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The captain of the Moon Guard once again used arcane siphon, and this time, almost all the Moon Guards of the Black Crow Fort were concentrated together.

"Illidan, no!!" Ravenkes heard the whine of the mages. He thought something had sneaked into the moon guards in the audience, but the culprit who made them suffer was right in front of him.

"This is impossible!" shouted Nathanos.

"So...savage!" Brox was also surprised by Illidan's behavior.

"What's the difference between us and those demons?" Galaud Yingge, the youngest experienced on the battlefield, sighed. He was wondering why Illidan did this, did he defect to the Burning Legion? Or was he meant to be for strength?

The answer is the latter. After Illidan absorbed the magic power of all the mages present, he released a terrible magic towards the giant Hellfire. This magic was generated from the inside of the Hellfire, instantly causing cracks on the surface of the rocky skin to erode the inside of the big guy like a virus. Then white light shone out from the body of the Hellfire, as if something was about to rush out. With a last loud bang, the entire Black Crow Fortress trembled. The impact force broke the surrounding trees. The sky was dark, and then the cold drizzle fell and began to lick the wounds of the injured.

The Hellfire was destroyed, but the matter was not over, and everyone surrounded Illidan.

"What have you done, Illidan!! You killed them all." Ravenkes rode on the Night Blade Leopard and pointed his finger at the skinny night elves' corpses in the audience.

"What do you think of, Raven Keith? Nod and bow to the master of the army, let them turn the world into ashes?" Captain Storm retorted.

"There must be other ways, we can..."

"How can we do? You are blind, Ravenkes. You are all blind!!" Illidan threw away the staff in his hand angrily. "This is an invasion. They almost killed everyone present and then went to occupy Surama." The mage mentioned Surama with a clear expression of uneasiness. Nathanos suddenly remembered, as if Tyrande was in Surama.

"We fight to the end, Illidan," said Garod. "Even if we fail today, we will never try this way of sacrificing our own people to win."

"Sacrifice?" When Illidan heard these two words, the anger in his heart had risen to the highest point. "You don't know what sacrifice is! Will you only criticize me? What did you pay for my mage to save the world? What did you sacrifice?"

He finally roared out, and in his eyes, the people present did not agree with his actions. They all shook their heads and sighed, and some even condemned him, claiming to put him on the spot. The best of them was Nathanos, who was just standing there and watching him. Illidan could not see anything from his pale skin, and he clenched his fists.

"You idiot, Raven Keith! It's okay, I have nothing to learn from you anymore. As long as you are the cowards in power, we won't be able to defeat the Burning Legion." Illidan began to release the teleportation spell, "Goodbye... Good luck to you, next time, you'd better beg them to spare your life."

...

The war ended, and it was a costly defensive battle. Nathanos stayed in the lounge prepared for him by the Black Crow Lord. Lavenkes' attitude towards him and Brox has changed significantly due to the contributions made by the undead and the orcs to the battle, but the lord cannot chat with them now, and there are still many post-war matters that he needs to deal with.

Nathanos is very grateful to Ravenkes for not asking them for questions, nor will he pull them in front of everyone to praise or praise. He needs a quiet atmosphere now, so quiet that he can feel at ease to think.

He could not think about Illidan's words. Two voices fought in the minds of the undead. One voice was denounced Illidan's choice, saying that his behavior was no different from Arthas; the other voice told Nathanos that Illidan was right and that someone would always make difficult choices, and victory was always sacrificed.

"Sacrifice?" Nathanos murmured, and whenever he thought of this word, he would be in great pain. Everything Illidan did today surprised and scared him. He knew that sacrifice was a free effort, not only would not bring rewards, but might even... cause disaster.

"Illidan's choice was to defeat the Burning Legion, but he chose to sacrifice others to achieve his goal. This was wrong because... he had not thought about the moon guards. But if he didn't do this, the hellfire would be unstoppable, and the moon guards would still die, even the entire Black Crow Fortress."

So is Illidan right or wrong? This question still cannot be solved. Nathanos clarifies his thoughts by talking to himself, but he cannot get the answer to the question.

"The Undead!" Brox's rough voice almost made Nathanos faint. All thoughts seemed to be twisted into a rope, tangled in chaos.

"You are here!" The orc pushed open the door and saw Nathanos staring at the candle on the table alone. He walked to the other party and handed him a fresh fruit. Nathanos wanted to reach out to pick it up, but suddenly he remembered that he had stopped eating and no longer needed to survive by ingesting the energy from the food. Brox also realized that his behavior was very inappropriate, as if he was deliberately insulting Nathanos.

