32. The Victims (Part 1)--The Presumptuous Brothers for Midsummer [1/2]
The burning World Tree continued to peel off the charred branches, and the pages that were burned during the burning of the black fire turned into ashes flying all over the sky, constantly in the cold wind of the dark night before dawn on Mount Hyjal.
Blowing in all directions.
Tyrion sat calmly on the wicker chair found in the ruins. He crossed his hands on his chest, raised his right leg and put it on the knee of his left leg. His head leaned on the wicker chair, gray and white.
His long hair was spread over his shoulders, and his eyes were staring straight ahead, with nothing in them.
And in front of him, on the bluestone road leading to the World Tree, more and more night elves returned from all over the place. They stood together in silence, and the anger in everyone's heart gathered invisibly, and soon became...
It became an aggressive and extremely angry momentum, and some humans, orcs or aiders from other races were mixed in among these elves, and the torches they set up in the dark night were like little stars of light.
At the front of the elves, Tyrande, the blood-stained Moon Priest, had already grasped the white-feathered battle bow in her hand. The beautiful eyes of the Moon God High Priest were filled with uncontrollable anger. Beside her were people slowly coming from behind.
Archdruid Malfurion stood up on the ground. He was tortured by the power of nightmares and was still in a very weak state. But in this weak body, a flame was burning, supporting his life.
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Illidan Stormrage, the dark hero known as the "Betrayer", is holding his own Warblade of Azzinoth. Judging from his silent and murderous posture, maybe he will draw a sword at the next moment.
The knife rushed towards the great lord in front of him.
They were confronting each other...the invisible momentum was enough to overwhelm any weak person.
And under this completely silent night, in a certain entrance to the world of death, several death lords who had completed cleaning up the battlefield were sitting there, as if they were watching a war movie that was about to begin.
They are also participants in this war, but they are not stupid enough to disturb the boss's "elegance", so they appear here as bystanders.
"The boss is getting more and more naughty."
Luminas took a sip of blood wine and said to her companions:
"Obviously he is doing good things, but he has to act like a villain who destroys the world... Maybe he likes this kind of tone."
"No!"
The silent Rogelio took a sip of wine and said to Luminas and Serende beside him:
"What the boss said before is right. In this situation, no matter how you explain it, the night elves will not listen. They are not willing to hear any truth at all. Now they stubbornly believe that the boss has ruined everything for them.
Even if they know it's saving them... they can't see the truth of the matter, they don't want to see the truth at all."
"Perfect immortality ends tonight and any sane person would go crazy."
Serent shrugged, moved his neck, and said with emotion:
"The Kaldorei think they are nobler and wiser than other races, but in fact they are not... They are also mortals, and they also have desires, and the existence of this tree has trapped them in the shackles of desire for thousands of years.
They can no longer extricate themselves. Anyone who wants to help them free themselves from the shackles will be regarded by them as an enemy that must be defeated... They will call us "evil", just like those humans."
"When you ask for more than you deserve, the mortal race will do unreasonable and stupid things. Stupidity is a serious crime. Unfortunately, there are too many such sinners."
Yirel, who was leaning against the floating darkness, raised her little wine flask with some sadness. She sipped the cold wine in the flask. She remembered what she had heard from the old people in the world of Draenor.
The story of how the Eredar were seduced and corrupted by the Dark Titan suddenly gave her a strong sense of déjà vu.
"Even the eredar who are naturally immortal will make the same mistake, not to mention these night elves who have only lived for ten thousand years. They think it is a blessing, they think it is something they are born to enjoy...
.But no, the guardian dragon in this world who is too emotional gave mortals some power that should not be controlled by mortals. However, this power of immortality turned into a curse and blindfolded their eyes."
"You will be hated for breaking your illusions, and you will be hated for taking things from other people's hands."
The hoof girl flicked her tail and turned back towards the depths of the death realm with some disappointment:
"The boss knows this better than anyone else. Instead of explaining something to a group of blindfolded people in a low voice, it is better to appear in a destructive manner and give these poor people an object of hatred so that they will not completely lose everything.
