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Outside the city gate, a huge battle broke out. Illidan looked down and saw a group of astrologers and Aldo's troops charging towards the demon defenders, and both sides were in a fierce battle.

The battlefield was covered with dust, and the scene became blurred. But through the smoke, he could still glimpse what happened on the battlefield. A blood elf warrior fell in front of a Sartre, and a priest Aldo smashed a demon guard with a dazzling shock of holy light. A group of waiters seemed to be surrounded by a Naru, and in addition to that, there was a Broken Lord, who looked like Akkama.

There are rumors that the guy has disappeared, he has surrendered to the other party, and is even conspiring with Aldo and the leaders of the astrologer to conquer the Dark Temple. It seems that the rumors have been confirmed.

Anger erupted from the demons in Illidan's body, and memories of being imprisoned in the past kept flashing, and he easily suppressed them.

When he saw the attacking troops gathered together, he was still a little angry. Don’t they know what was going on here? They thought they were demon rulers who came to attack the outer world, but in fact they knew nothing.

There was no time left. Illidan reminded himself. He turned around and looked at the demon hunters who were ready to go. They were all the best selected and drawn out of thousands of troops.

"Ilidare." He shouted, spreading his wings and flying, shifting everyone's eyes to himself. This organization is actually a mixed corps, composed of multiple parts, but now the only ones concentrated in front of him are the demon hunters. He has important things to explain, which is more important than polishing the weapons in their hands. "My demon hunters, in order to fight against the Burning Legion that is rampant in all worlds, you are called. But these ignorant mortals..." Yilidan's eyes returned to the battlefield below, a fel energy machine

A had fallen. "But he wants to destroy their saviors." The traitor took a deep breath, landed on the ground, and said viciously: "There is no time, I will deal with these invaders myself. You must enter Madon and regain the key to Sagrit!" Illidan said, and released a long-prepared spell with his left hand, opening a portal at the top of the temple. The demon hunters rushed in without hesitation, "Remember!" Illidan raised his voice, "If you fail, all the worlds will be destroyed!"

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Akama led a small group of people to approach the Karabo Temple.

Around him, demons and followers of the Holy Light were fighting. Behind him, Akama felt Naru's heartbreaking existence. It reminded him of everything he had lost, everything he had betrayed, and everything he wanted to take back since he served for Illidan.

He looked at the eager faces of Azeroth's allies and the trusted expression of the Broken Lord's Defender. He looked at the empty place inside, where there was a part of his soul. He hadn't felt his whole self for a long time. He would rather die than continue to persevere in this way.

Magic guards protect the exit of the sewer. This is the weakest link in the defensive power, and the situation ahead is much worse. Akama releases the spell to open the passage and walks in without looking back. In front of him is the sewer of the Dark Temple, which is connected to a long stone path, and then enters a hall full of elemental creatures and Naga, sent by the Queen of Panya. Somewhere deep, he heard the roar of the high-level Naga Warrior Naintus.

He hopes that the warriors of Azeroth will be ready for battle.

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Illidan was able to kneel on the ground, and the demon hunters had already left, and he had accomplished everything he could do. The action against Marton was crucial. In order to ensure that he was foolproof, he had prepared three support troops for the demon hunters, all of which were elite, which also meant that the defense of the Dark Temple became weaker. The rest was left by himself.

The enemy will come soon

The Grayton Clan had betrayed him, and his servants were now attacking their masters. They must have been planning for a long time.

Illidan used the witchcraft perception to investigate. On the other side of the sewer, Naintus had been killed. His spell used to bind the shadow of Amaka disappeared. Amaka had liberated himself and then liberated his tribe. This old broken man was much cunning than he thought.

Things seemed to get worse and worse. Gurtug Blood Boiled, the evil orc who was highly anticipated by Illidan died. And Talon Blood Demon, he also failed.

Illidan sensed that the enemy was approaching him, step by step, never stopping.

The only thing that can be used to comfort himself is that his demon hunters are stepping towards success step by step. As he expected, the only thing he can do now is to persevere. He will not surrender, nor will his enemies taste pleasure from it. He will never be imprisoned again.

Illidan's consciousness came to the parliamentary hall below, and he found that his parliamentary members had disappeared. The four blood elves had fled here and took away some of the blood elves guards. The betrayer was not furious. He had expected it and did not intend to stop it. It was meaningless. He knew betrayal better than anyone else, and he did not care about the final choice of these people.

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The passage to the top of the temple stood in front of Akama, and was still sealed at this moment. Before coming here, they had just passed a few hard battles that were fought every minute. From the perfume-filled garden to the magnificent apartment, there were broken bodies left. Now, in front of Akama, there was a huge black gate, and Illidan was casting evil magic behind the door.