"Sorry!" It was originally supposed to be Brox's apology, but Nathanos was the first to say it, "I still retain the habit of living people, but I am no longer a living person."

The atmosphere became quiet, and Brox stood motionless, not moistening his chapped lips with the fruit in his hand, nor sat next to Nathanos.

"You are much better than living people, the undead!"

Nathanos smiled bitterly, Brox said it was Illidan, and it seemed that he did not agree with the mage's actions.

"Illidan is to defeat the Burning Legion, his intention...at least it is good."

"But he can't sacrifice his comrades! This is extremely shameful!" Brox punched the table, and the candle's flames flashed. "This kind of victory is not a victory at all. The elf didn't understand it at all. He would only be despised!"

"Indeed!" Nathanos nodded casually. Brox was like a prophet, at least he didn't know what Illidan's fate later. That elf, no, that demon, he was imprisoned for ten thousand years, and he was not recognized by his relatives and lovers. What's worse is that he was expelled from his hometown and was always carrying the name of "betrayer".

"Where did Illidan go? You know?"

Nathanos shook his head and nodded again. Brox was stunned by his reaction.

"I don't know his whereabouts, but I... may guess." Nathanos tried to answer Brox. The orc looked at him quietly, obviously waiting for the answer.

The undead did not say it at the first time, and he was still wondering. Illidan had undoubtedly become a demon ten thousand years later, but how did he get the power of evil? Nathanos immediately thought of the magic used by Illidan to absorb the moon guards. He could use the same method to seize the power of the demon. But soon Nathanos ruled out this possibility. This was impossible at all. Fel is not magic, and it could not be obtained through the power of arcane. Then there is only one possibility...

"He might have gone...Sin Azalie!"

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The ruined city was filled with foul smell, but this did not affect a night blade rider wearing a cape and a hood. He rode his mount slowly along the dilapidated streets, staring at the collapsed tree towers and collapsed houses with a gentle and rational gaze. The corpses on the roadside were rotting very slowly, and he simply looked at these.

Suddenly, his mount growled and made a hissing sound. He immediately pinched the reins that had been grabbed by him, forcing the reluctant Ye Bian Leopard to continue moving forward. He could understand Ye Bian Leopard's mood, because even this beast knew that the palace was not safe. The surroundings were filled with blood that should have made it excited, but at this moment this smell made Ye Bian Leopard's legs tremble.

The knight with a hood walked through the dead city. He felt many eyes staring at him, but everyone was still silent. The guards had no interest in him, and if they ignored him, he would not come to trouble them.

His mount, which he was forced by him, was captured outside the city two days ago, and it slowed down again at an intersection. However, this time, the Knight knew that it slowed down not because it did not want to go, but because it felt several more greedy predators approaching.

They won't let him go, this is a trap that has been designed long ago.

‘A bunch of idiots!’

The three-headed hellhound attacked him. These canine demons with tentacles on their heads and ugly appearance were opening and closing their mouths, looking very hungry. But he knew that they were actually not a real threat at all.

From the ruins on both sides of him, two hellhounds suddenly jumped out and rushed towards their prey that they thought they were distracted. Their tentacles couldn't wait to stretch out, ready to have a good meal on this "lost" night elves.

He snorted, feeling very disappointed with such an ambush. The Hellhound originally wanted to absorb the mana of the Wind-Hot Elf, but he didn't expect that his mana would be absorbed by the other party. The Hellhound's body began to dry up, and his skin was loosely attached to the bone. A monster full of mana, a monster with almost all its energy, was now enjoying it by the Elf.

Within about a few seconds, the hellhound was sucked dry. The monster wailed and turned into a pile of wreckage. The night elves urged his mount to continue moving forward. He did not look at the dead hell beasts and struggling demon guards beside him.

He could feel that there were other enemies around him, but no one dared to stop him now. As the journey went smoothly, he soon arrived at his destination - a high wall with a gate. The night elf guard beside the wall was glaring at him with his head down.

He walked forward and took off the hood.

"I'll serve Queen Azshara!" cried Illidan. However, he was not shouting at these guards, and he was calling for some people in the palace: "I'll serve my queen...and also serve the leader of the Burning Legion!"

He waited quietly, his expression did not change at all. About a minute later, the door opened, and the squeaking sound echoed throughout the city of Sin Azalie, just like the strange moans made by the dead souls in this city.

The door stopped moving, and Illidan calmly rode the Night Blade in.
Chapter completed!