Illidan, who was completely demonized, waved his double blades and easily cut off the weapons that penetrated Malfurion's body among the Naga corpses on the ground, and took the weak Archdruid away from the steel frame.
Coming down, he held him in his arms and patted Malfurion's cheek, trying to wake up his brother.
However, at this moment, the sinister laughter of Queen Azshara, who had been restrained to the center of the battlefield, suddenly sounded on the battlefield:
"Wake up! Malfurion! Wake up... the lackey of N'Zoth!"
When he heard this, Illidan's first reaction was to throw the Archdruid out of his arms, but... it was too late.
"puff"
A crystal dagger composed entirely of dark red nightmare power pierced Illidan's abdomen. The moment it penetrated the demon hunter's body, the extremely concentrated nightmare power began to spread across Illidan's body, dark red like
Ember-like flame lines quickly spread outward from Illidan's body, like a spider web.
"ah!"
Illidan let out a cry of pain. He staggered and lifted Malfurion away and retreated in the water. However, after taking a few steps, his demonic state was forcibly lifted. The violent evil energy and corrosive void were in his eyes.
The crazy fighting in his body made it impossible for him to even maintain his demonization. But fortunately, during the demon war 2 months ago, Illidan swallowed alive the demon soul of the Dread Lord Bain Holler, leaving him in a weak state for thousands of years.
It was relieved a lot and he was not completely knocked unconscious by this blow.
But even so, the situation faced by Illidan is very bad...
In front of him, Malfurion stood up stiffly like a puppet on strings, his eyes were terrifying dark red, and a strange will was controlling this body, but it could be seen from his expression that he was constantly struggling,
Even though the archdruid was extremely weak, he was still fighting against the nightmare in his heart.
However, after N'Zoth's lackey, the Nightmare King Xavius, realized that he could not corrupt the Archdruid's firm will on his own, the monster who hated Malfurion directly asked him to
Master's help.
N'Zoth...the terrifying will of the Old God interfered with Malfurion's soul. Even though N'Zoth is only the weakest among the Old Gods, its indescribable soul is still like that of the Great Druid.
Mortals cannot look directly at it and cannot approach it.
"There is no peace at all..."
Malfurion held two dark red nightmare daggers in both hands and approached Illidan with stiff steps. He said in a strange tone:
"That's just a boring fantasy of mortals...Join us, my dear brother, you will be favored by the indescribable God, and you will receive...gifts and praises!"
Between the strange sounds, vines like fiery red ashes dotted with nightmare crystals rolled out from under the cold tide. The vines with strong mental interference pushed the seriously injured Illidan
Trapped in it, Malfurion stood in front of Illidan holding a nightmare dagger. The moment a weird smile appeared on his face, two crystal-like daggers stabbed Illidan fiercely in front of him.
"clang"
At this critical moment, a rapidly rotating holy silver bullet accurately hit the dagger in Malfurion's hand. The holy silver's restraint against all evil objects caused the dagger to bounce with dancing firelight. Malfurion
Leo's thrust was interrupted, and less than a second later, another bullet struck another dagger.
On the position 2,000 meters away, Shandris stood there, holding a black sniper rifle, her long hair dancing in the air. At that critical moment, she rescued Illidan.
The demon hunter who has experienced many battles did not waste the opportunity created by his niece. With his fingers, the two Azzinoth war blades inserted into the ground in the tide flew up and wrapped around his body.
All the nightmare vines were cut off. Illidan took a deep breath and mobilized the last evil energy in his body. With the flapping of the wings behind his back, he flew up crookedly. After gliding for a few seconds, he looked like a bird with broken wings.
Just like that, he flipped and fell into Felwood.
This must-kill scene was interrupted, which made Queen Azshara who was waiting to watch a revenge drama very dissatisfied. She raised her finger and pointed at Shandris Yuyue who ruined everything:
"Good hunter...and your toy gun!"
"Bang"
Weird magic wrapped around the sniper rifle in Shandis' hand. The next moment, the firearm handmade by the master craftsman was like a detonated bomb. During the burst of fire, Shandis let out a scream, and the entire
Everyone was violently thrown away, and blood exploded on Shandris' body, making the poor girl look particularly miserable.
