In Felwood, the defeated demons are hiding in every place in this narrow forest area, and in their original base camp, Shadow Castle, many elite demons are hidden. After losing the command of Maronos,
These demons began to fight on their own, and were immediately beaten to pieces by the coalition forces attacking from the south and the elven army attacking from Mount Hyjal.
But the number of demons still has an advantage, like a big cake. With the size of the night elves or the coalition forces, it is almost impossible to eat it all in one go.
However, the most painful time was finally over. The news of the counterattack gave the night elves, who had been hit hard recently, a chance to vent. After confirming that the demons would not pose a threat to the Holy Mountain, all the night elves' legions began to attack
Great counterattack.
But there are some gossips that always make people feel uneasy, such as the conflict between Lady Tyrande and General Shandris, or the rumors spreading rapidly among the common people that the moon god no longer responds to the prayers of the moon god priests.
For a religious civilization, there is no more terrible news than this.
As for the death of the demigod Cenarius and the disappearance of the archdruid Malfurion, these two news have also spread to the upper levels of the night elves. Although it has not yet extended to the lower levels, there is a feeling that a storm is coming.
It still caused a certain amount of turmoil in the entire night elf society.
Some of these insightful people have already felt that the changes in the general environment of Azeroth will begin to affect the night elf civilization, which has always been closed. However, how to adapt to this change, or seize this opportunity, is still a question.
The biggest problem facing the night elf civilization.
It is said that Ms. Tyrande has been shutting herself in the Temple of the Moon these past few days. She is longing for guidance from Elune, but in fact... no one can guide her.
From now on, the night elves have to rely on themselves.
But to be honest, these turmoils have not affected the army, at least not Mr. Illidan. This guy who has only recently reappeared in the eyes of the night elves is a very complicated person. People resist him for some reasons, but this does not
It will not affect the brutal strangulation of demons by Illidan and his followers.
"Wow"
A pair of black wings that looked very similar to demon wings spread out behind a night elf with an eyepatch. This guy covered in green magic patterns held a sharp moon blade in his hand and jumped down from the hillside, like
Like a flying predator, he wielded the moon blade and rushed into the group of demons gathered below. The double blades in his hands staggered and slashed at the tallest demon, and vigorous evil energy shined from his body.
Like a pair of sharp scissors, the moment he landed, the interlaced green light blades flashed among the demons.
With just one blow, he killed at least 7 demons.
The moment this guy landed, a pair of wings suddenly opened, and his slender body was suspended in the air. The eyes under the black goggles burst out with scorching light like artillery. The next moment, two evil flames like pillars of fire erupted from him.
Spurts erupted from his eyes, several meters long, burning the roaring demon in front of him in agony.
This weird combat skill and the terrifying lethality prove that this is a weird profession that few people knew before...
Yes, this is a demon hunter, a dark path pioneered by Illidan Stormrage, a dark walker born only to hunt demons. He sacrifices his eyes to gain the ultimate perception of any demon, and uses his body as a seal to seal the demon's soul.
Cage, and draw terrifying power from the imprisoned powerful souls, use the evil energy of the demons to fight, and when necessary, you can also merge with the demons sealed in the body...
They are almost the natural enemies of the devil.
In just ten minutes, a demon in the camp was killed by this slender figure. He was not even injured, just a little tired.
"Altruis, your skills have declined."
A hoarse voice sounded in the darkness not far away. The moment he heard the voice, the demon hunter immediately stood up straight and said to the night elf who came out of the shadow with some shame:
"Yes, Lord Illidan... The long-term imprisonment has reduced my control over the demon soul in my body. It is resisting me. I still need some time to suppress it again, but please don't worry, Lord Illidan,
I won't let you down!"
"You always do, Altruis."
Illidan stood in the destroyed demon camp. The dark red strip of cloth on his face looked a little strange. He said to the follower in front of him:
"I trust you as before. You are my best disciple, Altruis. Your heroic performance in the ancient war is still engraved in my heart. But times have changed after all. Ten thousand years ago
The strength is no longer enough to cope with this strange era... Altruis, tell me, how many of our companions are still awake now?"
This heavy question made Alturis a little sad, and he said softly:
"There are not many left, Lord Illidan. Many people have been counterattacked by the Demon Soul during the long period of imprisonment. The first thing we did when we left the cage was to end their lives with our own hands... Only the ones who can still fight now are
Along with me, Nethalil, Thras, Alandine, the Crimson Blade Loramus Saribidis, Thelonus the Sinner, and finally he was the only new recruit who survived the war that year.
Larius, but his condition is very bad, I don't even dare to let him play."
Illidan did not speak. This tough leader also showed a sense of sadness at this moment. After more than ten seconds, he said softly:
"We were the last dark walkers left in the Illidari Legion back then... How sad! Our compatriots are obviously unwilling to let us continue to protect them... Are you confused? Altruis? In one
After ten thousand years of imprisonment, have you ever regretted following me?"
"No! No!"
The slender night elf demon hunter shouted:
"No one regrets it! Lord Illidan, we are all Avengers who escaped with our lives from the ruins of the ancient war. Our surviving lives are dedicated to killing demons. It is you who gave us the power of revenge and guided us.
No one will regret it if we choose the way forward! In fact, I am honored to be able to stand here and continue to fight for my people!"
