Illidan was a resolute man, like a hunter who was always on the hunt, not doing anything superfluous, and when necessary, he could ruthlessly abandon his useless companions.

Before the catastrophe of Mount Hyjal began, Illidan secretly made a deal with the Sun King of Quel'Salas, in which Kael'thas provided Illidan with enough "trainees" with a strong demon addiction to help Illidan re-form his own Illidare, a dedicated army to hunt demons, and Illidan needed to give some of his "private collections" to the Sun King.

In the aftermath of the Cataclysm in Kadore, this activity was carried out in secret with the tacit approval of Lady Tyrande, the goddess of war of the Dark Moon, whose temperament had changed dramatically due to the loss of her family and people, and in a valley in the Hyjal Mountains, Illidan was given a base dedicated to training demon hunters.

And although the several batches of demon addiction elves sent by Kael'thas are all Sindra elves, not Quel'Salas High Elves, the exiles of this group of upper-class elven remnants are not strong-willed, and their combat skills are also a mess, and the quality is uneven, which is completely inconsistent with Illidan's attitude of demon hunter recruits, but fortunately, there are a large number of exiles, and listening to Kael'thas, if Illidan still needs more "trainees", he can also find a way to send them to Illidan.

Especially at the end of the first trade, when a third of the bottles of strange liquid glittering with pure magic were delivered to the Sun King, several ministers in the court of Quel'Salas who were opposed to this cruel and inhumane trade no longer objected, so a high elf slave hunting team sneaked to the edge of the Broken Isles, the upper elf city called Sulama.

Now, years have passed, and the first batch of Illidare's Demon Hunter recruits who have passed the terrifying and brutal recruit training have begun to carry out various hunting missions within Azeroth, and the Illidare's Legion of Illidan has also begun to make a name for itself in the Azeroth civilization circle.

Of course, this is not Illidan's purpose, the purpose of this demon hunter has never changed, he wants to really destroy the Burning Legion, which is a very difficult mission, but Illidan resolutely carries it, and is trying all kinds of ways to weaken the strength of the Legion.

"Lord Illidan!"

When Illidan, dressed in the quaint robes of the Night Elves, stepped out of the temporary portal, Oturis, who was guarding the portal. The sufferer bowed respectfully, and Illidan's followers had great respect for the chief, and it was because they had experienced the same hardships that they really knew how heavy the pressure Illidan was carrying, and they understood better than those who evaluated what Illidan had done with colored glasses, and how difficult and glorious the path of the leader was walking.

"How?"

Wearing a robe, Illidan looked like a blind Night Elf elf, the robe perfectly concealed the green magic patterns on Illidan's body, and without entering the demonic transformation state, the most powerful demon hunter in Azeroth could freely control the flow of evil energy in his body.

After all, a good hunter cannot be discovered in advance by his prey, and the more powerful the demon hunter, the more he knows how to hide himself.

Only those recruits who can't control their power well will make people see their identity at a glance This is why, the casualty rate of demon hunter recruits has always been amazing, the most cunning demons are always hiding in the crowd, these reckless recruits are not qualified demon hunters until they learn to hide their hatred, the more anxious they are to slash and kill demons, the more they will fall into the trap of those cunning demons.

In the face of Illidan's inquiry, Auturis, who was also wearing elven-style robes and concealed himself well, whispered:

"I have submitted a written request to Ms. Vihari, and the busy Grand Garrison has agreed to take time out to meet with you, and it is clear that the Grand Garrison values us."

"Of course she has to pay attention!"

Illidan turned his head from side to side, and in the Draenei harbor on the shores of the borean tundra coast, he scoffed at the defense of the place:

"You smell it too, right, Otulris"

"Look at this place, it only maintains a superficial order, but it has been infiltrated into a sieve by demons, and I don't even need to open my ghost vision to smell the stench of evil energy that permeates this port and this city! As long as the Draenei woman wasn't crazy, she knew what to do, but then again, the demons really value the Draenei! ”

Illidan's forehead wrinkled, and he picked up a few stones at hand, tossed them in his hand, and said to his subordinates behind him:

"There are more hidden demons in this city than in any other city in the world, and there are also demons of no lower rank, and I have a hunch that something will happen here soon, something not so good."

"Huh"

Illidan swiped his hand, and the sharp stone whistled out like a cannonball, smashing off the helmet of a Draenei guard patrolling the harbor docks, and the evil aura on the stone completely erased the disguise of the Draenei, so that under the surprised gaze of the surrounding guards, the Nasrezm infiltrator who had been hiding here for months appeared

And the next moment, the Nasrezm Demon, who was still confused, was slashed to the ground by the weapons of the Paladin Guards who rushed up, and with the stones in Illidan's hand constantly flying, the dozen or so lurkers hidden on the dock were all pulled out in just a dozen seconds.

"Huh."

Illidan "looked" at the terrified dockmaster beside him, straightened his robe, patted the dust off his hands, and whispered to the bewildered hoofgirl:

"No thanks"

With that, Illidan marched out with his followers, and behind him, the entire docklands, were placed under martial law by the hasty contingent of garrisons at the sound of a sharp whistle.

"By the way, Orturis, how are the recruits I asked you to teach lately?"