"Shandeis!"
Tyrande saw that her daughter was seriously injured. She raised her bow and was about to rush towards Queen Azshara, but she was blocked by another black shadow falling from the sky.
In the light of the transfiguration, Malfurion, whose mind was controlled by the nightmare, stared at his wife with dark red eyes, as if looking at a stranger.
He still maintains the natural form of the Archdruid, with the antlers on his forehead, the wings on his arms, and the claw-like horns, but unfortunately, all these natural creations have shown signs of being corrupted by nightmares.
, on Malfurion's horns, there are dark red nightmare crystals growing, just like the crown blessed by nightmares.
Queen Azshara looked at the nightmare creation in front of her with some pride. She stretched out her fingers and stroked the statue-like cracked cheek of Malfurion. She said to Tyrande, who was filled with endless sorrow and pain.
:
"Your daughter is dying, your lover can't escape the fate of being corrupted by nightmares, and look at your husband, how elegant he looks like this, you know? Those bastards gave him a new name, I
I think it sounds good..."
"They call him...Malfurion the Defiler."
Azshara let out a joyful laugh, patted Malfurion on the shoulder, and said to Tyrande in front of her:
"Look, little Tyrande, I have found a good opponent for you. Either you kill him and protect your people, or he kills you and corrupts everything with nightmares, but no matter what, you can show me
Come to the tragedy of a husband and wife killing each other, I like this kind of tragedy so much, it is very suitable for you...the betrayer!"
"certainly..."
Queen Azshara's figure disappeared from the battlefield in the flash of arcane magic, but her cold voice still echoed on the battlefield:
"Of course you can also try to wake him up, with love, or something else, before he kills you and all your soldiers... Let me see, little Tyrande, let me see,
How great is the love between you... In other words, it is actually not worth mentioning at all!"
"To be honest, I'm looking forward to it..."
Tyrande could ignore Azshara's malice, but she could not ignore her husband who had fallen into a nightmare in front of her. She clenched the white-feathered war bow in her hand. She looked at the indifferent Malfurion in front of her and bit her
Teeth, whispered:
"Malfurion, tell me...this isn't true!"
"Buzz"
In the light of transformation, Malfurion answered Tyrande with practical actions. The huge war bear in front of him was covered in nightmare vine armor and exuding dark red nightmare power, like an evil giant bear.
With those dark red eyes filled with murderous intent, he shattered all Tyrande's illusions.
At this moment, even the most powerful Priestess of the Moon could no longer bear what she was seeing.
Tears of pain and despair fell from Tyrande's eyes. She begged Elune to give her guidance as she had done countless times before, but before she could finish the prayer, the crazy nightmare bear Malfurion roared and rushed forward.
.
This time, no matter how reluctant Tyrande was... she had to fight.
Husband and wife cannibalize... Behind this terrible tragedy lies a civilized future. Tyrande had to make a choice because she was the leader and because she represented the will of the Kaldorei.
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The two most important people in Illidan Stormrage's life were killing each other, but Illidan could only wait for death silently in the dark and withered valley of Felwood.
The demon hunter, who was plotted by his only relative, lay in a pool of cold sewage in a miserable posture. His demonic wings had long since dissipated, and on the wound on his abdomen, the dark red power of nightmare was eroding
His body and will.
Along the stab wound, a spiderweb-like nightmare kept flickering in the darkness, like cooling magma. The essence of this thing is the most corrosive void among the six basic powers. If there are enough
With the evil energy to fight against it, Illidan might be able to escape being corrupted into a nightmare lackey, but the problem is that he can't get enough energy to replenish it.
Illidan Stormrage was imprisoned in the Watcher's Vault for ten thousand years. During these ten thousand years, he relied on his own will to fight against the demon soul sealed in his body. No matter how determined Illidan was, his will would fight
It is also very tragic. Ten thousand years have long exhausted his energy. Although he immediately found a Dread Lord to "recharge" after being released, the long-term weakness gave Illidan a huge appetite.
