Chapter 1112 Illidan style reaches the stomach in one step
It's not that Sarlayan doesn't want to kill Anasseron with his own hands here. Through the previous two rounds of fighting, both Sarlayan and Valeera realized a troublesome fact.
It is difficult for their attacks to cause fatal damage to Anasseron that can truly break through defenses.
Taking advantage of the fact that Anersalon was not familiar with their fighting styles, Sarlayan and Valeela could use their tacit cooperation to catch him off guard and inflict some innocuous minor injuries on Anersalon.
But as the saying goes, too much is never enough.
If he continues to struggle with Anersalon, once he gradually becomes familiar with the tactics, it may be Sharlayan and Valeera who suffer the consequences.
But before leaving, Sarlayan finally gave Anerselon a "surprise" who had just landed in embarrassment.
"boom!"
With a sharp explosion, the newly assembled siege hellfire was dismantled into stone parts by Sarlayan with two swords.
This unlucky giant structure was extinguished before it could even erupt the fel flames in its body to cause damage to the forest.
"Roar!"
After being humiliated by two mortals in turn, Anasseron finally got up from the ground, and the anger in his heart reached its peak.
But when he roared with red eyes and tried to launch a counterattack, there was no trace of anyone in Anersalon's sight, and all he was left with were fragments of the siege hellfire that had lost its response and whose flames were gradually extinguished.
"Ah!! Damn mortals! I must find you! Tear you to pieces!"
"Oh? So you are very confident in your own strength?"
Anathelon's roar was interrupted by a very evil and strange male voice. Anatheron, who was in a rage, needed to vent his anger. He waved his claws and rushed towards the person who made the sound without even being seen clearly.
"Um?"
Aneseron, who had already assumed a forward posture, suddenly showed a look of confusion on his face. He saw a demon "colleague" with two horns but a very unfamiliar appearance.
"Who are you?"
"Ha~"
There was a sarcastic look on this "colleague"'s face, and he raised his left hoof to face Anasseron, who was charging forward and could not stop.
"bump!"
With a hoof, he knocked Anasseron to the ground, who had not yet raised much of his guard. The new demon showed off his blade, which was already shining with the brilliance of evil energy, and a cruel smile appeared on his face.
"The person who took your dog's life!"
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Time goes back a few minutes.
While Sharlayan and Valeera were fighting Anersalon, Illidan easily penetrated the defensive barrier laid by Anersalon with the power of the same source of evil energy, and held it with his hands without hesitation.
The head of Gul'dan was suspended on the ceremonial stage.
"Is this the lifelong legacy of the orc warlock, the fel artifact that contains a large amount of information about the Burning Legion?"
Illidan was in no hurry to absorb the power of the Skull of Gul'dan.
He first used the demon hunter's unique ghost vision to scan the area and confirmed that there was no living person before he started taking formal action.
The Skull of Gul'dan is the most important relic after the death of the great warlock Gul'dan. It stores Gul'dan's lifelong knowledge and all the evil energy concentrated before his death, including the part of the external evil energy that caused his death.
As Illidan draws out the energy stored in the Skull of Gul'dan, massive amounts of evil energy flow into Illidan's body along with knowledge.
Under the infusion of evil energy, Illidan's original night elf body underwent drastic changes.
The devil's unique curved horns grew on his head, his legs were covered with long black hair, his humanoid feet turned into devil's hooves, and a pair of ferocious flesh wings spread out on his back.
If it were Sharlayan's choice, he would never let himself transform into such an ugly demonic form just for the sake of gaining strength.
Moreover, this method of pushing back the growth will overdraw the potential to a certain extent, and in the long run, the gains outweigh the losses.
But Illidan doesn't care about this, what he needs is quick power.
Potential? At worst, he can just find other ways to absorb more evil power in the future. He doesn't have the time to squeeze his potential and grow slowly. What he wants is to get to his stomach in one step.
Well, literally one step to the stomach. At this time, Illidan's size has far exceeded the category of mortals.
By using tricks that stifled his potential, Illidan passed the threshold that had blocked Sharlayan for so long and officially entered the realm of demigods.
Not everyone can learn this method, and not everyone can accept it. At least Sarlayan will never use this method to break through the bottleneck.
But... I have to say that although the twisted melon is not sweet, it quenches thirst.
