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Molten green magma erupted from the top of the huge mountain peak of Gul'dan's hand, and the scorching air was filled with evil energy. As each breath filled his lungs, Illidan felt a slight tingling sensation on his skin. He looked around and was empty. This was the case normally, and the top of the temple of Darkness was the place where he meditated alone.

Many years ago they had driven away the guards of the Burning Legion in the temple, and the demons would not disturb him. But the Alliance and the Horde, and Shatas had already assembled outside the temple, and what he had to do next was very likely to attract their attention and attack. When he was in a state of out-of-body state, he was very vulnerable and could not fight or flee. He had to withstand great risks here, but this was extremely necessary.

The surging magic energy flowed everywhere. He took the palm of Gul'dan's skull away, and the orc sorcerer's memory was absorbed by him, telling him that this was the place for casting. Many years ago, Neozu opened a portal here and sent himself to Kiljadan. Now, there is still a huge crack in the cosmic structure here, connecting to the fraudster's own nest.

This night, the flow of energy from the twisted void would be the strongest in years. Illidan inscribed characters with flames on the surrounding black stone pillars to form a huge barrier, and he paced on the edge of the result. He recited a spell, a constant, repeated chant. Around, huge and colorful energy circling, waiting to be released. The spell took weeks to be formed into shape, it could only be used once, and a specific location would be released, and all signs must be fully qualified.

He stared at the dark clouds above the temple, with lightning and thunder, as if reminding him that there was not much time and that there would be enemies to stop his plans at any time. He took out the seal of Argus snatched from the star of the devil star Nazriza and gathered all his perceived powers into it.

Illidan stroked the Seal of Argus, and the claws on his thumb streaked over the rune's dent until the cold metal squeaked. It was amazing that it could still remain so cold in such magic.

He paced along the edge of the witchcraft circle he created, checking various guardians to ensure that the energy could pass through correctly, without any mistakes.

Now is not the time to make mistakes.

He wandered around the edge of the circle, checking the tiny traces of magical energy, feeling a little grateful to Neozu, his attempt and his fate were a warning that the shaman had betrayed his demon master and paid the final price for his betrayal.

Illidan took a deep breath and smelled the strong sulfur breath in the air of Silver Moon Valley. It felt like breathing smoke in a sea of ​​fire, causing his lungs to feel a strong tingling and burning. There was almost no time.

In an instant, he began to recite the last few spells, and before he could he hesitate or stop, the tide of power was released. His soul was torn out of his body, but he would not let out a shrill wail like Akama. Instead, he enjoyed the process very much, allowing his soul to be thrown into the twisted void.

The passage opened before him, and his soul finally reached its destination. Illidan stared down at Argus. The world wandered on the edge of the twisted void and material world, completely immersed in the evil powers of the Burning Legion.

He fell head-on to the surface of this world. This place must have been picturesque, with green forests and sparkling seas. Now, it has become cold and cruel, with darkness covering it, full of corruption and depravity and endless sense of loss. It is even a hundred times worse than the outside world.

The Seal of Argus beat in his claws, and it pulled him downwards, leading him to what he was looking for. The dragging force was almost irresistible, yet he was still resisting, while studying the sky here, marking the positions of stars and constellations, keeping them in mind. He tried his best to find familiar marks in the sky so that he could determine his position in the universe.

Once again he felt the cold and ruthless distance between his soul and his body, and a sensation of unprovoked stinging his intuition of witchcraft. For a while, he felt that there was something observing him. He looked around but found nothing.

Is this really the place he searched for? He quickly surrounded Argus, observed the surroundings, and searched, but still had no gains. The fraudster was not here?

An idea suddenly surged into his heart. If he felt Kiljadan, was it possible that Kiljadan would also feel him? Although when he created this spell, he considered that the legion wizards would never notice him, Kiljadan was different from others after all.

Now he was worried that this was meaningless. He was burning his boats and had no chance of turning back. He let his soul dive towards the jagged crystal mountains below, and found that the corruption of evil energy had penetrated into these mountains, making them fragmented.

A city is located ahead of him, looming above the broken crystal canyon. There are many powerful beings in the city, and any of them can easily destroy his soul.