, the demon soul of a Dreadlord Lord is not enough.
What's even more terrible is that the demon soul of Bain Holler, who was sealed in Illidan's body, also took advantage of the host's weakness to start resisting...
This is the most criticized aspect of the Demon Hunter profession. They rely on the Demon Soul in their bodies to fight evil energy. Before the Demon Soul is exhausted, the Demon Hunter can continue to fight like a war machine, but when the body is weak,
Sometimes, the demon soul in the body will reversely occupy the demon hunter's will. They call it the "inner demon".
The war between demon hunters and inner demons will never end. They complement each other unless the host dies completely, and there is only one way for demon hunters to pursue power, which is to constantly hunt for powerful demons and seal them in their bodies, but
The greater the number of demon souls, the greater the pressure on the demon hunter's will. Eventually, the hunter's will will be defeated by the demon's will... This is an almost unchangeable future.
In other words, once you set foot on this road, you will be heading towards a future of destruction, and there will be no turning back.
Illidan is the most powerful demon hunter, and the number of demon souls sealed in his body is also staggering. This means that when he is weak, the pressure he has to endure is more than ten times that of other demon hunters.
And now, he can't hold on any longer...
Wishes of beating evil fire are scurrying around Illidan's body, which means that Illidan's control over evil energy is rapidly weakening. If this situation continues, before Illidan is corrupted by the nightmare, he will be
The Demon Soul was defeated first and became a complete demon.
However, at the moment when the Dread Lord's gloomy laughter appeared in Illidan's mind, and he didn't know if it was an auditory hallucination, a child's voice suddenly appeared in the Demon Hunter's ears.
"Arceus, there he is! I see him! God, he is so ugly!"
Illidan received the purest evil energy from Sargeras 10,000 years ago. As a price, he sacrificed his rare amber eyes. In the legend of the elves, those eyes represent terrible potential.
Because the last elf with amber eyes was named Azshara!
Although after sacrificing his eyes, the demon hunter can still perceive demons through ghost vision, and it becomes more convenient than before, but he is completely blind after all, so Illidan cannot see the surrounding environment, and he can only rely on his super senses.
, in this chaotic state of mind, he barely felt that a strange soul was approaching him.
It seemed to be a ghost representing death, but she had the warmth of the Holy Light. Next to the little ghost, there was a strange beast spirit. Life and death coexisted in a balanced manner.
For the knowledgeable Illidan, he could easily tell that the spirit of the beast was transforming from a collection of pure life energy to a collection of death energy. I don't know which genius thought of this.
idea...
"Bang"
The little ghost Yuna riding on the back of the soul herder Arceus jumped to the ground. She looked around furtively, then grabbed the wand and cautiously walked towards Illidan who was lying there in a panic and unable to move.
, when she was 3 meters away from Illidan, Illidan suddenly warned in a hoarse voice:
"Don't come any closer! Kid...I might...hurt you."
"Oh, you're alive!"
Regarding this warning, Yuna said nonchalantly, then walked to Illidan, squatted there, and curiously looked at the wound on Illidan's abdomen. The little ghost squinted his eyes and looked at the dark red cloth wrapped around his face.
Illidan, she whispered:
"Hey! The strips on your eyes are exactly the same as Grandpa Drek'Thar's strips! Are you blind too?"
Illidan didn't know how to respond to these words...According to his usual habits, if he dared to say these words, he would definitely be hacked to death by drawing a sword. But the problem is that this is obviously just an inexperienced child. Is it possible?
Does the powerful Lord of the Illidari still want to argue with a child?
So Illidan simply shut up and responded to the strange little ghost in front of him with silence.
Seeing Illidan not speaking, Yuna scratched her hair in annoyance. She stood up, put her hands on her hips, and said to Illidan:
"Now! That bad woman Zella told me to let me save you once, and then she won't bother me anymore... So I will save you, but you have to promise me not to let Tyrion know about it.
He hates Zella the most... If he knew that I made a deal with that bad woman Zella, he would definitely be very angry."