Collapse...In the final analysis, we know that we are doing good things and doing just things, and that is enough. There is no need to let others know..."
"We don't do these things to become heroes. What happens next is nothing interesting... I'm going to go to the hot springs, Lumi, will you go?"
"Of course! Wait for me! Cutie Yrel... let's take a dip together."
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Tyrion doesn't know what his subordinates say about him. Of course, if he knows, he won't care. This is an extremely egoistic person. He will definitely do what he believes in. Over the past ten years, he will do it.
The changes in the world have fully proved this point.
He is only halfway through his plan for the world. Maybe there is some kind of power in the world that can stop his "random behavior", but it will definitely not be the group of night elves in front of him...
He has seen too many big scenes... The scene in front of him, where millions of people were hostile, could no longer shake his heart.
After all, what can we do if there are too many ants?
"You brought these bastards here with an angry face, how come..."
The High Lord hated the anger shining in the eyes of those elves. He hated this senseless behavior. Did these Kaldorei elves intend to kill him with their eyes?
So with undisguised malice, he tilted his head and looked at the three people representing the Kaldorei civilization in front of him... He said softly:
"Do you have any opinions?"
"boom"
The scorching fel fire filled Illidan's body like an explosion of magma at this moment, and every fel pattern on his body began to shine. The demon hunter's full fel magic allowed him to complete the demon transformation in an instant.
, the magic energy turned into dark energy wrapped around Illidan's double blades. His figure was like a black wind, between the cold blades of the two green moon blades, staggering and slashing at Terry.
A high neck.
"clang"
A crisp sound...
The high lord's fingers entwined with the power of death accurately grasped the blade that Illidan cut, and stopped the sharp blade containing endless evil energy in front of his eyes, while another staggered war blade
Blocked by the dark power surrounding the great lord, it was like a strong shield of energy. With sparks flying, Illidan's full blow was easily resolved.
"knife..."
Tyrion looked at the demon hunter whose expression changed dramatically in front of him. From his fingers holding the blade of Azzinoth, the extremely cold death energy quickly covered the evil fire blade like a snake crawling in the dark.
On the surface, it was like a bonfire that had been hit by a snowstorm. The blazing fire of evil energy was quietly extinguished wherever the death frost touched it.
Illidan's figure quickly retreated. In order to prevent the weird death frost from contaminating his body, the war blade on his left hand remained between Tyrion's fingers. The high lord stood up, and the moment Illidan returned to his previous position
, he held this heavy and weird legendary weapon in his hand. He could feel the resistance of the manic soul in this moon blade sword, but wherever the cold, withering frost touched, even the legendary weapon
His soul was also frozen.
"Shua"
Tyrion brandished this alien weapon. Finally, he shook his head and looked at the blade frozen with a layer of ice in his hand. He said to Illidan:
"Knives are very sacred weapons... A good knife is very attractive. Fortunately, it was lucky enough to find a good owner..."
"Whoosh"
The frozen sword was thrown out by the great lord. In the midst of the roar, it was accurately inserted into the ground at the feet of Illidan. The demon hunter silently picked up the frozen moon blade, held it in his hand, and let his
The fire of evil energy melted the ice on the surface of the war blade. Tyrion tapped his finger, and a black-red straight-edged sword completely condensed with the power of death appeared in his hand.
He put the weird straight-edged sword wrapped with tiny lightning to his forehead, like a ritual, and then pointed the blade at the three people in front of him.
"But weapons are used to challenge the strong...Obviously, you are not..."
"Come on, Avengers of Kaldorei, I will give you another chance... Defeat me, and you will be able to save your own tree, but a friendly reminder, if you dare to step into the battlefield, be prepared to shed blood in advance...
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As soon as he finished speaking, Tyrande, full of anger, raised his hands, and the power of the Moon God lingered on the body of the Moon Priest, making her the most shining light source in the night that was rolling endlessly due to the burning of black fire.
The summoned power of the Moon God shrouded Illidan's body like a silver gauze, as if giving the demon hunter a layer of armor.