"That's not enough, Altruis, that's not enough."
Illidan bent down and picked up a charred skull from the burned demon bones. He put the skull in front of his eyes and said softly:
"Our compatriots are overjoyed at defeating the demons again, but only you and I know that this victory means nothing... The Burning Legion will come again. By that time, who can our weak compatriots rely on? Even if
We sacrificed our lives for this, Altruis, and it will be difficult for us to save them... We need more power."
"Go, disperse the companions who can still fight, and look for warriors in the Kaldorei army who are willing to embark on this cursed dark road. When the devil enters the world in the next moment, I need an army! 1
An invincible army, an invincible army!"
"As you command! Lord Illidan!"
The night elf with a strong ascetic temperament next to Illidan responded loudly, but before leaving, he asked again:
"Lord Illidan, what should I do with Trallius? According to our experience, this brave recruit will have a hard time withstanding the next wave of demon souls' backlash. How about..."
"No!"
Illidan shook his head:
"I will watch him, Oturius. If he really can't stand it, I will personally relieve him. Go ahead and do what you should do."
Alturis quickly disappeared into the shadows. These demon hunters have the violent fighting posture of warriors and the super agility of assassins. They are like perfect hunters. In this demon battlefield
In the world, they are almost synonymous with invincibility. Unfortunately, their numbers have declined too much after thousands of years.
Illidan still stood in the burned ruins, as quiet as a sculpture. After a few minutes, Illidan threw aside the demon bones in his hands and whispered:
"Have you seen enough? Outsiders. That annoying warden is not here. Once I decide to kill you, no one may be able to save you."
"I just want to see more about what kind of person Illidan Stormrage, the Dark Walker, who was praised highly in my grandfather's handwriting, is."
A gentle voice sounded in the shadow behind Illidan, and with the shining of magic light, Sun King Kael'thas, wearing a fiery red phoenix robe, strolled out of the darkness. His face was still handsome, and his golden hair was scattered on his shoulders.
On his shoulders, the Flame Strike hanging on Kael'thas's waist continued to shine with fiery red light, seeming to remind the sword holder... how dangerous the night elf standing in front of him was.
Kael'thas stared at Illidan in front of him and said softly:
"Now it seems that my grandfather's praise for you is not unreasonable. Even if everyone misunderstands you, you are still willing to do your best to protect them."
"You are a true hero, Mr. Illidan."
"Oh? Hero?"
Illidan turned around and made a mocking sound:
"That's probably because your grandfather didn't record the horrific things I did... Young High Elf, you should be a descendant of the Sunstrider family. I was with Dath'Remar Sunstrider in the War of the Ancients.
After fighting, your ancestor was brave and wise, but his desire for magic... was his biggest weakness..."
Under Illidan's dark red eye patch, a faint green light shone. He seemed to be examining Kael'thas in front of him. After a moment, he shook his head:
"It's such a pity that you inherited his desire for magic... That desire is destroying your body and will. Maybe hundreds of years later, you will become a monster because of it! So... What's your name? Child.
"
"Kael'thas..."
The Sun King ignored Illidan's faint threat. He didn't come here for this, but he knew that the demon addiction in the bones of the high elves could not be hidden from these ancient monsters, especially a guy like Illidan, whose observation skills
It has become extremely sensitive.
"Mr. Illidan, I'm not here to waste your or my time. I'll just tell you the truth."
The Sun King's fingers touched the hilt of the sword at his waist, and he said calmly:
"My grandfather recorded a lot of things. I read all his notes. Among them, I discovered an amazing secret about you... I know that it was you and your brother 10,000 years ago.
, and Ms. Tyrande used the Dragon Soul to detonate the Well of Eternity, but my grandfather's diary records that... before the Well of Eternity exploded, some people secretly retained part of the Well of Eternity.
Well water.”
Kael'thas's green eyes flashed with desire, and he coughed lightly:
"My people and I need the water from the Well of Eternity in your hands. We need it to rebuild the Sunwell, so...make a price, Mr. Illidan, and you can take what Quel'Thalas has.
everything.”
"Well...it seems that Dath'Rema has recorded a lot of incredible things."
Illidan rubbed his chin and said in a playful voice:
"Yes, I have water from the Well of Eternity in my hand. Although it is not much, it is definitely a lot. But you have to understand, Kael'thas, a person like me, a martyr who sacrificed his life for a bitter ideal.
, I don’t need too many things to fill my heart...You said you and your people can give everything for hope?”
"Haha, let us see how much you can pay..."
"what would you like?"
Kael'thas's face became serious. Opposite him, Illidan snapped his fingers:
"I need a legion, I need to rebuild my Illidari...I need soldiers, and your natural addiction to magic determines that your body can tolerate evil energy much better than all other races.
...You see, I am a person who can obtain things very easily. Kael'thas, give me 1,000 qualified demon hunters, and I will give you a bottle of well water."
"Oh, let me explain in advance, the training of demon hunters is very cruel. My little Kael'thas, the cruelty is beyond all your imagination of hell. According to our experience ten thousand years ago, we have to harvest 1,000
To be a qualified demon hunter, you must give me at least... 50,000 people!"
A cruel smile appeared on Illidan's face. He looked at Kael'thas who fell silent and said softly:
"Fifty thousand martyrs are worth it in exchange for the hope of an entire race, isn't it?"