The adventurers of Azeroth were waiting to see what he planned to do.

"The only thing left between us and Illidan is this issue. Stand open, friends." He studied the sealing technique that blocked their journey to the top of the temple, which was composed of multiple intertwined spell forces.

He needs to break it.

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Illidan realized that the seal had expired, and the door to the top of the temple had opened. Akkama actually broke the seal so quickly, and his power was indeed different. During his time for Illidan, he learned a lot, including how to use counter-spells against his master's magic. Illidan's wings wrapped around his body, and the final battle in his life was approaching. He was using this last moment to meditate, and soon he could not continue to observe the progress of Illidan.

With fear, Akama came to the top of the temple. Even now, it is still impossible to say that they will definitely win. Although Akama's tribe members have helped him open the door to the temple and welcomed the warriors of Azeroth in, the betrayers may still have some way to turn the tide.

Akama carefully observed the betrayer who was half kneeling. He held a skull in his hand, and seemed to have not realized that the person who ended him had arrived. But Illidan was waiting for his enemies to come in, and he was not afraid of the opponent's numerical advantage. The power he could use made him look as if nothing had happened.

Illidan observed the army in front of him, and Akama stood on their side. Illidan still couldn't believe that this old broken man had successfully defeated all his brave servants and broke free from all the shackles prepared for him.

Anger surged into Illidan's heart, and he stared at Akkama fiercely, showing contempt. "Akkama, your two-faced swords did not surprise me. I should have killed you and your deformed compatriots long ago."

Hearing the vicious voice of Illidan, Akama retreated a little, and after a moment he cheered up and said, "We are going to end your rule, Illidan! My people, and the entire foreign land, will be free again!"

"Well said, but it makes no sense."

"The time has come, and I finally waited for this moment!"

Illidan glared at the Brokener and his tragic allies, "You are seeking death!" A strong druid turned into a bear form and stood out from the crowd, roaring provocatively, surrounded by protective spells.

‘The same existence as my brother?’ The betrayer raised the Essinos blade and rushed over. ‘How dare he laugh at me in this way?’

Illidan's first round of attacks was fast and decisive. Before the enemy who was good at healing could react, the druid was cut to the ground by him. Wild joy flowed through Illidan's blood vessels, and every kill made him ecstatic, especially when he saw a druid fall, it made him feel extremely happy.

Akama had to admit that the betrayer was extremely brave in the battle. The allies who challenged the kings of the outer realms were all the most elite warriors of Azeroth, and he was also trying his best to support them, but they fell one by one. Illidan was still fighting like a trapped beast, obviously he wanted to pull as many as possible before he died. What's worse, his bloodthirsty nature was promising, which was likely to end with his victory.

"Come on, my servants, let this traitor pay the price!" Illidan shouted.

Akama found that reinforcements loyal to the betrayer were approaching, and if the other party arrived, they would encircle them from the rear to attack Illidan.

Akama shouted, "I'll deal with these scum! Attack, friends! Attack on Illidan!"

He turned around and left the battle to deal with the evil orcs and Nagas who had arrived. His allies now had to face Illidan alone.

A paladin slammed down with a shiny war hammer and landed on the ground in front of Illidan, and the broken stones flew everywhere. He jumped into the air, slapped his wings vigorously, and observed his attackers.

Lightning arrows slashed at Illidan from the ground. A brave mage used frost magic to try to delay his movements, and the air began to cool down. Illidan sent a dark barrage to him, pouring down like raindrops and ravaging the mage's flesh and blood, causing him to let out a miserable howl.

It was time to show these guys the true meaning of power. He threw his double blades to both ends of the temple and began to summon the power inside them. "You gangs of mobs can't hurt me a hair! Let the flames of Essinos devour you!"

Two elements with green flames responded to his summons and jumped out of the battle blade. A fel chain connected them with their respective weapons and rushed towards the adventurers of Azeroth.

The attackers' attention was distracted, and Illidan used this time to recover his energy. Those people used all kinds of ways to attack his fire element. In order to overcome the burning flame element, another warrior of Azezis fell.

Illidan gathered his last strength, and he fell down, was in the center of the attacker, and once again began to use the power of evil energy. The evil energy surrounds his body, shrouds him in dark protective spells, transforming him into a demonic form, tall and burly, unstoppable. The tattoos all over his body emitted strange purple lights. He launched a fierce attack, turning his enemies into ashes with flames, burning their bodies, blood and souls.

