He had worked hard to find Zella. Originally, she and her Legion of Light would become powerful reinforcements for the Alliance and even the entire world of Azeroth.
He never expected that before this powerful talker could unleash her power, the argument would go from online to offline, and what seemed like a verbal duel would turn into 'don't leave after school'.
The most outrageous thing is that Zera, who seemed to have the upper hand, was suddenly killed by Illidan, who had just been resurrected and was theoretically still in a weak state.
Turalyon was going crazy.
"What have you done? You will kill us all! Betrayer-" Picking up the two-handed sword, Turalyon strode forward and was about to strike Illidan with a sword.
At this critical moment, Tyrande was shocked to find that her man had stopped her again.
"you……"
Sure enough, there was a "Duang" sound.
Turalyon's hysterical attack was blocked by Illidan, who grabbed the edgeless part of the sword with his claws.
Illidan, who had just killed Zera, turned his head tremblingly, and his voice, which should have been weak, contained some incomparably powerful power.
"Your faith has blinded you. There are no prophets in this world. The only one who can save us is ourselves——"
This time, it was Turalyon's turn to have his pupils tremble.
No prophet?
No prophecy?
That's right, the leader of the Holy Light Legion is gone.
Didn’t her predictions also turn out to be lies?
Then what is the purpose of our countless years of fighting in the twisted void?
An overwhelming feeling of confusion swept over him, clinging to Turalyon's heart.
He felt that everything he had believed in for so many years was beginning to collapse. His strong arms also became weak.
At this moment, if Illidan wanted to kill Turalyon, it would be a matter of one move.
Unfortunately, Illidan would not do this. He set his sights on the woman beside the well that he could dream about every midnight - Tyrande!
His throat was shaking slightly. Even though Illidan had thousands of words hidden in his heart, when he reached his mouth, not even a single word came out.
Heroes such as McDonald's and Tyrande arrived hand in hand, which immediately caused subtle changes in the situation on the field.
You Zela kept making prophecies and so on. I'm sorry that you have the same origin as our Holy Light Church, and you also led troops to support. For the sake of being a guest from afar, you can temporarily give up the control of the situation. But you Zela messed up.
If you try to control Illidan but you will lose your life, then don't blame our alliance for regaining control of the situation.
Turalyon could join the Legion of Light, but just because he was from Lordaeron, McDonough had natural command over him.
Seeing MacDonald's approach, Turalyon and Velen were discouraged, bowed, and stepped aside.
In order to suppress Illidan, McDonald's not only brought Tyrande, the "Egg-Defying Noble Phantasm", but also Maiev and Arthas, two great killers. He was really not afraid of a single egg turning the world upside down.
.
The green fire in Illidan's eye sockets was his eyes. Through the black cloth tied to his eyes, he still used his 'eyes' to examine the approaching McDonald.
After being imprisoned for ten thousand years and lurking in secret for many years, Illidan had already figured everything out.
He was just unwilling to admit defeat. Even though he was weak, he still held on and stood up tremblingly, puffing out his chest and facing McDonald.
"Are you here to call me to justice?" This is the serious ancient Kaldorei language.
McDonald and others came to stand five steps in front of Illidan.
Everyone didn't do anything, they didn't even disperse, but just the strong aura that hit their faces made Illidan afraid to do anything at will.
McDonald curled his lips and said, "Whose fault is it? Is it her fault for using the Holy Light to invade the spiritual sea of the alliance's top leaders, including me, without their consent?"
"..."
Illidan didn't say anything, but McDonald's words won his favor. If it weren't for the hatred of stealing love, Illidan might not have the intention to talk to McDonald's for a few more words. Unfortunately,
With a Tyrande standing between them, it was destined that they would never be friends.
McDonald continued: "Zera said that you are the key to the destruction of the Legion. It just so happened that I got a glimpse of it from your configuration of the Illidari Demon Hunters. Now that the Burning Legion has come to Azeroth again, I have no clue.
So much time spent playing games with the Riddler. Tell me, Illidan, whether you and the Alliance have the same goal of [destroying the Burning Legion]."
Illidan is worthy of being a great man with the word "Unruly" engraved on his forehead. At this time, he still has the thought to ask: "So what if it's not? So what?"
McDonald spread his hands: "If not, I will kill you and all your men immediately to prevent you from becoming an accomplice of the Burning Legion; if yes, come up with something to convince the alliance leaders! I will immediately convene a throne meeting.
, publicly rehabilitate you and your men, the Alliance can even accept you and all your demon hunters, and even demon men."
Simple and neat!
Never be sloppy!
I am the leader of McDonald’s Alliance, Riri Wanji!
I don’t have time to play an anti-routine dark hero game with you.
"..."
Even if Macdonald has done this, Illidan is still hiding him, so he will probably be beaten to death.
Illidan finally relented when he saw Tyrande's pityful and pleading eyes.
He bit the shark's teeth, punched his left palm with his right hand, and said in a deep voice:
"My demon hunters have obtained the latest space coordinates of the Burning Legion's home planet Argus. Now Kil'jaeden has been resurrected and he is in the Tomb of Sargeras. As long as I defeat him and get a key item, I will have
Find a way to break the space between the planets Ai and Argus. In this way, the fleets of your mysterious friends can ignore the space jump interference and directly reach Argus without going through the twisted void."
"Very good, you and your men will get a formal alliance establishment and fair treatment." McDonald nodded, then turned around and left.
McDonald made the decision on the spot, but Illidan was stunned: "Wait?"
"What?" McDonald stopped and looked back.
"You...you just believe me like this?"
A chuckle came from the stalwart figure.
"Huh? So, you lied to me?"
"Of course not!" Illidan gritted his teeth.
"So, do you need any special reason to trust a real man who would rather die than lie?" McDonald waved his hand gracefully and continued his steps.
One sentence made Illidan lose his mind.
He stretched out his hand towards the retreating figure, as if he wanted to retain something or express something. Finally, Illidan withdrew his hand and turned to Tyrande with a wry smile: "Sure enough, only such a man is worthy of you.
Entrust it!"
Tyrande was startled, then smiled brightly like a bright spring: "Yes!"