While heading to the Draenei barracks, Illidan suddenly asked:

"Especially that Kane. Sunfury, the young man who came to us and asked to join us, has he discovered his potential? ”

This question made Oturis, who had been following Illidan for the longest time, hesitate for a moment, and he said to his leader with a frown:

"Kane has trained very hard, his progress is obvious to all, he is almost the most outstanding of this batch of recruits, the others are also very impressive, especially Alayly, that little girl showed tenacity and potential that surprised me too, Jace, Covas and Saiana are also very good newcomers, overall, the recruits you are following are very likely to grow to the extent we need them in a few years, but my lord"

Otulis lowered his voice:

"Kane. Sunrage, this young High Elf has a complicated background, and I, I don't recommend that you pay too much attention to him, although he never mentions his past, but according to what I have found out privately, his father is a real dangerous person, Roglio. Sunfury, if our message is correct, it should be the most popular Tyrion of the Darkblades. One of the Death Lords trusted by Dawnblade, he commands 3-4 necromantic warbands. ”

"Oh, so our Kane is theoretically the nephew of the big guy we can't mess with?"

Illidan let out an incomprehensible laugh, and he shook his head:

"No, Orturis, Kane has great potential, he will inevitably become the supernova of Illidare in the future, he will become the leader of the young warriors, he took the initiative to choose this path, and he has already stepped into it, I have no reason to stop him, I think, Kane chose this difficult path, probably also to prove something to his father You see, young people want to make a career, why should we stop it?"

"But Tyrion"

Orturis wanted to say something, but was stopped by Illidan with a wave:

"I know what you're worried about, Oturis, let go of your vigilance and hatred for the undead for a while, at least under the premise of fighting the Burning Legion, the undead are on the same side as us, I have seen the horrors of the Burning Legion sweeping through the worlds, and I know that relying on us alone will not work! It's not enough! For this world to escape from the demons, it needs to gather all its strength."

"I hate Tyrion too, he took my brother"

Illidan took a deep breath, and he whispered as if he were whispering:

"But I hope that when we start the final battle with the demon, I can see on the battlefield that his personal hatred is insignificant in terms of this world and our fate, and if I am lucky enough to survive the demon's catastrophe, I will go to him alone and put an end to it completely, but now is not the time!"

Illidan's confession made Orturis also breathe a sigh of relief, this demon hunter master who survived the undead raid on the Black Coast knew better than anyone that Lord Illidan was defeated in front of Tyrion's eyes, and he even had the pain in Lord Illidan's heart, but if even Lord Illidan, who was suffering such terrible pain, could let go of his personal hatred for the sake of a great goal, then why couldn't he?

"Well, I see, Lord Illidan!"

Oturis stepped forward and pushed open the door for Illidan, and he whispered:

"Grand Garrison Vihari is waiting for you, I won't be involved in this meeting in the Broken Isles, those recruits are hunting their targets, I must get back there as quickly as possible."

"Go ahead!"

Illidan waved his hand, and after Otulis left, Illidan suddenly said:

"But Oturis, I've been having some bad premonitions tumbling in my heart since I arrived in Shatar City, and if it's true that my worst premonitions are true, then maybe in this city, we can start a hunt to the fullest!"

"Polish, sharpen your blades, and don't miss it!"

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As one of the leaders of the Draenei, Lady Vihari has also been given a new position in Shatar in the Borean tundra because of the successful return of the Draenei people to Azeroth and the self-rescue of their people.

On the recommendation of High Priest Isanna and Grand Technician Roam, the Prophet Viren handed over the defense of the entire city to Vihari, relieving the High Garrison Marad of a heavy responsibility on his shoulders and freeing up the army of Garrison Officers, who would spend the next few months selecting a new group of warriors from among the reunited Draenei civilians to form the third legion of the Draenei civilization.

But the number of draenei who have come to Azeroth from the world of Draenor is also in the hundreds of thousands, so these days, Vihari and the other leaders have been busy pacifying the returning people, making new identification, arranging jobs for the people, and remotely maneuvering the Secret Blue Island in the Misty Sea to collect the wreckage of the crashed Genidal spaceship.

It can be said that Vihari has no leisure time at all these days, she has been very busy, but after receiving Illidare's letter, Vihari still squeezed out some time to meet Illidan who came to visit her. Raging winds.

As a garrison officer who has survived the Burning Legion for nearly 30 years, Vihari, like Illidan, is well aware of the fact that there are many, many demonic spies hidden in the seemingly normal city of Shatar, and this situation makes Vihari also worried that she has a hatred for the Prophet, but after the influence of evil power fades, she does not want her revenge to destroy the new life that her people have won so hard.

She hated Viren's cowardice, but this hatred had nothing to do with innocent civilians

"Your Excellency Illidan"

In Vihari's office, the tired Hoof Girl Garrison leaned back in his chair and looked at the Night Elf Demon Hunter sitting calmly on the sofa in front of him, like a statue, Vihari had a quaint book written in the Nasrezm Demon Script, the cover of the evil book, obviously made of some kind of living skin, and some traces of dark magic.

It was an evil thing, but there was no terrible secret hidden in it, it was just a codex written by the ancestors of the ancient Nasrezm demons when they were idle, and it was also a strange tale, similar to that of a third-rate knight.

"Your subordinate told me that you were only here for this Book of the Dead, but frankly, I don't believe much in this explanation!"

Vihari put a thin cigarette under her nose and sniffed it lightly, she looked at Illidan in front of her:

"I'll tell you the truth, the rumors about me in the past few decades are true, I spent a not too short time in the Burning Legion, but like the rumored stories about you, I will spend the rest of my life in the war with the demons This Book of the Dead records a lot of strange things about the demons, I believe that what you are pursuing is not the absurd stories themselves, but a trace of "truth" mixed in those stories"

Vihari narrowed her eyes and threw the Book of the Dead in her hand to Illidan in front of her, she crossed her legs a little frivolously, and at the moment when the cigarette in her hand was lit, the Hoof Girl Garrison asked in a hoarse voice:

"I guess you asked for this book in order to pursue the whereabouts of one of the legendary weapons described in a few words."

"The most powerful Ordach blade ever tainted with the blood of the Dark Titan, the Hand of the Dreadnought, right?"