A warrior hidden under the protection spell charged him, and his weapons were raised high. Illidan attacked him, and the warrior was knocked down. More and more spells kept pounding on Illidan. He poured part of his will into the shadows around his body, and launched a shadow impact on the attackers, trapping them in the shadow cage.

Then a moment of silence appeared, and Illidan withstood the storm-like attack. He stood up straight, stared at his opponents, and said, "Is this the only skill you have? This is all your ability?"

Suddenly, a cold and familiar voice echoed on the top of the temple: "Their anger is nothing compared to mine."

Illidan raised his head, and a familiar figure stood there, wearing a sharp stalker. He was very familiar with the armor, and he also knew the round blade. He heard the arrogant voice and the posture that contained it. There was no doubt that it was Mavie Shadow Song. Anger was boiling in his heart. During this period, he had always held her in his palm, but he did not kill her, because he also wanted Mavie to taste the pain of being imprisoned for ten thousand years, and now she appeared here. Memories of long imprisonment emerged again. "Mavie? How is this possible!"

However, he already knew the answer. Akama, he released Mavie. Why not? The broken man had betrayed him and naturally had to use all his strength to deal with him.

Mavie's face hiding behind the helmet showed a cruel smile, "Ah! My long-term hunting is finally over. Today, justice will be finally fulfilled!"

The warden rushed forward with a quick step, and the sharp blade in his hand rotated rapidly. Illidan tried to block her, and shadows attacked her, waves of flames swept towards her. However, her armor protected her, allowing her to approach her safely. She launched a fierce attack on the betrayer. Illidan raised his weapon to block it. They used force to each other and stood still for a moment. At this moment, Mavi felt his burning anger and the suppressed hatred for thousands of years.

Akama's allies fought, with swords raised high, spells flying, and the sound of weapons hitting each other. Illidan slashed fiercely at them, dodging left and right to avoid their attacks. He countered their spells, but his power was exhausted step by step, and his steps became shaking. The warriors of Azeroth were reluctant to catch him.

Mavie had only her prey in his eyes. She knew equally well that this was the last confrontation between them, and that one of them would not be able to leave here alive. She remembered Nasha, her adjutant, buried by Illidan in the grave of Sargeras, and the days when she was imprisoned, which further aroused her desire for justice.

Mavi and Illidan's weapons were flashing between lightning and flashing, and their sight could not be traced. Every attack by Mavi brought her to victory. Illidan's demonic body was completely restrained by her sharp blade, and she was about to win. She could tell from his expression that he knew this very well.

The ending is here.

Her sharp blade hit the target, slashed his ribs, pierced his flesh and blood, and penetrated his heart. His lips were twisted out of arrogant ridicule, and fell to the ground with severe pain.

"It's over, you're defeated," Mavie said.

The severe pain in his chest tormented him and was about to burst. He knew that she was right, and his deadline was coming. All the efforts, battles, and planning over the years were declared to be over.

Illidan gasped, his eyes began to blur, and intertwined with his memory.

A battle blade escaped.

When he broke free from prison and met his brother, Malfurion faced him and said cruelly: "This is the price of your evil deeds, and you deserve it!"

What kind of brothers would imprison their brothers and feet for ten thousand years? Malfurion believed that he was a demon, a puppet of the Burning Legion.

The other hand also lost the weight of the weapon.

In the dark dungeon, Tyrande stood there, as bright as the moonlight, as beautiful as before. Time left no trace on her. She was still tall, with faint violet skin and blue hair. She met his gaze, and the expression on her face began to become indescribable. Is this regret? Or regret? He may never know the answer. Illidan felt like a knife was twisted.

"The Burning Legion is back, Illidan, your tribe needs you again."

After wasting such a long and ten thousand years, there was no apology or regret that greeted him, just this sentence. She was once an accomplice of his imprisonment, but now she needs his help.

Illidan slowly turned his head, his body was not retiring enough to make him feel pain. Mavie appeared in his sight again. The Watcher was holding the blade at him.

Illidan looked at her and felt a fleeting sympathy for her. This woman had been hunting herself for so long, just like he was about the Burning Legion. Illidan seemed to see herself standing in front of her. If the Legion was defeated one day, how would he exist? No one would accept him, his lover, or his relatives. No matter what great achievements he made, he would not be recognized by them.

Maybe dying now is not a bad thing, death can help him forget everything.

Thinking of this, Illidan showed a smile on his lips. He won this battle!

He said the last sentence from his mouth with difficulty: "You won, Mavie. But... a hunter without a goal... nothing. Leaving... I... you nothing."

The darkness swallowed him. In an instant he saw a vision of the past: he was arguing with Senarius. Tyrande stood behind her, and then... sighed heavily at him now.

Then the entire universe returned to darkness.
Chapter completed!