Although this line was exactly the same as in history, Maidog was already familiar with it and could recite it, but he still couldn't help but complained in a low voice: "In your eyes? Haven't you seen that Illidan has been blind for ten thousand years?"
Tyrande, who was next to him, almost choked on his own saliva. He secretly pinched the palm of MacDonald's hand and reminded him in a low voice: "It's our allies who are taking care of things now."
"I know……"
Over there, Illidan, who had just come back to his senses and understood the current situation, frowned.
He finally played secret infiltration in the Twisting Nether, and he was having a good time, but suddenly he was interrupted by such a magic stick, and even his soul was pulled back. You can imagine his dissatisfaction.
Hey! You big golden lightbulb, you don’t have to speak if you don’t know how to speak.
Illidan suppressed his anger and bared his shark teeth: "I gave up that talent a long time ago."
What he recalled was the scene in which he had his eyeballs forcibly gouged out during the War of the Ancients when he pretended to seek refuge with Sarras, and two evil eye ridges were ejected from the withered eye sockets...
Pain, mania, uneasiness, and all kinds of negative emotions are irrepressible and want to be vented.
He was getting more and more unhappy.
Where did the Alliance find the goddess?
If he hadn't caught a glimpse of Tyrande's graceful figure in the distance, he wouldn't have even wanted to say more nonsense to Zeira.
"Don't you want to take back what you lost and become a complete thing?" Zela, the pyramid scheme leader, continued to induce, even his voice was full of temptation.
Illidan accidentally caught a glimpse of Tyrande and MacDonald's fingers locked together.
It hurts! It hurts so much!
Even though he had learned about Tyrande early in the morning through private messages with his demon hunter who was imprisoned in the Watcher's Prison, when he actually saw this scene, he still felt a little pain in his balls.
He forced himself to look at Zeira and said solemnly: "I'm not interested in this - the destruction of the Legion is my lifelong pursuit."
As soon as these words came out, not to mention Velen and Turalyon who were not far away, even the Alliance heroes who were watching the ceremony from a distance, and the Alliance bosses who were watching the live broadcast in various places, all secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
If Illidan keeps his word, at least resurrecting Illidan cannot be considered a mistake.
The holy light in Zela is strong, and those who are familiar with her tricks will know that she has secretly begun to brainwash her: "My child, you have paid so much, but you have gained so little. Your potential, your salvation, lies in you.
In front of you...put aside your broken evil body and embrace the power of the Holy Light."
Unknowingly, the Holy Light was like a barrier, tightly surrounding Illidan from all sides.
Illidan subconsciously took two steps back, looked around, and the anger between his eyebrows became more and more obvious: "I once exchanged my freedom for power. Don't even think about it..."
Before he finished speaking, Zeira said with a tone like a judge, leaving no room for doubt: "The prophecy - must! Must! Come true!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a golden shackle of holy light tightly bound Illidan, making him unable to move, and his whole body was forcibly pulled into the air.
Not to mention the other big guys in the alliance, even Viren, the old bastard, immediately realized that Zella had gone too far.
The foundation of the alliance is "seeking common ground while reserving differences" proposed by McDonald.
Different races and countries have different beliefs and pursuits. You can go to the other party's home to preach, but you must not force the other party to believe in your own religion by force. For example, forcing the druids of the Natural Sect to believe in the Holy Light or something like that.
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After Illidan said the words "I will destroy the Burning Legion", he was equivalent to returning to the night elves. If Zera took action again, it would be too much.
"Oh!?" Turalyon subconsciously reached out his hand to stop him.
It's too late!
The prosperity of Zera's Holy Light began to refuse the approach of beings other than her and Illidan.
Her voice sounded more and more fanatical: "Your past life will become a cloud of smoke, and the Holy Light will create a new you."
"Ah!" Tyrande subconsciously drew out the longbow, and the smile on the corner of MacDonald's mouth was like a wonderful pause, forcing Tyrande to stop her movements.
After being together for so many years, she dare not say that she knows Mr. Mai very well, but she has a thorough understanding of his little actions - every time Mr. McDonald smiles like this, someone must be in trouble, and it is definitely not the one who seems to have the upper hand now.
The one.
Gritting his teeth, Tyrande put down the bow.
Sure enough, in the next second, McDonald's hand touched the back of her hand, which was to ask her to calm down.
Over there, how could Illidan be so timid?
A magician who ran out of nowhere threatened to kill him, but also wanted his soul to succumb to the Holy Light of Laoshizi?
What kind of interstellar joke are you kidding?
I have been planning a great project for N years, how can I let this piece of shit Naru like you ruin it?
Illidan roared: "You want my life? You are not qualified -"
"The Holy Light will heal your scars!" Zera's voice was like a hundred thousand bells, ringing in Illidan's ears.
Illidan struggled wildly, and the shackles of the Holy Light made a sharp crackle in the face of his violence. His roar was reminiscent of the ancient ferocious beasts that roamed the ancient Azeroth continent: "The scars created
My true self——"
Just as he broke free a little, the shackles of the Holy Light tightened again.
"The Holy Light is your destiny -" Zella's low voice of judgment had a certain sense of destiny that was hard to resist.
The Holy Light flourishes!
Like the sun falling into the mortal world, the brilliant golden light dazzled thousands of spectators unable to open their eyes.
Anyone would think that Zera had won.
At this critical moment, Illidan's final stubbornness broke out!
That's an ancient Kaldorei saying.
Although the translation into common language "My destiny is controlled by myself" is also very domineering, when McDonald heard it, it suddenly became——
"My! destiny! depends on! I! do not! depend on! God!"
Secondary 2!
Too average!
No matter how many times I listen to it, I will feel like my chuuni soul is burning!
The next moment, a huge amount of evil energy that Zera had never imagined surged out from the depths of Illidan's soul, and every evil energy rune on his body glowed with a strange green light.
What burst out from those eyeless eye sockets was the Demon Hunter's ultimate move——
The dynamic death ray, no, it’s [Eye Prism Ray]!
This is a world where spiritual power manifests itself. When a middle-aged teenager masters the self-hypnosis skill of "I think I am invincible in the world", then everything is possible.
Under the gaze of everyone, the sacred golden light of Zera, the majestic Mother of Holy Light, was suppressed by Illidan's green eye ray.
In McDonald's field of vision, the golden light on Zera standing on the left shrank rapidly. It felt like the size of the holy light was suddenly increased from Z to A.
This... such a big holy light is actually an inflatable fake?
This is false propaganda!
Among the big guys present, except for McDonald, no one had the time to think wildly. They subconsciously covered their eyes with their hands until the ultimate showdown between evil energy and holy light triggered a huge explosion.
"boom!"
A few seconds later, when everyone recovered their vision from the bright light, everyone was stunned.
Zera, the Mother of Holy Light, exploded. She couldn't find a single thing in her body that could be called a Naaru fragment, and was completely shattered into golden beans. And Illidan fell to the ground dejectedly...
