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For Brox, the most important thing is glory, but the premise of glory is based on loyalty. Only when you are loyal enough can you become a real warrior. Betrayal is the most despicable crime.

At this moment, Malfurion's younger brother did this kind of betrayal of his relatives.

Brox stared at Illidan Rage Wind with extremely disgusting eyes, and he rarely looked at people with such eyes. Even when facing demons, he would only look at them with hatred and vigilant eyes, because no matter how evil and terrifying they were, at least they were loyal enough to their masters. Illidan had fought side by side with Brox and should have shared his joys, anger, sorrow and sorrow with his comrades, but at this moment, Illidan appeared only to seize the results they had obtained when they fought to the death, and he ignored nothing else, and even his closest family could not change him.

If it weren't for being bound by the evil witchcraft of the Illidan Sect now, the orc would have rushed towards the elf and twisted his neck, even if he sacrificed himself.

Malfurion's eyes were covered in black shadows, and the light could not penetrate at all, and his eyes were pitch black. Fortunately, he would not trip to the ground because of panic.

Illidan's eyes were wrapped in black cloth and there was no expression of regret on his face.

"Your body is full of the smell of demons." Brox looked at the black patterns on Illidan's body. It was not long before I could pass. Illidan's appearance changed like this, and what's worse, his changes made people uneasy.

Because Malfurion could not see it, Brox's voice told him what was going on.

"Illidan!" The druid's cry was full of anger and blame.

"I know you'll be angry, brother, so I'll cover your eyes and prevent you from seeing what I've become."

"How can you...be it! Why?"

Strangely, the disc is not in Illidan's hands now. Shortly after he took it from his brother's hand, Malfurion vaguely felt that Illidan threw the dragon soul on the ground again.

The Greenskin Warrior was very puzzled. Illidan was once a person who was determined to pursue magic, but now, he actually didn't care about the powerful magic weapon he got.

"Obviously, I've gained new power." Illidan deliberately showed his changes to Malfurio, although he knew the other party could not see it. "And now, I'll use it to catch you."

"You chose to betray me? Do you want to hand me over to your master?"

"Don't blame me, brother. But there is one thing you are wrong. I'm not here to find you. I've come here for another purpose."

Malfurio was puzzled. Illidan's target was not himself or the dragon soul. So what was he here to do? Another strange thing was that he used the power of the dragon soul just now, and Death Wings should have found them soon. What is puzzling is that the dragon has not appeared yet. Is there something that distracted him from his attention?

"What are you going to do? Stay away from him!"

Malfurio heard Brox's voice again. He thought Illidan was going to do something to him, but he felt that his brother had left him, not him, nor Brox, who was that?

The druid immediately thought of the unconscious Nathanos. Soon, Illidan's voice confirmed his thoughts.

"It's really a headache, I can't even be sure if he can still stand up."

"You want to take him away? Why?"

"Your problems are too many, Malfurion." Illidan was a little impatient, and then there was a sound. The Druid's brother seemed to have put Nathanos on the back of the Night Blade Leopard. "The brief encounter is really pleasant, brother. But I still have important things to do, it's time to leave!"

"Stop and leave Nathanos!"

The orc wanted to get rid of the magic on his body, but he was not strong enough. His teeth were chewing, and he glared at Illidan and shouted, "Let him go!"

"It's useless, Brox." Malfurion suddenly interrupted, "I know my brother best, he must have some plans!"

Brox smiled at him sarcastically: "Plan? Your eyes are 'blind', you can't see what he has become, Malfurion. Your brother betrayed us!!"

The magic that was released on them disappeared due to Illidan's departure.

Malfurio staggered up. Brox held the axe handle with his hand to maintain his balance, and then whispered: "Your brother took Nathanos away, what is he going to do?"

"I don't know, I'm sorry." said the Druid, his tone much gentler than the orcs. He picked up the dragon's soul.

"Illidan betrayed us!"

Malfurion shook his head wishfully and became very embarrassed.

"I will settle the score with him, but if we are sensible, we should leave here immediately, and Nesario may appear at any time."

Brox was deeply suspicious of Malfurio, but he was not confused yet and knew the power of the black dragon.

The orc snorted in disgust. Must take action...Brox made up his mind secretly. He tightened his muscles and lifted the oak battle axe to walk in front. The druid followed Brox quietly, fearing that a slight sound made would make Brox raged.

Brocks wanted to find Illidan, but he was busy going to the place where he met Crasus and could not be distracted. He could only pray that Malfurion's brother would not do anything to Nathanos.

A strong wind came to them, and what surprised Brox was that he felt the heat and looked up and saw a dragon flying high in the sky.

It's Nesario!

Brox's eyes were wide open, but if it were the evil black dragon, he would have spewed out the dragon breath and turned the orcs and night elves into ashes. Then it should not be the black dragon, but Cleostroz. Since the second defense battle at the Black Raven Fortress ended, he almost forgot the red dragon, but the red dragon obviously did not forget Malfurion and him.

"Finally find you!" cried Cleostroz, "Where is Crasus? And the friend who is covered in darkness?"

Brox forced himself to cheer up and welcome his arrival. He explained to the Red Dragon before Malfurio spoke. Compressed the whole process into three sentences: Crassus's whereabouts were unknown, Nathanos was captured by Malfurio's rebellious brother, and Nesario was nearby.

After a while, the orcs and the night elves jumped onto the dragon's back, and Cleostroz suddenly brought them into the air.

"Have the Dragon Soul been obtained?" Before the orc could respond, Cleostroz suddenly turned around and turned around and flew towards the Black Raven Fortress.

In fact, he didn't need to ask. Red Dragon had long discovered that Malfurion had reached into his pocket with one hand.

"You got it?"

"Yes, I also used it to help us escape, but I didn't expect that we met Illidan..." Malfurion was filled with guilt when he mentioned his younger brother, mainly for Nathanos.

"It seems that you have not let down Cenarius' cultivation of you, and not everyone can resist the temptation of the dragon soul."

The look of self-blame on Malfurio's face disappeared without a trace: "I can't control it because I'm just a little short, but fortunately Brox keeps me sane."

Cleostroz smiled over: "I'm so glad that he's going to help you, Druid."

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The results of this trip were very satisfying. The person Azshara wanted was already caught, but Illidan would not simply hand him over to the queen, at least before that, he had to wake Nathanos.

Illidan used many methods, but it was useless to no avail, even if he poured water on Nathanos, he could not wake him up.

"This is not good." Illidan began to nervously, and he began to suspect that Nathanos was really dead, which would be an indelible loss for the night elves.

He carefully checked Nathanos with magic and was surprised to find that the other party was not unable to wake up, but unwilling to wake up. This reluctance was not spontaneous, but induced. Something was preventing Nathanos from waking up from his coma.
Chapter completed!