Azeroth’s Death Track

In Felwood Forest, the defeated demons are hiding in every part of this long and narrow forest, and in their original base camp, Shadowhold, there are many elite demons hidden. After losing the command of Maronos, These demons began to fight on their own, and were beaten all over the ground by the coalition forces attacking from the south and the elf army attacking from Mount Hyjal.

But the number of demons still had an advantage, like a big cake, with the size of the night elves or the coalition army, it was almost impossible to eat it all in one go.

However, the most painful time was finally passed. The news of the counterattack gave the night elves who had been hit hard recently a chance to vent. After confirming that the demons would not pose a threat to the holy mountain, all the legions of the night elves started Big counterattack.

But some gossip always makes people feel uneasy, such as the conflict between Ms. Tyrande and General Shandris, or the rumors that are spreading rapidly among the civilians that Luna no longer responds to the prayers of Luna priests For a civilization of faith, there is no more terrible news than this.

As for the death of the demigod Cenarius and the disappearance of the archdruid Malfurion, these two news were also spread among the upper echelons of the night elves. It still caused some turmoil in the entire night elf society.

Some of these insightful people have already sensed that the changes in the environment of Azeroth are about to affect the always closed night elf civilization, but how to adapt to this change, or to seize this opportunity, is still a question. The biggest problem facing the night elf civilization.

It is said that Ms. Tyrande has been shutting herself in the Temple of the Moon God for the past few days. She is longing for guidance from Elune, but in fact...no one can guide her anymore.

From now on, the night elves are on their own.

But to be honest, these turmoil has not affected the army, at least not Mr. Illidan. This guy who has only recently reappeared in the eyes of the night elves is a very complicated person. People resist him for some reasons, but this does not It will not affect the brutal strangling of demons by Illidan and his followers.

crash

A pair of black wings, very similar to demon wings, spread out behind a night elf wearing a blindfold. This guy with green magic patterns on his body jumped down from the hillside with a sharp moon blade in his hand, like Like a flying predator, he swung the moon blade and charged into the group of demons gathered below. The double blades in his hand staggered towards the tallest demon, and the vigorous evil energy shone from his body. Like a pair of sharp scissors, the moment he landed, interlaced green light blades flashed away in the crowd of demons.

With just one blow, at least 7 demons were killed.

The moment this guy landed, a pair of wings opened suddenly, his slender body was suspended in the air, and the eyes under the black eyepatch burst out with scorching light like artillery. The spurts from both eyes were several meters long, burning the roaring demon in front of him in an instant, so painful that he couldn't live without it.

This strange combat technique and that terrifying lethality all prove that this is a strange profession that was rarely known before...

Yes, this is a demon hunter, the path of darkness created by Illidan Stormrage, a dark walker born only to hunt demons, sacrifice his eyes to gain the ultimate perception of any demon, and use his body as a means to seal the demon's soul Cage, and draw terrifying power from those imprisoned powerful souls, use the evil energy of the demons to fight, and when necessary, you can also merge with the demons sealed in the body...

They are almost the natural enemies of the devil.

In just ten minutes, all the demons in a camp were killed by this slender figure. He wasn't even injured, just a little tired.

Altruis, your skills have regressed.

A hoarse voice sounded in the darkness not far away. The moment he heard the voice, the demon hunter immediately stood up straight, and said to the night elf walking out of the shadow with some shame:

Yes, Lord Illidan... The long-term confinement has reduced my control over the demon soul in my body. It is resisting me. I still need some time to suppress it again, but please rest assured, Lord Illidan, I won't let you down!

You've always been like this, Altruis.

Illidan stood in the destroyed demon camp, the dark red cloth on his face looked a little weird, he said to the follower in front of him:

I trust you as much as before. You are my best disciple, Altruis. Your heroic performance in the Battle of the Ancients is still in my heart, but times have changed after all. Ten thousand years ago The strength is no longer enough to deal with this strange era...Altruis, tell me, how many of our companions are still awake?

This heavy question made Altruis a little sad, he said softly:

Not much more, Lord Illidan. Many people have been backlashed by demon souls during the long-term imprisonment. The first thing we do when we leave the cage is to end their lives with our own hands... Now the only ones left who can fight Me, Nessariel, Thras, Arantine, and the crimson blade Loramus Salibides, Thelonus the criminal, and finally the only recruit special who survived the war that year Larius, but he's in such a bad situation that I don't even dare to play him.

Illidan didn't speak, and this tough leader also showed a sense of melancholy at this moment. After ten seconds, he said softly:

In the Illidari Legion, only we, the last dark walkers, were left...It's so sad! Our compatriots obviously don't want us to continue to guard them...Are you lost? Altruis? After ten thousand years of hard imprisonment, have you ever regretted following me?

No! No!

The slender night elf demon hunter shouted:

No one regrets it! Lord Illidan, we are all avengers who escaped from the ruins of the War of the Ancients. We lived to kill demons. You gave us the power of revenge and guided us. No one will regret it! In fact, I am honored to be able to stand here and continue to fight for my people!

It's not enough, Altruis, it's not enough.