Sarlayan and Valeera were unable to deliver a fatal blow to Anersalon due to the gap in realm, but Illidan, who was promoted to a demigod demon, could.
This was one of the reasons why Sharlayan deliberately lured Illidan to Felwood. He could not trust that a Dreadlord who was good at sneaking and infiltrating had been making small moves in the rear of the battlefield.
When Sharlayan and Valeera circled around and returned to the place where they fought Anersalon, Illidan had already grabbed Anerselon by the neck and lifted him into the air.
At this time, Anasseron's body was covered with large and small cuts, and the heart area of his left chest had been pierced. He was breathing out more than he was breathing in, and he was about to die.
Illidan obviously noticed the approach of Sharlayan and Valeera, but he didn't take it seriously at all.
"Ah ah ah ah ah!!"
In front of the two of them, violent waves of evil energy erupted from Illidan's palm. Anasseron's body was ignited by the evil energy flames injected into his body, and he screamed and turned into ashes and scattered in the wind.
"Hmph~"
Illidan, who was completely demonized, raised an evil smile on his lips, turned around and looked at Sharlayan and Valeela meaningfully.
"I don't know for what purpose you spread the information to lure me here. In terms of the result, I want to thank you for giving me the opportunity to make up for the time wasted in the previous ten thousand years."
"Say it."
Illidan inserted the double blades of Azzinoth into the ground, crossed his arms and asked the two of them: "What do you want me to do? As long as it does not violate my creed, I can help you."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Illidan will do anything to achieve his goals, and many people think that his actions are very extreme, but he is not stupid at all, and is even very shrewd.
There is no free lunch in this world, and Sarlayan must have asked for something when giving him such a big gift.
Sharlayan was not surprised by Illidan's straightforward speaking style. He had already known the nature of the demon hunter through the barrage.
"First meeting, Mr. Illidan Stormrage, I am Sharlayan Deepshadow, Duke of Quel'Thalas, and this is my partner Valeera Sangunar."
"You may not know much about the world situation ten thousand years from now. To put it simply, you can think of us as the descendants of Dath'Remar Sunstrider."
"oh?"
Illidan raised his eyebrows slightly: "Dath'Remar? That kid is a rare high-level elf that I can respect. I see. Was it he who founded Quel'Thalas in Maiev's mouth?"
Despite Illidan's repeated jumps between Azeroth and the Burning Legion during the War of the Ancients, his purpose has never changed.
Illidan despised those highborne traitors who betrayed the interests of Azeroth and joined the Burning Legion. He admired highborne elves like Dath'Remar and Ravencrest who dared to stand firm in their beliefs and move forward bravely.
Because Illidan has a very weird temper, he has very few friends, and Dath'Remar is one of those very few.
It was precisely because of this personal relationship that Dath'Remar obtained a bottle of Well of Eternity water from Illidan, and after crossing the ocean, he created the Sunwell in Eversong Forest, which the high elves relied on for their livelihood.
Before Arkandor became popular, the Sunwell had been protecting the high elves from evil addiction for more than seven thousand years.
The high elves do not have to make a living by absorbing the power of demons like the compatriots of Elrethalas, nor do they need to take risks like Shandara and offend the blue dragon, bringing about the disaster of annihilation for themselves.
From this perspective, Illidan views the descendants of Dath'Remar's people more favorably than his own night elves.
Illidan had no interest in Sharlayan's dukedom, and he nodded calmly to Sharlayan and Valeera.
"I remember your names, Sarlayan and Valeera."
"I don't like to talk nonsense in roundabout ways, just tell me your demands directly."
Sarlayan smiled and spread his hands: "What a coincidence, I don't like unnecessary pleasantries, so..."
Sarlayan gradually put away the laughter on his face and said seriously to Illidan: "I'll keep the story short."
"You should also know that your current form is no longer suitable for living with the night elves. I don't think you have the interest in getting along well with the 'compatriots' who have imprisoned you for ten thousand years."
"snort!"
Illidan snorted coldly: "Indeed, what do you have in mind?"
Sarlayan said straight to the point: "I want to make a deal with you."
"I can provide you with a good place to stay, so that you can build up military forces that have always been loyal to you, and I can even provide you with some capital to get started."
"In exchange..."
A gleam flashed in Sarlayan's eyes: "You have to help me defend that world and build it into an outpost to defend against the Burning Legion's invasion again."
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