Stormwind God

With ordinary killing, the demonic soul can easily return to the twisted void, as long as it holds a thigh, it is not a matter of resurrection at once.

But the fight between demons is a bit worse!

In particular, the opponent actually has the power from Sargeras' origin ...

"No, no, no! Don't kill me! Don't ..." Above the heart smelling the smelly black blood, a little doll-sized Tikdios soul begged hard.

Illidan, who had only become a black demon, showed a cruel smile more like a demon than the Dreadlord.

"I'm more eager to see your eternal death than letting you go. Hehe! Hehe hehe!" In the laughter of the night owl, Illidan pinched the heart of the leader of the Dreadlord.

Then, in an instant, he just punched countless punches with his left hand towards the body where the Dread Lord began to kneel!

With the surging impact of dark power, this body that trembled countless creatures was easily killed to slag!

The next moment, a black light rose into the sky.

Those innocent souls who had been killed and imprisoned by Tike Dios began to escape from their soul cages and escaped from all directions.

These Illidan didn't care.

Even if he returned to the night elven form, he still enjoyed it.

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

He laughed aloud, and held up the broken heart, letting the efforts of the Dread Lord poured on his head, his face, and his mouth.

He wants to taste the sweetness of this victory.

Experience this crazy killing carefully until ...

"Ilidan?" The sudden exclaimed voice made Illidan stiff, and he couldn't believe his ears.

Correct!

He's crazy!

Too forget me!

Not even Tyrande and Malfurion, as well as the sentries and druids they brought to this destroyed battlefield, knew.

At least four-figure night elf compatriots witnessed his transformation from a demon to a night elf.

That's right!

Illidan could ignore the eyes of all his compatriots, because the day they convicted him ten thousand years ago and put him in the jail, it was not his compatriots in his heart.

However, he couldn't ignore Tyrande's care, loss, and sad eyes.

"Tyrand, I ... I ... I ..." said three 'I' words in a row, and wanted to say "I'm not wrong, I'm all for you Tyrande." But after all, Illidan chose silence.

At this time, all excuses will only be pale nonsense.

The arrogance he hid in his heart did not allow him to bow to any one, even Tyrande's style of speech, which he had always loved.

He held his head high, staring directly at Tyrande.

He was telling her with his eyes! This is my way! I am not wrong!

Illidan gave Tyrande the power of choice.

Tyrande's body was trembling, and it was her who released Illidan. In order to save Illidan from coming out, she even killed Maiev Shadowsong's men, and had a divine disagreement with this night elf hero.

But how did Illidan return her salvation?

Delight yourself!

Use the power of the demon again!

Stronger and more crazy than ever!

Even if his starting point was to help her, he even killed a clearly very powerful Dread Lord.

Unfortunately, the law is intolerant. If he is indulged in this way and allowed him to stay in the clan, it will be the collapse of the order of the entire night elf clan.

Gritting his teeth, tears, and indignation, Tyrande looked up suddenly, his voice clearing throughout the Felwood.

"Illidan Stormrage! Although you obeyed Tyrande Whisperwind, High Priest of the Moon Temple, to clear the demons in the Felwood, and killed a Dreadlord, you failed me Trust violates the natural doctrine of the night elves and uses the evil energy of the demons indiscriminately. "

Tyrande took a step forward: "Eight 8,000 years ago, for the fellow upper elves who also abused magical power, and for Dasremar and others who refused to obey the will of Elune and Cenarius, our final decision was to be punished by exile .So despite your heart for the world, we cannot accept your actions and ways. "

Tyrande took another step forward: "I hereby condemn you Illidan Stormrage as exile! Once you are hostile to the night elves on the battlefield, we will show you no mercy Strike! Sentence this, you can be convinced !? "

Could not describe the feelings of Illidan at this moment.

Have hopes?

Desperate again?

Unwilling to be restrained?

Keep your heart?

Maybe everything.

But Illidan knew that the once wonderful childhood and youth were gone.

In this lifetime, he was destined to never get Tyrande's love.

However, he does not regret it.

He has only one word for Tyrande's answer

"Humph!"

Are you disdain?

Is contempt?

Is it a counterattack?

Or something else?

Nobody knows.

More than a thousand elves were elite, and in the end they saw a back-like figure who looked like a lone wolf.

No one knows, 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 family in this way, the hearts of every elf are filled with weird feelings.

Illidan left.

With a large force, Tyrande walked on the forest avenue, the road to Mount Hyjal.

"Malfurion, I ..."

She hadn't finished speaking yet, and had been interrupted by Malfurion: "You are not wrong! Your starting point is good, you have also given him a chance, but he does not cherish it."

Tyrande was silent.

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

"Ok."

"Yes, I heard you met that Duke?"

"That was ... fifteen years ago. Aegwynn, the previous guardian, I used to help because I was called through Alexstrasza, and I couldn't refuse."

The three guardian dragons of Alexstrasza, Ysera, and Nozdormu can be considered the non-staff patrons of the night elves.

One gave them the world tree.

One made them soar in the Emerald Dream.

There is one that has given them eternal life.

As long as they do not violate Elune's will, their calls will rarely be rejected by night elves.

"No, Tyrande, my concern is, what kind of man is that league commander Duke Marcus?"

"A human genius, a man who can work wonders." Tyrande gave a very high evaluation without hesitation.