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This voice was not the Lich King, but the mysterious man who gave him the hint. Somehow, Nathanos felt that he was more willing to accept this man's words, at least he would not say "obey orders" or anything like that.

Nathanos desperately needed answers, but why did the other party want him to witness everything Illidan did next? This was something he still couldn't figure out.

The night elf was very cunning. He sneaked into the demon's camp and managed to close the demon's portal. Then... he came to the base of the Skull of Gul'dan. Even though he was far away, Nathanos could feel it.

The terrifying power emanating from the Skull of Gul'dan is perfectly expressed in the decaying and decaying land around it.

Not only Illidan, Nathanos can guarantee that anyone who absorbs this power will become extremely powerful. But what about after absorbing it? At this moment, Illidan reminds Nathanos of Arthas, but the night elves are facing

He hesitated despite the strong power.

"Now, at least the demon can no longer pollute the forest." Illidan pointed his face at the Skull of Gul'dan, as if talking to it. The fel flames burning on the base tested Illidan's determination. The skull

The head seemed to be mocking, mocking his weakness.

"If I take this power as my own, my demonic power will increase accordingly, but I will definitely become like those guys." He took a step back and took a step forward reluctantly. "

Damn it! Why am I still hesitating? I will become more powerful than Archimonde's servants."

He raised the gleaming war blade in his hand, "Yes, this power belongs to me!"

Nathanos will never forget what happened next. Illidan's weapon left a tooth mark on the base. He did not destroy the Skull of Gul'dan, but in an instant, chaotic darkness emerged from the base.

Storm. Nathanos had to cover his eyes with his hands. He could not see clearly. He could only hear lightning and thunder in the sky, and even several bolts of lightning struck the grass around Illidan.

But the night elf did not escape, and he could not escape. He was at the center of chaotic energy. The strong wind tore him apart. Gradually, Nathanos could no longer see his figure clearly, and could only roughly see his outline.

Illidan knelt down on one knee, waiting for something, and then many green flame spheres flashed out from the storm, and they all rushed towards the culprit who caused all this.

The commotion attracted many winged demons and some undead creatures.

"Is this a sanction or a ritual?" Nathanos grabbed the tree trunk next to him and waited, staring intently. The final result was the latter!

The chaos was not over yet, and a terrible and deep laughter sounded from the storm. Nathanos heard Illidan's voice before he saw him.

'Is he still alive?'

The answer is obvious, that night elf is still alive. No! We can no longer call him a night elf. Nathanos opened his eyes wide. He could no longer find any trace of the night elf in Illidan.

, even he was not sure whether this guy was still Illidan. The height and size of the other person had expanded several times, and black wings grew on his back. The horns on his head were almost the same as those of a demon. His face seemed to be shrouded in darkness, and even more so.

It was unrecognizable. But what he said next convinced Nathanos that he was still Illidan.

"Now, I am perfect!" Illidan laughed wildly and flapped his wings. He didn't even pay attention to the demons around him, but the enemies surrounding him boldly came up to attack him. They wanted to punish this disruptive legion.

An uninvited guest to the plan.

Therefore, Nathanos saw the most crushing battle in his life. The demons rushed forward, but they soon discovered that as soon as they got close to Illidan, they would be burned by the flames - the demonized dark night

The elves were protected by a layer of fel flames. It was only then that Nathanos discovered that the demons were actually afraid of their own power. It was really dramatic.

If you can't get close, you can only attack from a distance. But for some unknown reason, when the devil's magic flies towards Illidan, it will be absorbed by the black substance on his body. At this moment, Illidan is like a sponge.

In the end, the battle turned into a one-sided massacre, alarming the demon commander here, the Dread Lord Tichondrius. When the leader of the Nathrezim appeared in the sky above Illidan, they both spotted each other.

Seeing that all the demons under his feet were killed by Illidan, Tichondrius was enraged, but he did not directly attack Illidan. He noticed that this guy was full of demonic power. His doubts overshadowed his anger.

"What? Who...are you?"

Before he became a demon, Illidan wore an eyepatch, but after receiving the new power, his eyes appeared. When he faced Tichondrius, he recognized him at first sight - the ten thousand man.

The Dread Lord who was defeated by a tauren years ago. Such a guy is actually the commander sent here by Archimonde?