As he crossed the city's borders, he felt a surge of energy. The city must have been very beautiful once. Its layout follows a complex set of rules, and its arc-shaped structure reminds him of the Delaney buildings in the outer realm, but compared with the unparalleled buildings he saw here, it can only be regarded as dilapidated cottages. The one here is more complicated. The crystal around the building is not a peaceful lavender, but a fearful green.

There are also giant machines for focusing mana here: fel mechas hovering in the wilderness, making roaring sounds, fel warships that have not taken off the air, and lightning spires that pop up from time to time...

In the middle of this magnificent city stands a magnificent palace. There is a huge and ominous existence hidden there, surrounded by a group of slightly smaller beings. The Seal of Argus is about to lead Illidan here. The Demon Hunter thought that was where he was looking for.

His soul passed through the streets as fast as his thoughts, and he tried to slow himself down so that everything could be under control so that he would not stagger because he was too fast.

But at this moment he felt another existence, something lurking nearby and studying him. He stretched his perception to the extreme. There was something there, but he was not very sure. The thing hid in protection like him. A sentinel of a legion? It was impossible. If he was discovered, the demon would have been dispatched to capture him. He forced himself to observe and wait patiently, but nothing happened. It was time to transfer.

He turned his gaze to the projection of the Seal of Argus and began to perform the final stage of the spell. The magic weapon was beating in his hands and absorbing the energy around him. The dark energy began to penetrate into his astral form and led him into the palace. He was closer to the core of the dark maze and felt the breath of more and more fraudsters. He slowed down and the astral form floated lower and lower. Despite taking a lot of precautions, he was still trapped in some kind of terrible energy net. The maze of spells surrounded him and was pouring evil energy into his soul.

The existence he had felt before appeared again. He struggled to find it, but in vain. He cursed. And now it seemed that his soul was floating in front of the fraudster. He was originally trying to find Kiljadan, but he wanted to watch the demon lord from afar, rather than running to the other side to demonstrate.

If you get too close, Kiljadan will definitely find him.

Facing the fate of enslavement or destruction seems to be only a matter of time. He desperately wants to break free from the spell, but he still drifts towards the vast throne hall. At this time, Kilgardan was sitting there, surrounded by his demon slaves. The huge figure of the Lord Ereda was already faintly visible, his whole body was red and burning. The huge wings of bats appeared from his back. His face looked like Draenei who had a mutation, and a pair of burning eyes, and surrounding him was a halo of fearful power.

There is no doubt that Illidan had found the lost world, Argus, and the road to the palace of Kiljadan. Unfortunately, his torch-like gaze had turned to where he was. A twisted smile flashed across the hideous face of the fraudster, and he had already smelled the prey.

Illidan felt the presence that had been watching him before, and it was surrounding him. Even when Kiljadan's eyes were already staring at him with all his attention, he could still feel it, right behind him, or around him.

The fraudster's gaze stopped on him, full of destruction. Then he swept to other places, something attracted his attention from Illidan, which Illidan realized after a moment. The existence that concealed him now pushed him out of the Throne Hall. Only in a moment did he realize that it was something like a holy light, so bright. Just as he noticed it, he heard the throne of Kiljadan like a titan from the Throne Hall, as if the Lord Ereda had also noticed it, or Illidan had slipped under his nose.

The spiritual shackles that bound him were loosened.

‘Get out of here and don’t be caught.’ The voice in his mind disappeared after he finished speaking to him. The teleportation spell suddenly sent him back to the Temple of Darkness.

Illidan's soul stumbled back into his body, and he maintained his balance and almost fell. After observing the surroundings for a while, he realized that he had just left the world in the blink of an eye, but it felt like he had been in prison for ten thousand years.

He did. He survived, and he had found what he needed. He had confirmed Argus' existence, had found the beating heart of the Burning Legion.

"Then now is how to destroy it." Illidan couldn't hide his excitement, and he couldn't help but say it. His mood was as obvious as the smile on his face.

First, the army is needed.

Yilidan was sure that he had this condition and he had countless troops under his command.

The second is how to reach Argus. At least Argus' Seal does not have the ability to teleport the army.
Chapter completed!