Hokage of Azeroth

Of course, Luo Wei knew that a sneak attack on Tichondrius was too risky, so it was just a shadow clone that rushed forward.

And a bottle of demon-slaying potion.

Tichondrius slapped him, scattering his shadow clone and breaking the crystal bottle of the demon-slaying potion.

So with just a "click", the full bottle of demon-slaying potion splashed out and hit Tichondrius's hand.

"Zizzizi..."

The demon's skin came into contact with the demon-slaying potion, and Tichondrius's jagged palm suddenly began to sizzle and smoke.

For a demon of Tichondrius's level, Rowe's only means of killing were Roquedelor and Demon-Slaying Potion, the Wind Blade was all about scraping, and the detonating talisman was even more useless.

Tichondrius was showered with the demon-slaying potion on his hand, and the skin on his hand was quickly melted away, turning into a bloody mess and trembling constantly.

Looking at his trembling hands, Tichondrius's expression was extremely gloomy.

He already had a premonition that he would probably be doomed this time and would die at the hands of Illidan.

However, for a demon of his level, it is almost impossible to be completely killed. In the end, he can always be resurrected in the twisted void, although it requires paying a high price, such as long waiting and weakness.

Tichondrius knew that it was impossible to kill Illidan.

But this disgusting mortal must be killed!

Even if they die together!

Anyway, he is already dead.

Thinking of this, Tichondrius immediately began to search left and right.

He quickly discovered Rowe's location.

But the result made him feel sick again.

After getting rid of all the Hellfire Lords, Rowe hid directly thousands of meters underground.

Separated by thousands of meters of land, even Tichondrius couldn't do anything to him for a while and could only stare.

"You are dead, Dreadlord!" Along with Illidan's roar, the edge of the blade of Azzinoth struck again.

"Ah!" Tichondrius screamed as a knife was stabbed in his back.

Although he was being beaten by Illidan, Tichondrius's eyes still glanced underground from time to time, as if he was imagining that Rowe would jump out for some reason that he could not think of himself.

Of course Rowe wouldn't do that.

In fact, he had already made up his mind that he would never return to the ground before Tichondrius was killed by Illidan.

"No -" In strong unwillingness and anger, Tichondrius struggled to escape, his broken magic wings fluttering as hard as he could, like a life-saving straw.

Until the Warblade of Azzinoth cut off his other magic wing, leaving him unable to even flutter.

Tichondrius had no choice but to sway, and thousands of pitch-black bats appeared, drowning his figure, and then swarmed in all directions with ear-piercing screams, blocking the sky and the sun.

Illidan looked calm, and a dim light surged between his eyes, sweeping across the bats in the sky.

Two seconds later, he stared at one of the bats and raised the corner of his mouth: "Feel the anger of these 1 years!"

As he spoke, his figure shot out, as if stepping directly on the air, arriving in an instant at an astonishing speed.

Illidan was pursued by a demon, and before he could finish his words, he slashed with the swords of both hands!

Immediately, Tichondrius's body fell from the sky, and the bat shadows in the sky disappeared.

Illidan shook the War Blade of Azzinoth, his magic wings gradually retracted, and his figure fell back to the ground gracefully.

Only then did Rowe emerge from the ground. He picked up Roquedelor and then walked to Tichondrius's body.

"I need this guy's teeth," he said.

"His head belongs to you. You deserve it. Take it." Illidan said.

"Thank you." Rowe thanked him, then used Roquedelor as a blade, slashed the neck of Tichondrius' corpse, and cut off the head of the fear demon king, holding it in his hand.

Tichondrius' face still showed struggle, and it was obvious that until the moment before his death, unwillingness and anger still lingered in his heart.

After a while.

Illidan said: "Among the demons under Archimonde, there should be no one stronger than Tichondrius... Now, our biggest problem is Archimonde himself."

Rowe asked: "How much do you know about Archimonde?"

"Very powerful." Illidan was silent for a moment. "This terrifying demon known as the 'Defiler' may be the most powerful creature that has ever walked in Azeroth."

He sighed slightly and looked at his dark magic hand: "Although I have absorbed the power of the Skull of Gul'dan, I still don't have the slightest confidence in defeating Archimonde."

"Maybe we need some unconventional means." Luo Wei said casually.

"You're right." Illidan smiled, "I feel like we think about it together."

"What?" Luo Wei was stunned.

Illidan said confidently: "Does this need to be said? The only way to eliminate Archimonde, the almost universal demon leader, is -"

"Devil!" An angry voice interrupted Illidan.

The two turned around and saw that Malfurion and Tyrande were coming over. Malfurion, who was riding on a deer, shouted, "What did you do to my brother?"

Illidan was silent for a moment: "It's me, Malfurion, this is what I am now."

Malfurion opened his eyes: "You..."

Illidan: "I gained greater power and destroyed Tichondrius."

Looking at his unrecognizable licking dog, Tyrande's face turned pale: "Illidan, how could you do this!"

Illidan argued: "What's wrong with this? I eliminated the source of corruption in this land. The Burning Legion suffered heavy losses, and the wounds of the forest will begin to heal."

Malfurion held the staff tightly and looked directly at his brother who had almost turned into a demon: "So, Illidan, what is the price?"

"There is no price." Illidan spread his hands.

"Shut up, you devil!" Malfurion was furious. "You are no longer my brother! Leave here and never set foot on our land again!"

Illidan's voice was a little low. He didn't say much. He simply said: "Then, that's it...brother."

Before he finished speaking, he turned and left.

The evil energy emanating from the giant demon's body destroyed all the trees along the way, leaving only a dark figure drifting away and a deserted road.

Malfurion and Tyrande fell into a long silence.

"I'm sorry, you two, I should try my best to stop Illidan from doing this." Rowe felt that he needed to say something, although he never considered stopping Illidan from the beginning.

Malfurion sighed: "It's not your fault... I knew a long time ago that sooner or later he would become like this."