Chapter 772 24. The Arrival of Death

"Malfurion! Wake up! Tyrande needs you!"

The completely demonized Illidan swung his double blades and easily cut off the weapon pierced into Malfurion's body amidst the Naga corpses all over the ground, and took the weak archdruid from the steel frame. Coming down, he held him in his arms and patted Malfurion on the cheek, trying to wake his brother up.

However, at this moment, the sinister laughter of Queen Azshara, who had been pinned to the center of the battlefield, suddenly sounded on the battlefield:

"Wake up! Malfurion! Wake up... N'Zoth's lackey!"

When he heard this, Illidan's first reaction was to throw the archdruid in his arms, but...it was too late.

"puff"

A crystal dagger composed entirely of dark red nightmare power pierced Illidan's abdomen. The moment it pierced the demon hunter's body, the extremely concentrated nightmare power began to spread across Illidan's body, dark red like Lines of flames like ashes quickly spread out from Illidan's body, like a spider's web.

"ah!"

Illidan let out a cry of pain. He staggered away from Malfurion and backed away in the water, but after walking a few steps, his demonized state was forcibly removed, and the violent fel energy and corrosive void surrounded him. The crazily fighting in his body made him unable to maintain his demonization, but fortunately, in the demon war two months ago, Illidan swallowed the demon soul of the dreaded demon king Bainholle alive, which made him weak for thousands of years. It was relieved a lot, and he would not be completely unconscious under this blow.

But even so, the situation facing Illidan is very bad...

In front of him, Malfurion stood up with a stiff body like a marionette, his eyes were dark red in horror, a strange will was manipulating this body, but from his struggling expression, it could be seen that, Under the extreme weakness, the archdruid was still fighting against the nightmare in his heart.

However, after N'Zoth's lackey, Nightmare King Xavius ​​realized that he could not corrode the will of the Archdruid at all, this monster who hated Malfurion directly asked him help from the master.

N'Zoth... The terrifying will of the Old God interfered with Malfurion's soul. Even though N'Zoth was only the weakest of the Old Gods, his indescribable soul was still like the Archdruid. Mortals can't look directly at it, and can't get close to it.

"There is no peace at all..."

Holding two dark red nightmare daggers in both hands, Malfurion approached Illidan stiffly. He said in a strange tone:

"That's just a boring fantasy of mortals... Join us, my dear brother, you will be favored by the nameless god, and you will get... gifts and rewards!"

Between the strange sounds, vines dotted with nightmare crystals like fiery red ash rolled out from under the icy tide, and the vines with strong mental disturbance wounded the seriously injured Illidan. Trapped in it, Malfurion stood in front of Illidan with the Nightmare Dagger in his hand. The moment a strange smile appeared on his face, two crystal-like daggers stabbed Illidan fiercely in front of him.

"clang"

At this critical juncture, a rapidly spinning holy silver bullet accurately hit the dagger in Malfurion's hand. The holy silver's restraint against all evil made the dagger bounce with dancing flames, and Mafa Leo's stab was interrupted, and less than a second later, another bullet also hit the other dagger.

On the position 2000 meters away, Shandris stood there, holding a black sniper rifle, her long hair dancing in the air, and at that critical moment, she saved Illidan.

And the experienced demon hunter didn't waste the opportunity his niece created for him. He moved his fingers, and the two warblades of Azzinoth that had been inserted into the ground in the tide swirled up, wrapping around his body. Illidan took a deep breath and mobilized the last evil energy in his body. Between the flapping of the wings on his back, he flew up crookedly. After gliding for a few seconds, he was like a bird with broken wings. same, turned over and fell into Felwood Forest.

This must-kill scene was interrupted, which made Queen Azshara, who was waiting to see a revenge drama, very dissatisfied. She raised her finger and pointed at Shandris Feather Moon who destroyed everything:

"Good hunter...and your toy gun!"

"boom"

Strange magic entangled in the sniper rifle in Shandris' hands. The next moment, the gun made by the master craftsman was like a bomb that was detonated. As the flame burst out, Shandris let out a scream, and the whole body Everyone was thrown flying, and the blood exploded on Shandris' body, making the poor girl look extremely miserable.

