How awesome would a legendary hero who had stepped into the realm of heroes be?
Just look at an egg.
Ten thousand years ago, Illidan used the power of a demon to destroy the Burning Legion. What arcane power could not do, the demon's dark energy did.
Even when he was captured and locked up for ten thousand years, he never changed his mind.
Anyone who was locked up in a sealed space without seeing the sun or moon for a month would go insane, let alone ten thousand years. Fortunately, Illidan was blind ten thousand years ago, or he would have gone even crazier.
Even though he was suspicious of Arthas' motives, Illidan was still thirsty for magic. He felt that with the power of Gul 'dan's Skull, he should be able to defeat the Burning Legion's army in Felwood Forest.
So, he easily took down the demon guards guarding the artifact and got what he wanted.
"Hiss …" Illidan gasped, then he was immediately amazed by the power contained in the magic artifact.
A normal magic artifact would not be able to attract Illidan.
But how attractive was this Divine Artifact level magic artifact to him?
To put it simply, he was willing to be a moth to a flame.
Why?
Gul 'dan was a demigod, and after he jumped ship from a shaman to a warlock, his strength was undoubtedly top-notch. The key was that he died in the Tomb of Sargeras.
Gul 'dan, who had a powerful soul and unparalleled resentment, was immersed in the dark power that flowed out of the Tomb of Sargeras for a long time after his death.
This made the quality of the entire magic artifact even higher.
Illidan would never forget the scene of him activating the power that Sargeras bestowed upon him during the War of the Ancients, and the powerful power that he could not stop.
He could still remember the feeling of the powerful energy flowing through his limbs.
This addiction made Illidan choose to absorb the power of Gul 'dan's Skull without hesitation.
Just a small portion, but he was like Popeye eating fresh spinach, the muscles in his limbs all swelled up. If he did not restrain himself, perhaps he would have completely turned into a demon.
Even so, after Illidan absorbed the power of Gul 'dan's Skull, he immediately turned into a demigod.
"Huff … huff …" Illidan's enlarged nostrils spewed out turbid dark power.
He enjoyed this feeling very much.
Unlike those pitiful wretches who were overwhelmed by the violent power, Illidan was very clear-headed. He knew what he wanted and what he had to do.
"Now, it's time to complete Tyrande's quest."
With power, nothing was a problem.
With the magical profession of Demon Hunter, Illidan's body was like a black gust of wind, shuttling between the tall trees of Felwood Forest.
The stench of a demon floating in the forest was the best guide. It was no different from having a radar. It was just that Illidan was extremely sensitive to demons.
"The pollution isn't enough! The great master is about to obtain the treasure from the Endless Sea. He will come soon, so we must clear the path first … Huh?! "
A greenish-black shadow suddenly shot out from the jungle like a bolt of lightning. Like a crescent moon, dozens of demon heads with long curved horns soared into the sky. Even the leader of the Dreadlords, Tichondrius, couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine.
A powerful enemy!
"Who is it!?" Accompanied by a curse, the Dreadlord raised his hand and cast [Putrid Hornet Swarm].
A large number of creatures and insects that lived in the darkness responded to the Dreadlord's summon. This black wave of foul aura immediately turned the entire area into a kingdom of death.
If Illidan was still in the cone-shaped area that was being attacked, he would have turned into a pile of scarlet bones.
He was too fast.
The speed of an agile hero was definitely beyond the imagination of mortals.
It looked like he had been hit, but in reality, Tichondrius had missed by at least 90 degrees.
"Woo!" Without giving the Dreadlord any time to react, his winged back suddenly had two horrifying bone-deep wounds. One could even see that his shoulder blades, which were many times harder than steel, had also been cut deep by the sword.
Tichondrius was scared out of his wits.
What made him even more worried was yet to come.
The dark energy circuit in his body was suddenly disrupted by a very terrifying force. A force that was even more intense than fire rushed into his dark energy circuit. Not only did it evaporate at least one-fifth of his dark energy, but it also caused a chaotic shock wave that caused damage to his internal organs!
While he was not paying attention, four consecutive slashes landed on his left rib. This caused the Dreadlord to let out the loudest cry of pain since the start of the battle.
Just as he half-knelt down, two more slashes landed on his right leg.
Illidan turned into a tornado as he circled around Tichondrius and slashed at him at high speed. In front of Illidan, Tichondrius's movements were slower than a snail's, and each of the Dreadlord's close combat attacks was easily dodged.
No!
I can't go on like this!
Tichondrius suddenly blasted [Putrid Hornet Swarm] at the ground.
Illidan frowned and could only retreat quickly. In his opinion, he had a safe enough distance from the Dreadlord.
But the Dreadlord's tricks were far beyond his imagination.
He suddenly felt very sleepy …
In less than half a second, Illidan fell asleep. Holding [Twin Blades of Azzinoth], he fell asleep standing on the battlefield.
The Dreadlord finally let out a sinister laugh.
[Absolute Slumber]!
It was a terrifying skill that could make intelligent creatures sleep until they died if they failed to resist it. The only drawback was that external damage could awaken the victim.
It didn't matter. Tichondrius grabbed Illidan tightly with both claws. Yes! He wanted to tear this Night Elf, who had given him painful memories and didn't know what he was talking about, into two. Then, he would pull out his lowly soul and torture it for thousands of years!
Just as he suddenly used his magic, Illidan woke up.
"Idiot! It's too late! "The Dreadlord sneered.
"Is that so?" Illidan replied with the same sinister smile.
In the hands of the Dreadlord, Illidan was originally like a toy. But in less than a hundredth of a second, Illidan's body grew bigger, becoming taller and stronger than Tichondrius —
Demon!
"Impossible! You … "
The Dreadlord leader's screams came to an abrupt halt, because his heart had been clawed out by the terrifying black demon.
No, it wasn't just his heart.
Even his soul was pulled out by the black demon.
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