The burning Tree of the World was constantly peeling off its charred branches, and the pages of the books that had been burned between the black flames turned into a smear of ashes that flew in all directions in the cold wind of the night before dawn on Mount Hyjal.

Tyrion sat calmly on the wicker chair he had found from the ruins, his hands crossed over his chest, his right leg cocked on the knee of his left leg, his head resting on the wicker chair, his long gray hair scattered over his shoulders, and his eyes staring ahead, empty of it.

And in front of him, on the bluestone road leading to the World Tree, there were more and more Night Elves returning from all over the place, they stood together in silence, and the anger in everyone's heart gathered invisibly, and soon turned into an aggressive and angry momentum, some humans, orcs or the helpers of one of the races were mixed in these elves, and the torches they lit in the dark night were like the light of the stars.

At the front of the elves, the blood-stained Moon Priestess Tyrande had already grasped the white feather war bow in his hand, and the beautiful eyes of the Moon High Priestess were also full of irrepressible anger, and beside her was the Grand Druid Malfurion, who was tormented by the power of nightmares, and was still in a very weak state, but in this weak body, a flame was burning, supporting his life.

Illidan. Fury Wind, the dark hero known as the "Betrayer", holds his Aeginoth Blade in his hand, and judging by his silent and murderous stance, perhaps the next moment, he will draw his sword and charge at the Great Lord in front of him.

They're facing off... That invisible momentum is enough to crush any cowardly person.

And under this silent night, in a certain entrance opened by the Dead Realm, several Death Lords who had completed the battlefield cleaning sat there, as if watching a war blockbuster that was about to kick off, they were also participants in this war, but they were not stupid to disturb the boss's "Yaxing", so they appeared here as bystanders.

"The boss is getting more and more disgusted."

Luminas took a sip of blood wine and said to his companions:

"It's obviously doing good, but it's the same as the villain who destroys the world... He might just like it. ”

"No!"

The silent Roglio took a sip of his wine and said to Luminas and the Serent beside him:

"What the Boss said before was right, in such a scenario, no matter how you explain it, the Night Elves won't listen, they don't want to hear any truth at all, and now they stubbornly believe that the Boss ruined everything for them, even if they know it's saving them... They don't see the truth of the matter, they don't want to see the truth at all. ”

"Perfect eternal life ends tonight, and any sane person will go mad."

Septe shrugged his shoulders, he moved his neck, and said with emotion:

"Cadore thinks they are nobler and wiser than the other races, but in fact they don't... They are also mortals, and they also have **, and the existence of this tree has made them fall into the shackles of ** for 10,000 years, and they can no longer extricate themselves, and anyone who wants to help them free themselves from the shackles will be regarded by them as an enemy that must be defeated... They will call us "evil", just like those human beings. ”

"When you take more than you deserve, the mortal race will do unreasonable stupid things, stupidity is a felony, unfortunately, there are too many such sinners."

Leaning against the floating darkness, Irel raised her flask in a bit of abruptness, and she sipped the cold wine in the flask, remembering the stories she had heard from the elders in the world of Draenor about how the Eredas had been tempted and fallen by the Dark Titans, and it made her suddenly feel a strong sense of déjà vu.

"Even the natural immortals of Ereda would make the same mistake, not to mention these Night Elves, who only lived for 10,000 years, they thought it was a blessing, they thought it was something they were born with... But no, the world's too sensual guardian dragon bestowed on mortals some power that should not be in the hands of mortals, and this immortal power turned into a curse and blindfolded them. ”

"Breaking illusions is hated, and stealing things from others is hated."

The hoof girl flicked her tail, and turned around with some excitement and walked towards the depths of the dead world:

"The Boss knows this better than anyone else, and instead of whispering something to a group of blindfolded people, it is better to appear in a posture of destruction and give these poor people an object of hatred, so that they will not completely collapse after losing everything... At the end of the day, we know that we're doing good, we're doing what is right, and that's enough, there's no need for anyone else to know about it..."