"Santis!"

Tyrande saw that her daughter was seriously injured. She swung her war bow and was about to rush towards Queen Azshara, but was blocked by another black shadow falling from the sky.

In the light of Transfiguration, Malfurion, who was controlled by the nightmare, stared at his wife with dark red eyes, as if looking at a stranger.

He still maintains the natural form of the archdruid, with the antlers on his forehead, the wings on his arms, and the claw-like horns, but unfortunately, all these natural creations have shown signs of being corrupted by nightmares , On Malfurion's horns, there are dark red nightmare crystals growing, just like the crown blessed by Nightmare.

Queen Azshara looked at the nightmare creation in front of her with some satisfaction. She stretched out her fingers and stroked the cracked cheek of Malfurion like a statue. She said to Tyrande, who was full of endless sadness and pain in front of her eyes. :

"Your daughter is dying, and your lover can't escape being corrupted by nightmares, and look at your husband, how elegant he is like this, you know? Those bastards gave him a new name, I It sounds good..."

"They called him...Malfurion the Defiler."

Azshara let out a joyful laugh, she patted Malfurion on the shoulder, and said to Tyrande in front of her:

"Look, little Tyrande, I have found you a good opponent, either you kill him and protect your people, or he kills you and corrupts everything with nightmares, but either way, let me see When it comes to a tragedy of a husband and wife killing each other, I like this kind of tragedy so much, it suits you...betrayer!"

"certainly..."

The figure of Queen Azshara disappeared from the battlefield in the flash of arcane magic, but her cold voice still echoed on the battlefield:

"Of course you can try to wake him up, with love, or something, before he kills you and all your soldiers... let me see, little Tyrande, let me see, Just how great is the love between you... Or rather, it's not worth mentioning at all!"

"Honestly, I'm looking forward to..."

Tyrande could ignore Azshara's malice, but she couldn't ignore her husband who had fallen into a nightmare in front of her. She clenched the white feather war bow in her hand, and looked at Malfurion with an indifferent expression in front of her. Tooth, whispered:

"Malfurion, tell me...it's not true!"

"hum"

In the light of Transfiguration, Malfurion responded to Tyrande with practical actions. The huge one in front of him, wearing the armor of nightmare vines, exuded dark red nightmare power from his whole body, like a war bear of a giant demon bear, With those dark red eyes full of murderous intent, he shattered all illusions of Tyrande.

At this moment, no matter how powerful the Priestess of the Moon is, she can no longer bear all this.

Tears of pain and despair fell from Tyrande's eyes. She begged Elune to give her guidance like countless times before, but before the prayer was finished, Malfurion, the crazy nightmare bear, rushed up .

This time, even if Tyrande didn't want to...she had to fight.

Husband and wife kill each other... Behind this terrible tragedy lies a future of civilization, and Tyrande has to make a choice, because she is the leader, because she represents the will of the Kaldorei.

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The two most important people in Illidan Stormrage's life were killing each other, but Illidan could only wait to die silently in the withered dark valley of Felwood.

This demon hunter, who was murdered by his only relative, lay in a miserable posture in a cluster of icy sewage, his demonized wings had already dissipated, and on the wound on his abdomen, the dark red nightmare force was eroding His body and will.

Along the stabbed wound, the spider web-like nightmare kept flickering in the darkness, just like cooling magma. The essence of this thing is the most corrosive void among the six basic forces. If there is enough The fel energy against it, maybe Illidan can escape the end of being corrupted into a nightmare lackey, but the problem is that he can't get enough energy to replenish.

Illidan Stormrage was imprisoned in the Vault of the Watchers for 10,000 years. During these 10,000 years, he relied on his own will to fight against the sealed demon soul in his body. No matter how determined Illidan was, the battle of will It was also very tragic. Ten thousand years had already exhausted his energy. Although he immediately found a dreadlord to "recharge his energy" after being released, the long-term weakness gave Illidan a great appetite , the demon soul of a dreadlord lord, is not enough.

