Chapter 909 Humph!

With an ordinary kill, the demon's soul can easily return to the Twisting Nether. As long as you hold on to it, it will be resurrected immediately.

But the fight between demons is a bit bad!

In particular, the opponent actually possesses the power from the origin of Sargeras...

"No, no, no! Don't kill me! Don't..." Above his heart that was bleeding with stinky black blood, Tichondrius's soul, as big as a small doll, begged bitterly.

It's just that Illidan, who turned into a black demon, showed a cruel smile that looked more like a demon than the Dreadlord.

"Rather than letting you go, I'm more eager to see your eternal death. Hehe! Hehehehehe!" In the ferocious laughter of a night owl, Illidan crushed the heart of the leader of the Dreadlord.

Then, in an instant, he only used his left hand to punch countless times at the kneeling body of the Dread Lord!

The surging impact full of dark power easily blasted this body that made countless creatures tremble to pieces!

The next moment, a black light shot into the sky.

The innocent souls who had been killed and imprisoned by Tichondrius began to escape from their soul cages and dispersed in all directions.

Illidan doesn't care at all.

Even after changing back into the form of a night elf, he was still enjoying it.

Enjoy the supreme pleasure of powerful power flowing through every inch of blood in your body.

He laughed loudly, holding the broken heart high, and let the blood of the Dread Lord pour on his head, face, and into his mouth.

He wanted to taste the sweetness of victory.

Experience this crazy killing carefully until...

"Illidan?" The sudden exclamation made Illidan freeze up. He couldn't believe his ears.

right!

He's so crazy!

So selfless!

Not even Tyrande and Malfurion, as well as the sentries and druids they brought with them, came to this destroyed battlefield.

At least four figures of his fellow night elves witnessed his transformation from a demon back into a night elf.

That's right!

Illidan could ignore the looks of all his compatriots, because from the day they pronounced him guilty and put him in prison ten thousand years ago, in his heart, they were no longer his compatriots.

However, he couldn't ignore Tyrande's eyes that changed from concern to loss to sadness.

"Tyrande, I...I...I..." I said the word 'I' three times in a row. I really wanted to say, "I'm not wrong. I'm doing this all for you, Tyrande." But in the end, Illidan chose silence.

At this time, all excuses will be useless nonsense.

The arrogance hidden in his heart did not allow him to bow to anyone, even Tyrande Whisperwind, whom he had always loved.

He held his head high and looked directly at Tyrande.

He told her with his eyes - yes! This is my way! I am not wrong!

Illidan gave Tyrande the power of choice.

Tyrande's slim body was trembling, and she was the one who urged the release of Illidan against all odds. In order to rescue Illidan, she even killed Maiev Shadowsong's men, and had a huge disagreement with the night elf hero.

But how did Illidan repay her for her salvation?

Willing to fall!

Use the power of the devil again!

Stronger and crazier than ever!

Even if his starting point was to help her, he even killed an obviously very powerful Dread Lord for this purpose.

It's a pity that the law is intolerable. If he is indulged and allowed to continue to stay in the clan, it will be the collapse of the entire night elves' ruling order.

Gritting his teeth, with tears in his eyes, and with anger, Tyrande suddenly raised his head, and his clear voice echoed throughout Felwood.

"Illidan Stormrage! Although you obeyed my orders, Tyrande Whisperwind, the High Priest of the Temple of the Moon, to clear out the demons in Felwood and kill a dreadlord, you failed me. Your trust violates the natural teachings of the night elves and uses the evil power of demons wantonly."

Tyrande took a step forward: "Eight thousand years ago, our final decision was to banish our fellow highborne elves who also abused magical power, and to Dath'Remar and others who refused to obey the will of Elune and Cenarius. .So, even though you have a heart to serve the world, we cannot accept your actions and methods."

Tyrande took another step forward: "As a high priest, I hereby sentence - you Illidan Stormrage - to be sentenced to exile! Once you are hostile to the night elves on the battlefield, we will give you A merciless blow! Are you convinced by this verdict!?"

It is impossible to describe Illidan's feelings at this moment.

Did you have any hope?

Desperate again?

Unwilling to be restrained?

Follow your heart?

Maybe, everything.

However, Illidan knew that the once beautiful childhood and youth were gone forever.

And in this life, he is destined to never get Tyrande's love.

However, he has no regrets.

For Tyrande's answer, he only had one word -

"snort!"

Is it disdain?

Is it contempt?

Is it a counterattack?

Or something else?

Nobody knows.

Among the more than a thousand elite elves, the last thing they saw was a figure as unruly as a lone wolf.

No one knows whether it will be the birth of a new legend or the beginning of a terrifying legend.

Seeing the former powerful night elf and the high priest's childhood sweetheart leaving the night elves in this way, every elf's heart was filled with strange feelings.

Illidan left.

With a large army, Tyrande walked on the forest road, which was the road to Mount Hyjal.

"Malfurion, I..."

Before she could finish speaking, she was interrupted by Malfurion: "You are not wrong! Your intention was good, and you gave him a chance, but he didn't cherish it."

Tyrande was silent.

Malfurion continued: "There is no time to be sentimental. According to the prophet's prediction, the main force of the Burning Legion will land in three days at most. The night elves can only look forward now."

"Um."

"Yes, I heard that you have met that Duke?"

"That was... fifteen years ago. The former guardian Aegwynn asked me to help because he called me through Alexstrasza, and I couldn't refuse."

The three great dragon guardians, Alexstrasza, Ysera and Nozdormu, can be regarded as the supernumerary guardian gods of the night elves.

One gave them the World Tree.

One that allows them to soar into the Emerald Dream.

Another gave them eternal life.

As long as it does not violate Elune's will, the night elves will rarely refuse their call.

"No, Tyrande, what I'm concerned about is, what kind of person is Duke Marcus, the commander of the alliance?"

"A human genius, a person who can create miracles." Tyrande gave a very high evaluation without hesitation.