"Elune...turn your anger into the stars of destruction and punish the demon in front of you!"
In the deepest night before dawn, the falling stars shining out like a canopy of stars, under Tyrande's control, hit the great lord in front of him like a meteor shower, while Tyrande and Eli
The moment Dan started to attack, behind them, the night elves who shared the same hatred roared like wolves. These forest elves drew their weapons and rushed towards the only enemy in front of them like a rolling tide.
"clang"
The moon blade wrapped in blazing evil fire collided with the black straight-edged sword. Tyrion's body stood motionless. He didn't even care about the demon hunter who spread his wings in front of him, preparing for a challenge. He raised his head,
Looking at the falling stars roaring in the sky, with his long gray hair flying, he shook his head.
"Is this all the power Elune gave you?"
"Come and look directly at the true face of death!"
"Wow"
The dark and cold storm, with Tyrion's body as the center of the circle, howled at this moment. The power of the death realm, which was darker than the night and deeper than the night, rushed towards the face with a noisy attitude, slowly moving on Illidan.
As he raised his head and stared, the shadowy wind blew away the endless storm, and the warrior, who was like a demon that destroyed everything, once again appeared in a giant-like posture under the burning sky of Nordrassil.
This time, Tyrion did not control the evil ghost warrior. Instead, he gave it complete freedom.
"Evil spirits, devour them!"
The black straight-edged sword in Tyrion's hand was swung forward, and the evil ghost warrior gathered by his will raised his double swords. In the flash of dark light, dozens of meteors falling from the sky were easily chopped into pieces.
, among the roaring bricks and stones, Tyrion's tattered black swordsman robes were floating on the battlefield. His dark figure was like lightning, and every blow from the light blade in his hand would make the main attacker Yili in front of him.
Dan kept retreating.
The demon hunter, who was originally known for his aggressiveness, was forced to adopt a defensive temperament at this moment. The two Azzinoth war blades were once again covered in cold death under the blow of the straight-edged sword full of death.
frost.
"Is this what you can do? Illidan!"
"Is this the power you gave your eyes to get back? Stormrage!"
"What are you afraid of? What are you hesitating about? What are you worried about?"
Tyrion's low sarcasm did not disorient Illidan. This demon hunter was like a rock between the dark tides, standing in the flowing river of death, as if he would never be defeated.
"Free yourself! Show me...your inner demons!"
"Bang"
Illidan's double blades were intertwined in front of his chest, but Tyrion kicked the frozen double blades. The force mixed with pure death blasted Illidan away from the place, along with the earth in front of Tyrion.
A terrifying crack was torn open, with bricks and stones splashing everywhere. The great lord looked back at the elves who were slaughtered by the evil ghost warriors. He shook his head, and a cold smile flashed on his face:
"Look, so many faces, so few smiles...why not...smile?"
Tyrion waved his fingers forward, and the gate to the realm of death suddenly opened behind him. In the widened eyes of Tyrande and Malfurion, who were trying to stop the evil warriors, the death gods with war scythes roared towards them.
Floating in the air, they formed a frightening torrent of darkness.
"You want to protect them?"
The great lord's finger seemed to have pulled the trigger. The next moment, the roaring gods of death waved their war scythes and let out silent laughter in the darkness. Like a tide that drowned everything, they rushed into those who were trying to save.
and among the elven soldiers who fought back.
"It's a pity...the method is wrong..."
The moment the soul-stealing death army rushed into the battlefield, the great lord withdrew his eyes from the battlefield. He looked at Illidan who rushed towards him again. He looked at Illidan who was calling for the power of the moon god to protect him.
Tyrande, who had as many tribesmen as possible, flashed a light in his ice-blue eyes, and the figure of the great lord appeared behind Tyrande like dark lightning. Under the roars of Illidan and Malfurion
, Tyrion said softly:
"You don't want to become a devil... is it because of her? What a pity, you put shackles on yourself... But this is a wrong fate..."
The dark sword in Tyrion's hand was swung high, and Tyrande's face, wrapped in the power of the moon god, also turned pale at this moment.
