely weak.
An instinctive hunger kept tormenting him in his body. It was like the orcs who had been controlled by the demon blood of the Lord of the Abyss, Mannoroth. The evil demon power had a powerful addiction that outsiders could not understand.
His breathing became rapid, and his senses became blurred. However, one thing became clearer in his vision. It was a cluster of black light that the Night Elves around him could not detect. Only the existence that had received the power of demons could clearly see that light pillar!
"You guys split up into small teams and hunt the demons in the forest. Come back here at sunset." Illidan sent away the sentries who did not want to stay by his side.
Just ten seconds later, Illidan tilted his head to the left and said coldly, "Come out! My eyes are blind, but the demon fire in my eye sockets allows me to see everything I should see. "
Yes!
That was one of the consequences of playing Infernal Affairs 10,000 years ago. The Demon King, Sargeras, personally destroyed his eyes. After burning all the muscles in his eye sockets and even exposing part of his skull, what appeared in his eye sockets were two wisps of evil energy …
The power of the same origin could not be hidden from each other.
A pale-haired death knight wearing black skeleton heavy armor appeared from behind the tree. The giant rune sword in his hand was emitting an unparalleled evil aura. It made Illidan subconsciously raise the [Twin Blades of Azzinoth] in his hand.
"You! Yes! Who!? "Illidan shouted.
"Death Knight Arthas Menethil! The king of Lordaeron across the Endless Sea! The most loyal servant of the Lich King! "
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