If it was a normal kill, the demon's soul could easily return to the Twisting Nether. As long as it was someone powerful, resurrection would not be a problem.
But if it was a fight between demons, that would be bad!
Especially when the opponent had the power from Sargeras's origin …
"No, no, no! Don't kill me! Don't … "Above the heart that reeked of black blood, Tichondrius's soul that was the size of a small doll begged.
However, Illidan, who had turned into a black demon, had a cruel smile that was even more demonic than the Dreadlord.
"Compared to letting you go, I'm more eager to see your eternal death. Hehe! Hehehehe! "Illidan squeezed the Dreadlord leader's heart as he cackled like an owl.
Then, in an instant, he only used his left hand to punch the Dreadlord's body that was beginning to kneel!
The impact was filled with the power of darkness, and it easily blasted this body that made countless living beings tremble in fear into pieces!
The next moment, a black light shot into the sky.
The souls that had been killed and imprisoned by Tichondrius began to escape from their soul cages and spread in all directions.
Illidan did not care about this at all.
Even though he had turned back into a Night Elf, he still enjoyed it.
He enjoyed the supreme pleasure of the powerful power flowing through every inch of his blood vessels.
He laughed heartily as he held the broken heart up high, allowing the Dreadlord's heart's blood to pour over his head, face, and mouth.
He wanted to savor the sweetness of this victory.
He wanted to savor this crazy killing, until …
"Illidan?" The sudden exclamation made Illidan's body stiffen. He couldn't believe his ears.
Yes!
He was too crazy!
He had forgotten himself!
Even Tyrande and Malfurion, as well as the sentries and druids they brought with them, did not know when they arrived at this ruined battlefield.
At least four digits of his fellow Night Elves had witnessed his transformation from a demon back to a Night Elf.
That's right!
Illidan could ignore the gazes of his fellow Night Elves because from the day they convicted him and sent him to the Black Prison 10,000 years ago, they were no longer his fellow Night Elves in his heart.
However, he could not ignore the look in Tyrande's eyes, which went from concern to disappointment, and then sadness.
"Tyrande, I … I … I …" Illidan said the word 'I' three times in a row. He really wanted to say, "I didn't do anything wrong, I did it for you, Tyrande." But in the end, he chose to remain silent.
At a time like this, all excuses would only be feeble and useless nonsense.
The pride in his heart did not allow him to lower his head to anyone, not even Tyrande Whisperwind, whom he had always loved.
He held his head high and looked Tyrande in the eye.
He was telling her with his eyes — yes! This is my Dao! I'm not wrong!
Illidan gave the choice to Tyrande.
Tyrande's slender body trembled uncontrollably. She was the one who had insisted on Illidan's release. In order to save Illidan, she even killed Maiev Shadowsong's subordinates, creating a huge rift between her and the Night Elf hero.
But how did Illidan repay her for saving him?
Abandoning oneself to depravity!
Once again, he used the power of the devil!
Stronger and crazier than before!
Even if his original intention was to help her, and he even killed a powerful Dreadlord for it.
Unfortunately, the law was merciless. If she allowed him to continue to stay in the race, it would lead to the collapse of the ruling order of the Night Elves.
Gritting her teeth and holding back her tears, Tyrande suddenly raised her head and her clear voice echoed throughout the entire Felwood Forest.
"Illidan Stormrage! Even though you obeyed my orders, High Priestess Tyrande Whisperwind of the Moon God's Temple to eliminate the demons in the Felwood Forest and kill a Dreadlord, you have betrayed my trust in you. You have violated the natural teachings of the Night Elves by recklessly using the evil power of the devil. "
Tyrande took a step forward. "Eight thousand years ago, we finally decided to exile the High Elves who also abused their magic and refused to obey the orders of Elune and Cenarius. So, even though you have the heart to serve the world, we cannot accept your actions and ways. "
Tyrande took another step forward. "As the High Priestess, I hereby sentence you, Illidan Stormrage, to be exiled! Once you become enemies with the Night Elves on the battlefield, we will give you a merciless blow! Do you accept this sentence!? "
It was impossible to describe Illidan's feelings at that moment.
Had there been hope?
Despair again?
Following his heart?
Unwillingness to be bound?
Perhaps, there was everything.
However, Illidan knew that the beautiful days of his childhood and youth were gone forever.
And in this lifetime, he was destined to never receive Tyrande's love.
But he did not regret it.
He only had one word for Tyrande's reply —
"Hmph!"
Was it disdain?
Was it contempt?
Retaliation?
Or something else?
No one knew.
The last thing the thousands of elite elves saw was the back of a lone wolf.
No one knew that it would be the birth of a new legend, or the beginning of a terrifying legend.
Seeing the former Night Elf powerhouse, the High Priestess' childhood friend, leave the Night Elves in such a way, every Elf's heart was filled with strange feelings.
Illidan left.
Leading the army, Tyrande walked on the forest road, which was the path to Mount Hyjal.
"Malfurion, I …"
Before she could finish, Malfurion interrupted, "You're not wrong! Your intentions were good, and you gave him a chance, but he didn't cherish it. "
Tyrande was silent.
Malfurion continued, "There's no time to be sad. According to the Prophet's prophecy, the Burning Legion's main force will arrive in three days at most. The Night Elves can only look forward now. "
"Yes."
"Yes, I heard that you met that Duque?"
"That was … fifteen years ago. The previous Guardian, Aegwynn, asked me to go over and help. He called me through Alexstrasza, and I couldn't refuse. "
Alexstrasza, Ysera, and Nozdormu, the three Dragon Aspects, could be considered as the Night Elves' Guardian Deities.
One gave them the World Tree.
One allowed them to soar in the Emerald Dream.
And one that granted them eternal life.
As long as it did not go against Elune's will, the Night Elves would rarely refuse their call.
"No, Tyrande, what I'm concerned about is that Alliance Commander, Duke Marcus. What kind of person is he?"
"A human genius, a person who will create miracles." Tyrande gave a high evaluation without hesitation.
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