With ordinary killing, the demon's soul can easily return to the twisted void. As long as you hold a thigh, it is not a problem to immediately resurrect.

But the fight between the demons is a bit bad!

In particular, the other party actually has the power from the origin of Sargeras...

"No, no, no! Don't kill me! Don't..." Above the heart, which was stinking black blood, it seemed like a little doll-sized soul begging.

But Illidan, who turned into a black demon, showed a cruel smile that looked more like a demon than the Demon King of Fear.

"I want to see your eternal death more than letting you go. Hehe! Hehehe!" In the grim smile that seemed like a night owl, Illidan squeezed the heart of the leader of the Fear Demon King.

Then, in an instant, he used his left hand to punch countless punches at the body that began to kneel down!

The surging impact of dark power easily knocked this body that made countless creatures tremble to the scum!

The next moment, a black light rose into the sky.

The wronged souls who were once killed and imprisoned by Ticdios began to escape from their soul cages and scattered everywhere.

These Illidans don't care at all.

Even if he changed back to the form of a night elf, he was still enjoying it.

Enjoy the supreme pleasure of powerful power flowing in every inch of blood in your body.

He laughed loudly, holding up the broken heart, letting the blood of the Demon King pour on his head, face, and into his mouth.

He wants to taste the sweetness of this victory.

Feel the crazy killing carefully until...

"Illidan?" The sudden scream made Illidan's whole body stiff, and he couldn't believe his ears.

right!

He is so crazy!

Too selfless!

Even Tyrande and Malfurion, as well as the sentries and druids they brought to this destroyed battlefield, did not know when.

At least four-digit night elf compatriots witnessed his transformation from a demon back to a night elf.

That's right!

Illidan could ignore the eyes of all his compatriots, because at the beginning of the day when they convicted him ten thousand years ago and sent him to the black prison, they were no longer his compatriots.

However, he could not ignore Tyrande's eyes, from caring to loss, to sadness.

"Tyrande, I...I...I..." He said three words of "I" in a row, and wanted to say "I'm not wrong, I'm all for you Tyrande." But in the end, Illidan chose to remain silent.

At this time, all the excuses will be just pale and powerless nonsense.

His pride hidden in his heart did not allow him to bow to any existence, even the Tyrande style he had always loved deeply.

He held his head high and looked straight at Tyrande.

He was telling her right with his eyes! This is my way! I am not wrong!

Illidan handed over the power of choice to Tyrande.

Tyrande's slim body was shaking constantly, and she was the one who opposed the opposition and insisted on releasing Illidan. In order to save Illidan, she even killed Mavie Yingge's subordinates, and had a disagreement with the night elf hero that was comparable to the heavenly chasm.

But how did Illidan repay her redemption?

Be willing to fall!

Use the power of the demon again!

A stronger and more crazier power than ever!

Even though his starting point was to help her, he even killed an obviously very powerful fear demon king for this.

Unfortunately, Fa is unkind. If he is indulged in this way and he will continue to stay in the clan, it will be the collapse of the entire night elves' rule order.

Gritting his teeth, tears, and indignation, Tyrande suddenly raised his head, and his clear voice echoed throughout the Ferwood Forest.

"Illidan*Raging Wind! Although you obeyed the orders of Tyrande*Yufeng, the high priest of the Moon Temple, to clear the demons in the Felwood Forest, and to kill a fearful demon king, you have failed my trust in you, violated the natural doctrine of the Night Elf, and use the evil powers of the demons at will."

Tyrande took a step forward: "Eight thousand years ago, for the upper elves who also abused magical powers, for the people like Das Rema, who refused to obey the will of Eluen and Senarius, our final decision was to be exile. So, despite your heart to serve the world, we cannot accept your behavior and methods."

Tyrande took another step: "I am here to sentence you as a high priest to be sentenced to exile! Once you are hostile to the Night Elves on the battlefield, we will give you a merciless blow! Are you convinced by this sentence? "

It is impossible to describe Illidan's feelings at this moment.

Have any hope?

Despair again?

Not willing to be bound?

Abide by one's true heart?

Maybe, there is anything.

However, Illidan knew that the once beautiful childhood and youth were gone forever.

And for this life, he was destined to never get Tyrande's love.

But, he doesn't regret it.

To Tyrande's answer, he only has one word

"snort!"

Is it disdain?

Is it contempt?

Is it a counterattack?

Or something else?

No one knows.

More than a thousand elite elves saw a back as unruly as a lone wolf.

No one knows that it will be the birth of a new legend or the opening of a horror legend.

Looking at the former Night Elf Powerful Man and the childhood sweetheart of the High Priest, leaving the Night Elf Clan in this way, every elves' heart was filled with strange feelings.

Illidan has left.

With the large army, Tyrande walked on the forest road, which was the road to Mount Hygar.

"Malfurion, I..."

Before she could finish her words, she was interrupted by Malfurio: "You are not wrong! Your starting point is good, and you have given him a chance, but he just doesn't cherish it."

Tyrande was silent.

Malfurion continued: "There is no time to be sad. According to the prophet's prophecy, at most three days, the main force of the Burning Legion will land. The night elves can only look forward now."

"Um."

"Yes, I heard you've seen that Duke?"

"That was... fifteen years ago. I went to help with the former guardian Egvenla, because I was called by Alextasa, and I couldn't refuse."

Alextasa, Isera and Nozdom are the three guardian dragons, and they are the extra-staff patron saints of the Night Elf clan.

One gave them the world tree.

One lets them fly in the emerald dream.

There is another life that has given them eternal life.

As long as they do not violate Elune's will, the night elves will rarely refuse their call.

"No, Tyrande, what I'm concerned about is, what kind of person is that league commander Duke Marcus?"
Chapter completed!