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But the fight between demons, that's a bit bad!

In particular, the other party actually has the power from the origin of Sargeras......

"No, no, no, don't kill me, don't ......," begged the soul of Tikdios, the size of a small doll, above the heart of the stinking black blood.

It's just that Illidan, who has turned into a black demon, has a cruel smile that is more demon-like than the Dreadlord of the Demon King.

"I long to see your eternal death more than to spare you. Hey, hey!" In a sinister laugh like a night owl, Illidan pinched the heart of the Dreadlord leader.

Then, in an instant, he threw countless punches with just his left hand at the Dreadlord who was beginning to kneel!

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

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

The souls that had been killed and imprisoned by Tikdios began to escape from their soul cages and scatter.

These Illidan don't care at all.

Even if he reverted back to his Night Elf form, he was still enjoying it.

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

He laughed loudly, holding the broken heart aloft and letting the Dreadlord's blood pour over his head, face, and mouth.

He wanted to taste the sweetness of this victory.

Savor the killing frenzy until ......

"Illidan?" the sudden exclamation made Illidan's whole body stiffen, and he couldn't believe his ears.

Right!

He's crazy!

It's so forgetful!

Not even Tyrande and Malfurion, along with their sentinels and druids, arrived on the devastated battlefield.

At least a four-figure fellow Night Elf witnessed his transformation from a demon back to a Night Elf.

That's right!

Illidan could ignore the gaze of all his compatriots, because from the day they convicted him 10,000 years ago and sent him to the black prison, in his mind, they were no longer his compatriots.

However, he couldn't ignore Tyrande's eyes, which went from caring to lost to sad.

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

At such times, all justifications will be nothing more than pale nonsense.

His hidden pride would not allow him to bow down to any being, not even the Tyrande* style he had always loved.

He held his head high and looked directly at Tyrande.

He was telling her with his eyes -- yes! That's my way! I'm not wrong!

Illidan gave Tyrande the power to choose.

Tyrande's slender body trembled, and she was the one who was arguing for Illidan's release. In order to save Illidan from the world, she even killed Mavi*'s men, creating a disagreement with the Night Elf hero.

But how did Illidan repay her salvation?

Stoop!

Use demonic power once again!

A stronger and crazier force than ever!

Even if his starting point was to help her, he even killed a dreaddemon who was obviously very strong for this.

It's a pity that the law is unforgiving, and if you indulge him and let him continue to stay in the clan, it will be the collapse of the entire ruling order of the Night Elf clan.

Gritting his teeth, tears in his eyes, and anger in his eyes, Tyrande looked up, his clear voice echoing throughout the forest of Felwood.

"Illidan Furywind, even though you have obeyed the orders of me, the High Priest of the Moon Temple, Tyrande*, to purge the demons of the Felwood Forest and slay a Dreadlord, you have betrayed my trust in you, violated the nature teachings of the Night Elves, and wielded demonic powers. ”

Tyrande took a step forward: "Eight thousand years ago, for our fellow high-class elves who also abused the power of magic, and for Darth Rema and others who refused to obey the will of Elune and Cenarius, our final decision was exile. So, even though you have the heart to serve the world, we can't accept what you do and how you do it. ”

Tyrande took another step forward: "I hereby pronounce my sentence as High Priest - you Illidan * Fury - to be sentenced to exile! Once you are hostile to the Night Elves on the battlefield, we will deal you with no mercy!

I can't describe Illidan's feelings at the moment.

Ever had a hope?

Despair again?

Unwilling to be bound?

Keeping your heart?

Perhaps, there is everything.

It's just that Illidan knows that that once beautiful childhood and youth are gone.

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

However, he has no regrets.

He had only one word for Tyrande's answer—

"Humph!"

Is it disdainful?

Is it contempt?

Is it a counterattack?

Or something else?

Nobody knows.

More than a thousand elf elites, and the last thing they saw was a rebellious back like a lone wolf.

No one knows if it will be the birth of a new legend or the beginning of a horror legend.

Looking at the former Night Elf powerhouse, the high priest's childhood sweetheart, leaving the Night Elf clan in this way, every elf's heart was filled with strange feelings.

Illidan departed.

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're not wrong! your intentions are good, and you have given him a chance, but he doesn't cherish it." ”

Tyrande was silent.

Malfurion continued: "There's no time to be sentimental. According to the prophet's prophecy, there are at most three days before the main forces of the Burning Legion will land. The Night Elves can only look forward now. ”

"Hmm. ”

"yes, I heard you've seen that Duke?"

"That's ...... Fifteen years ago. Egwenla, the former Guardian, I went over to help, because it was called to me through Alexstasa, and I couldn't refuse. ”

The three guardian dragons of Alexstasa, Ysera, and Nozdorm can be regarded as the supernumerary guardian saints of the Night Elves.

One gave them the World Tree.

One that allows them to soar in the emerald dreamland.

And one that gave them eternal life.

As long as they don't go against Elune's will, their calls are rarely rejected by the Night Elves.

"No, Tyrande, what I'm concerned about is, what kind of person is that Alliance Commander Duke Marcus?"

"A genius of a Terran, a man who can work miracles. Tyrande did not hesitate to give a very high rating.