Illidan directly ignored the opponent's question. He had more important things to do, and once again let Tichondrius roll back into the Twisting Nether.

"Let's see how confident you are against your own kind, Dreadlord."

'He admitted that he was a demon?' Nathanos thought to himself in surprise.

Tichondrius threw away his doubts, and now he was only angry. This mortal who stole the power of the Skull of Gul'dan dared to speak so brazenly in front of him, and also dared to use such an arrogant tone.

This reptile must be punished!

Tichondrius flew down, he would personally execute this guy's death, and use this to scare those who tried to challenge the Burning Legion.

The battle raged from the ground to the sky, sweeping across the trees and rocks below. Fel fire scattered everywhere during the collision between the two, leaving irreparable wounds on the earth. The violent wind and rain were like the spectators in the arena.

Cheer for them and shout. Every lightning and thunder heralds a new round of confrontation between the two of them... In the end, the impossible happened. Illidan's legendary weapon, the Blade of Azzinoth, pierced Tichondrius's chest.

, carved a sword into the heart of the Nathrezim leader.

Tichondrius's face was twisted in pain, and his eyes were filled with shock and fear when he saw Illidan's triumphant smile. He failed and was defeated at the hands of a mortal, which also foreshadowed that he would be defeated again.

Banished back to the Twisting Nether.

"No!!!" The Dread Lord cried out in despair. He could already feel that the lower half of his body was disappearing. Indeed, starting from his feet, his body was turning into a bat little by little. In despair, Tichondrius mentioned

With his right hand, he wanted to pull Illidan and die together before disappearing! This was something Illidan didn't expect. When the devil's hand was about to penetrate his heart, a bow and arrow shot through the palm of Tichondrius's hand, helping Illidan avoid it.

received this fatal blow.

Illidan lowered his head and saw the undead he had seen before. It was obvious that he had been there all along.

Tichondrius lost his last chance and disappeared in front of Illidan. The Blood of the Dread Lord was still on the Blade of Azzinoth, and its owner landed on the ground unharmed.

Someone was already waiting for him below, but it was not the undead who helped him, but two more familiar faces - his brother and his beloved.

"Dirty devil!" Malfurion lifted the oak staff and smashed it on the ground, crushing a stone. "What did you do to my brother?" he roared. When he came here, he didn't find Eli.

Dan's trace, but he saw two demons killing each other in the sky.

Nathanos felt happy for Illidan for a moment in his heart. It seemed that the previous quarrels and disagreements between the two brothers in the underground prison were just bickering. Malfurion was very concerned about Illidan's fate at the moment. But this kind of

The idea was immediately extinguished.

"It's me, brother." Illidan took the initiative to admit his identity and told them that he was the demon in front of them. "This is exactly what I have become."

"No!" Tyrande exclaimed. She took a breath and couldn't believe it. "Illidan, how could you..."

"The leader of the Burning Legion has been eliminated. The corruption of this land has also ended. The forest will recover in time." Illidan said word by word, this was the result of his choice, but his voice was so...

Sadness. Nathanos felt strange about this. Illidan should be respected as a hero, but why was he not happy at all? He soon knew the answer to this question.

"At the cost of your soul?" Malfurion ignored everything his brother had done for this place and asked directly. The atmosphere suddenly fell into silence, except for the crackling sound of the burning trees, which did not silence the surroundings.

Nathanos reached out and grabbed the bark of the tree next to him, and tore off a piece of it. How could the elf standing with Tyrande say such a thing? How could he say that?

Say something like this?

And Malfurion's next words and deeds almost completely subverted Nathanos' worldview.

"You are no longer my brother. Leave this place and never step into our territory again!"

Illidan was originally very tall, and he happened to be standing at a high place, which made him look even more majestic. He could clearly see the anger and shame on his brother Malfurion's face. The anger was because he had become

Devil, and ashamed because he has the same last name.

He also saw the expression on Tyrande, the person he loved most, sitting behind her white moon leopard Eskadare, lowering her head and sighing helplessly, obviously very disappointed with what he did, just like

...as it was ten thousand years ago.

After turning into the demon form, Illidan felt very good. It was not because he had gained great power, but because others could not see his expression or the helpless and bitter smile he showed.

"That's it, brother. That's it!" He turned around and embarked on a new journey with rapid strides.
Chapter completed!