What's more terrible is that the demon soul of Bain Huller, who was sealed in Illidan's body, also started to resist when the host was weak...

This is the most criticized part of the demon hunter profession. They rely on the demon souls in their bodies to fight against evil energy. Before the demon souls are exhausted, demon hunters can continue to fight like war machines. Sometimes, the soul of the demon in the body will reversely occupy the will of the demon hunter, and they call it the "inner demon".

The war between demon hunters and demons will never end, they complement each other, unless the host is completely dead, and there is only one way for demon hunters to pursue power, which is to constantly hunt for powerful demons and seal them in their bodies, but The greater the number of demon souls, the greater the pressure on the will of the demon hunter. In the end, the hunter's will will be defeated by the demon's will... This is almost an unchangeable future.

In other words, once you set foot on this road, you are rushing all the way towards the future of destruction, and you can no longer turn back.

Illidan is the most powerful demon hunter, and the number of demon souls sealed in his body is astonishing, which means that when he is weak, the pressure he has to bear is more than ten times that of other demon hunters.

And now, he can't hold on anymore...

Flickers of flames of fel energy flickered across Illidan's body, which represented that Illidan's control over the fel energy was rapidly weakening. According to this situation, before Illidan was corrupted by the nightmare, he would be destroyed Demon's Soul was the first to be defeated and became a complete demon.

However, at the moment when the gloomy laughter of the dreaded demon king appeared in Illidan's mind, and he didn't know it was an auditory hallucination, a child's voice suddenly appeared in the demon hunter's ear.

"Arzeus, right there! I see him! God, he's so ugly!"

Illidan got the purest fel energy from Sargeras 10,000 years ago. As a price, he sacrificed his rare amber eyes. In the legend of the elves, those eyes represent terrible potential. Because the last elf with amber eyes was named Azshara!

Although after sacrificing his eyes, the demon hunter can still perceive demons through ghost vision, and it becomes more convenient than before, but after all, he is completely blind, so Illidan can't see the surrounding environment, he can only rely on super senses , in this chaotic state of mind, he could barely feel that a strange soul was approaching him.

It seemed to be a ghost representing death, but she had the warmth of the holy light on her body, and beside that little ghost, there was also a weird beast spirit, life and death coexisted in a balanced posture, for seeing For the well-informed Illidan, he can easily judge that the spirit of the beast is transforming from the accumulation of pure life energy to the aggregation of death energy. I don't know which genius came up with it. idea...

"boom"

Yuna, the little ghost riding behind Arceus, the soul shepherd, jumped onto the ground. She looked around furtively, then grabbed her wand, and cautiously walked towards Illidan who was lying there in a state of embarrassment and unable to move. , when she approached Illidan at a distance of 3 meters, Illidan suddenly warned with a hoarse voice:

"Don't come any closer! Kid...I might...hurt you."

"Oh, you're still alive!"

Regarding this warning, Yuna said something nonchalantly, then walked to Illidan, squatted there, looked curiously at the wound on Illidan's abdomen, the little ghost squinted his eyes, and looked at the dark red cloth wrapped around his face. Illidan, she whispered:

"Hey! The cloth strips on your eyes are exactly the same as Grandpa Drek'Thar's! Are you blind too?"

Illidan didn't know how to respond to these words...According to his usual habits, if he dared to say such words, he would definitely be hacked to death by him, but the problem is, this is obviously just an inexperienced child. The mighty Illidari High Lord, does he still have to argue with a child?

So Illidan simply shut up, responding to the weird little ghost in front of him with silence.

Seeing that Illidan didn't speak, Yuna scratched her hair a little irritably. She stood up, crossed her hips, and said to Illidan:

"Hey! That bad woman of Zela told me, let me save you once, and then she won't bother me anymore... So I will save you, but you have to promise me that Tyrion won't know about it, He hates Zela the most... If he knows that I made a deal with that bad woman, Zela, he will be very angry."

"Hey, blind man, do you agree?"