Illidan bent down and picked up a charred skull from among the burned demon bones. He put the skull in front of his eyes and said softly:

Our compatriots are rejoicing at defeating the demon again, but only you and I know that this victory means nothing... The Burning Legion will come again, and by that time, who can our weak compatriots rely on? We paid our lives for this, Altruis, and it will be difficult for us to save them...we need more power.

Go, scatter out the companions who can still fight, and look for warriors in the Kaldorei army who are willing to embark on this cursed dark road. When the devil enters this world the next moment, I need an army! One An invincible army, an invincible army!

Obey! Lord Illidan!

The night elf with a strong ascetic temperament beside Illidan responded loudly, but before leaving, he asked again:

Lord Illidan, what about Telarius? According to our experience, this brave new recruit should be hard-pressed to withstand the next wave of demon soul's backlash. Do you want to...

No!

Illidan shook his head:

I'll watch him, Altruis. If he really can't stand it, I'll relieve him with my own hands. Go ahead and do what you should do.

Altruis quickly disappeared into the shadows. These demon hunters have both the violent fighting posture that warriors should have and the super agility of assassins. They are like perfect hunters. In reality, they are almost synonymous with invincibility, but unfortunately, their number has withered too much after ten thousand years.

Illidan was still standing in the burnt ruins, he was as quiet as a sculpture, after a few minutes, Illidan threw the demon skeleton in his hand aside, he whispered:

Have you seen enough? An outsider. That annoying warden is not here. Once I decide to kill you, there may be no one who can save you.

I just want to see more about what kind of person Illidan Stormrage, the dark walker who was praised in his grandfather's handbook, is.

A gentle voice sounded in the shadows behind Illidan. With the flash of magic light, Kael'thas, the Sun King wearing a fiery red phoenix robe, strolled out of the darkness. The Flame Strike hanging on Kael'thas' shoulders and around Kael'thas' waist continuously shone with fiery red light, as if reminding his sword-bearer... how dangerous the night elf standing in front of him was.

Kael'thas stared at Illidan in front of him, he said softly:

Now it seems that grandfather's praise of you is not unreasonable. Even if everyone misunderstands you, you are still willing to protect them with all your strength.

You are a true hero, Mister Illidan.

Oh? A hero?

Illidan turned around, and he made a mocking sound:

That's probably because your grandfather didn't record the horrible things I did...Young high elf, you should be a descendant of the Sunstrider family. I once fought with Dath'Remar Sunstrider in the Battle of the Ancients Having fought, your ancestor was brave and wise, but his thirst for magic...was his greatest weakness...

Under Illidan's dark red eyepatch, there was a slight green light shining. He seemed to be examining Kael'thas in front of him. After a while, he shook his head:

It's a pity that you inherited his desire for magic... that desire is destroying your body and will, and maybe hundreds of years later, you will become a monster because of it! So... what is your name? Child.

Kael'thas...

The Sun King ignored Illidan's hidden threats. He didn't come here for this, but he knew that the magic addiction in the bones of the high elves couldn't hide from these ancient monsters, especially a guy like Illidan. Already sensitive to the extreme.

Mr. Illidan, I'm not here to waste your time and mine, so let me just say it straight.

The Sun King brushed his fingers on the sword hilt at his waist, and he said frankly:

My grandfather recorded many things. I read all his notes. Among them, I discovered an amazing secret about you... I know that ten thousand years ago, it was you and your brother , and Ms. Tyrande used the dragon soul to detonate the Well of Eternity, but in my grandfather's diary, it is recorded... Before the Well of Eternity exploded, some people quietly kept a part of the Well of Eternity well water.

A hint of longing flashed in Kael'thas' green eyes, and he coughed lightly:

My people and I need the water from the Well of Eternity in your hand, and we need it to rebuild the Sunwell, so... make an offer, Mister Illidan, and you can take what Quel'Thalas has everything of.

Well...it seems that Dath'Remar has recorded a lot of incredible things.

Rubbing his chin, Illidan said in a playful voice:

That's right, I have the water from the Well of Eternity in my hands. Although it's not much, it's definitely not much, but you have to understand, Kael'thas, a man like me, a martyr who dedicated his life to bitter ideals , I don't need much to fill my heart... You say you and your people will give anything for hope?

Hehe, let us see how much you can pay...

what would you like?

Kael'thas' face became serious, and across from him, Illidan snapped his fingers:

I need a legion, I need to rebuild my Illidari... I need soldiers, and your innate magic addiction determines that your body can tolerate fel energy much better than any other race ...You see, I am an easy man, Kael'thas, give me 1,000 qualified demon hunters, and I'll give you a bottle of well water.

Oh, let me explain in advance that the training of demon hunters is very cruel. My little Kael'thas, the cruelty is beyond all your imagination of hell. According to our experience 10,000 years ago, it is necessary to harvest 1,000 Qualified demon hunter, you must give me at least... 50,000 people!

A cruel smile emerged on Illidan's face, he looked at the silent Kael'thas, and said softly:

50,000 martyrs, in exchange for the hope of an entire race, it's worth it, isn't it?