"We don't do these things to be heroes, so there's nothing to see next... I'm going to the hot springs, Lumy, are you going? ”

"Of course! Wait for me! Irel cutie... Let's soak together. ”

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Tyrion didn't know what his subordinates said about him, of course, he knew that he wouldn't care, this was an extremely egoistic person, he would definitely do what he believed, and the changes in the world in the past ten years have fully proved this.

He's only halfway through his plan for the world, and maybe there really is some kind of power in this world that can stop his "misdeeds", but it definitely won't be the group of Night Elves in front of him...

He's seen too many big scenes... The scene in front of him, which was hostile to tens of millions of people, could no longer shake his heart.

After all, what if there are more ants?

"You came here with these wretches with you with anger on your face, why..."

The High Lord was disgusted by the anger that glittered in the eyes of those elves, he was disgusted by this senseless act, could it be that these Cadore elves intended to kill him with their eyes?

So with undisguised malice, he tilted his head and looked at the three people in front of him who represented the Cadore civilization... He whispered:

"Do you have any opinions?"

"Boom"

The scorching fire of evil energy filled Illidan's body like a magma burst at this moment, and every evil energy pattern on his body began to shine, and the evil energy in the demon hunter's body made him complete the demon transformation in an instant, and the magic energy that turned into dark energy was wrapped around Illidan's twin blades, and his figure was like a black wind, slashing at Tyrion's neck between the cold blades of the two green moon blades.

"Bell"

There was a crisp sound...

The Great Lord's fingers wrapped around the power of death pinched the blade that Illidan had slashed with precision, and the blade containing endless evil energy was forced to stop in front of his eyes, while the other staggered blade was blocked by the dark power wrapped around the Great Lord, like a strong shield of energy, in the midst of the sparks, Illidan's full force was easily dissolved.

"Knife..."

Tyrion looked at the demon hunter in front of him, and from the finger he pinched the blade of Aesinoth, the extremely cold death energy quickly covered the surface of the blade of evil fire like a snake crawling in the dark, like a bonfire in a blizzard, the blazing fire of evil energy was quietly extinguished wherever the death frost went.

Illidan's figure retreated rapidly, and in order to prevent the strange death frost from contaminating his body, the blade on his left hand was left between Tyrion's fingers, and the High Lord stood up, and the moment Illidan returned to his previous position, he held the heavy and strange legendary weapon in his hand, he could feel the resistance of the manic soul in this moonblade war knife, but where the cold, withering frost went, even the soul of the legendary weapon was frozen.

"Huh"

Tyrion wielded the alien weapon, and finally, shaking his head, looking at the frozen blade in his hand, he said to Illidan:

"The knife is a very sacred weapon... A good knife is picky, and thankfully, it was lucky to have found a good owner..."

"Whoosh"

The frozen sword was thrown out by the Great Lord, and in the middle of the roar, it was accurately inserted into the ground at Illidan's feet, and the demon hunter silently picked up the frozen moon blade and held it in his hand, letting his evil fire melt the ice on the surface of the blade, Tyrion's finger clicked, and a black-red straight-edged sword completely condensed by the power of death appeared in his hand.

He pressed the eerie, straight-edged sword entwined with tiny lightning to his forehead, as if in a ritual, and pointed the blade at the three men in front of him.

"But weapons are used to challenge the strong... Obviously, you're not..."

"Come on, Avengers of Cadore, I'll give you one more chance... Defeat me, and you will be able to save your own tree, but friendly reminder, if you dare to step into the battlefield, be prepared to shed blood in advance..."

As soon as the words fell, a furious Tyrande raised his hands, and the power of the moon god lingered on the body of the moon sacrifice, making her the brightest source of light in the dark night that was tumbling because of the black fire, and the summoned power of the moon god shrouded Illidan's body like a silver veil, as if blessing the demon hunter with a layer of armor.

