Chapter 897 Desire for Evil Energy

A knight who protects a princess sounds beautiful, doesn't it?

Unfortunately, Tyrande was destined to be unable to return this feeling.

In the emotional world, she had already sentenced Illidan to death. Illidan, an apostate, could not be her partner who believed in nature and the way of Elune.

Biting her lower lip gently, Tyrande's breathing was extremely rapid. She knew that with a little hint from her, an extremely powerful hero would become the fighting force of the night elves.

Can she do it?

Malfurion, who also loved her, was still watching.

She can only remain silent!

Silence was her answer - she wanted Illidan's fighting power but was unwilling to make any personal commitments.

Illidan smiled!

He stretched his muscles, then walked to the room not far away where his unique weapons were stored, and took out the extremely famous [Double Blade of Azzinoth] in later generations.

There are two double-headed swords in the shape of a green crescent. Although they have special shapes, they are classified as one-handed swords.

This set of legendary weapons was originally the weapon of Azzinoth, an officer of the Eredar Doom Guard of the Burning Legion. Before the Cataclysm of the War of the Ancients, Azzinoth was killed by an egg. Illidan stole Azzinoth's weapons, and thousands of years later, Illidan could wield them even more skillfully than the Warglaive's old owner.

Its biggest feature is its insane attack speed. When the special effects of the war blade are triggered, the whole person is like a tornado, and no one can be seen at all. Even a thumb-thick piece of sashimi or an egg can attack in one second. The bell is evenly cut into hundreds of pieces for you to see.

Not to mention the enemies!

Picking up a pair of [Double Blades of Azzinoth] is like automatically learning [Lying Corpse Sword Technique]. When a gust of wind passes, the enemies will all lie down.

Regardless of whether Malfurion thought it was cool or not, if Duke were here, Illidan's action of crossing his swords behind him would be so cool.

"Okay! What do you want me to do?"

"I heard that the vanguard of the Burning Legion is using a magic weapon called [Skull of Gul'dan] to pollute Felwood. Malfurion and I are going to awaken more sleeping druids. Can you please go and purify it first?" Felwood?"

"no problem!"

So, Illidan rushed to Felwood with more than a hundred archers and huntresses.

Free air... doesn't taste very good.

Because what was echoing in the sky over Felwood was the smell he was extremely familiar with ten thousand years ago—the smell of demons.

The night elves around him couldn't understand Illidan's thoughts. They simply followed Tyrande's orders and followed Illidan.

"Weak...weak...too weak." Illidan said to himself.

"My lord, what are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about me, and I'm talking about you..."

"Ah!" The huntress captain immediately blushed and raised the spinning blade in her hand: "I have been trained for two thousand years..."

She was talking, but Illidan wasn't listening. His thoughts have returned to the ancient war ten thousand years ago.

It was an era where demons danced wildly, and it was also an era where strong men emerged in large numbers.

The sky is filled with powerful dragons, but even the dragons that cover the sky and the sun are still unable to withstand the terrifying offensive of the Burning Legion.

As the War of the Ancients grew more intense, the wrath of the Burning Legion nearly drove the people to despair.

Even today, the flying dragon, regarded as the most powerful existence by these new generation night elves, still keeps falling from the sky like dumplings.

In that battle, Illidan desperately tried to stop the army attacking Black Crow Fortress. He kept using [Mana Burn], a terrifying skill that did not even spare friendly troops.

After burning out the mana in the body, those demons were just big targets, Illidan always thought so.

Compared with the efficiency of killing enemies, the moon guard on his side is worthless if he loses his mana and even his life. Unfortunately, because of his excessive fighting style, he was removed from the leadership position of the mage army.

The blow made him angrier.

Eventually, Illidan left the night elves, but he followed a completely different path than his brother. He believed that arcane magic had no advantage in war, so he instead tried to understand and control the power of demons. To this end, Illidan chose the most direct method: pretending to join the Burning Legion.

Sargeras himself was very satisfied with this. He personally injected powerful power into Illidan through the portal, but this also made Illidan understand a desperate fact-the legions attacking Azeroth were just a drop in the ocean. , in the countless broken worlds of the Twisting Nether, there are still more hungry demon armies than the stars, and more incalculable.

What's even scarier is that demons cannot be killed outside the Twisting Nether. Unless their souls can be destroyed, their souls will return to the void and will soon be reunited with a body. After learning this horrific truth, Illidan played Infernal Affairs more smoothly.

Ten thousand years of imprisonment made Illidan extremely weak.

An instinctive hunger kept tormenting him in his body. Just like the orcs who were once controlled by the demonic blood of the abyss lord Mannoroth, the evil demonic power has a powerful addiction that is difficult for outsiders to understand.

His breathing became rapid, and his perception became blurred, but an object became clearer in his vision. It was a cluster of black light pillars that could not be detected by the night elves around him. Only those who have received the power of demons can Only by its existence can you clearly see the light pillar!

"You work as a small team, disperse and hunt the demons in the forest, and return here to gather at sunset." Illidan dismissed the sentry who didn't want to be around him in the first place.

Just ten seconds later, Illidan turned his head to the left and spoke coldly: "Come out! My eyes are blind, but the demon fire in my eye sockets allows me to see everything I should see."

right!

That was one of the consequences of playing Infernal Affairs ten thousand years ago. The demon king Sargeras personally destroyed his eyes. After burning away all the muscles in the eye sockets and even exposing part of the skull at the edge, two evil energies appeared in his eye sockets instead...

The power of the same sect and origin cannot be hidden from each other at all.

A death knight with pale hair and wearing heavy black skeleton armor appeared from behind the big tree. The rune giant sword in his hand exuded the supreme evil light, which made Illidan subconsciously use the [Double Blade of Azzinoth]. ] Mentioned it in hand.

"You! Who!?" Illidan asked.

"Death Knight Arthas Menethil! King of the Kingdom of Lordaeron across the Endless Sea! His Majesty the Lich King's most loyal servant!"

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ps, the cold is starting to go away.