"Elune... Turn your wrath into a planet of destruction and punish the demons in front of you! ”

In the deepest darkness before dawn, the fallen stars shone like a canopy of stars, under the manipulation of Tyrande, like a rain of meteors gathered in front of them, and at the moment when Tyrande and Illidan began to attack, behind them, the night elves who hated the same enemy let out a howl like wolves, and these forest elves drew their weapons and rushed towards the only enemy in front of them like a rolling tide.

"Bell"

The moonblade wrapped in the raging fire and the black straight-edged sword collided together, Tyrion's body was towering and motionless, he didn't even care about the demon hunter who spread his wings in front of him, ready to go on a challenge hunt, he raised his head and looked at the falling star that was whistling in the sky, and he shook his head in the flying of his long gray and white hair.

"Is that all the power that Elune has given you?"

"Look at death!"

"Wow"

The dark and cold storm centered on Tyrion's body roared at this moment, and the power of the Dead Realm, which was darker than the night and deeper than the night, came in a noisy manner, and as Illidan slowly looked up, the wind of the shadows blew away the scattered storm, and the warrior like a demon that destroyed everything once again appeared like a giant under the canopy of the burning Nordahir.

This time, instead of manipulating the demon warrior, Tyrion gave it complete freedom.

"Devour them, O demons!"

Tyrion's black straight-edged sword swung forward, and the demon warrior gathered by his will raised his twin swords, and between the glow of the dark light, the dozens of meteors that fell from the sky were easily smashed, and between the whistling bricks and stones, Tyrion's tattered black swordsman's robes fluttered on the battlefield, his dark figure was like a storm of lightning, and every blow of the light blade in his hand would make the main attacker in front of him, Illidan, constantly retreat.

The Demon Hunter, who was originally known for his aggressiveness, was forced to play a defensive temperament at this moment, and the two Aeginos blades were once again covered with cold death frost under the blow of the death-filled straight blade.

"Is that what you're capable of? Illidan! ”

"Is this the power you put your eyes back on? Raging Wind! ”

"What are you afraid of? What are you hesitating about? What are you worried about? ”

Tyrion's muffled sarcasm didn't mess Illidan with this, and the demon hunter stood like a reef between the dark tides, as if it would never be defeated.

"Free yourself! Let me see... Your demons! ”

"Bang"

Illidan's blades were staggered in front of his chest, but he was kicked by Tyrion into the frozen blades, and the force mixed with pure death blasted Illidan away from the spot, and even the ground in front of Tyrion was torn open a terrifying rift, and between the bricks and stones, the Great Lord looked back at the elves who had been slaughtered by the demon warriors, he shook his head, and a grim smile flashed on his face:

"Look, so many faces, so few smiles... Why not... What about a smile? ”

Tyrion's finger flicked forward, and the door to the Dead opened behind him, and the eyes of Tyrande and Malfurion, who were trying to stop the demon warriors, were whirling in the air with scythe-wielding grim reapers, merging into a terrifying torrent of darkness.

"You want to protect them?"

The Great Lord's finger seemed to pull the trigger, and the next moment, the roaring Grim Reaper, wielding their war scythes, let out a silent wild laugh in the darkness, like a flood that drowned everything, rushed into the elven soldiers who tried to save and fight back.

"It's a pity... The wrong way..."

At the moment when the army of the Soul Raiders rushed into the battlefield, the Great Lord withdrew his gaze from the battlefield, he looked at Illidan who was rushing towards him again, he looked at Tyrande who was calling on the side to call on the power of the moon god to protect as many clansmen as possible, his ice blue eyes shone with a glint of light, and the figure of the Great Lord appeared behind Tyrande like dark lightning, and in the roars of Illidan and Malfurion, Tyrion whispered:

"You don't want to be a demon... Is it because of her? It's a shame that you've put a shackle on yourself... But it was a false fate..."

The dark sword in Tyrion's hand swung high, and Tyrande's face, wrapped in the power of the moon god, was also dead at this moment.

"Don't worry, I'll help you and correct it!"