Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 1670 38. When it comes to Azeroth, you have to be the most affectionate, Brother Egg!

"The Aldecians, war machines in the star sea, unyielding rebels, conquerors of the starry sky and demon slayers, rebels who refuse gifts."

Illidan quickly entered the underground arsenal.

Although he didn't have a pair of eyes to see everything in front of him clearly, but with the perception of a great demon hunter combined with the touch of his fingers, he still allowed him to read the demonic inscriptions engraved on the wall.

Demons are brutal creatures.

They will never understand gentleness and retreat, and will only obey powerful forces.

It is enough to prove how powerful this war race that perished in the stars a long time ago is that the cruel demon can leave such an explanation for the Aldrachi in this almost "singing" way.

Their presence makes the demons terrified!

Even after their civilization and world perished, legends about them still circulated within the Burning Legion.

From the demonic runes on the wall, Illidan knew the legends about the Aldrachi. A brief summary is that in the era when the Burning Legion was raging on the stars, when countless worlds were destroyed by demons and evil energy, the invincible demons Repeated failures at the hands of the Aldrachi.

The Burning Legion was beaten to death in that war world, and the shame even reached Sargeras.

The Dark Titan soon took an interest in these warriors of war, and entered the Aldrachi stronghold in the form of an avatar, recruiting them personally, and bestowing upon them the supreme honor of becoming the first titan guards of the Dark Pantheon.

But the aldrachi see such a solicitation as a humiliation.

Their leader rejected the Dark Titan on the spot and challenged him to a duel, which Sargeras readily agreed to demonstrate his might.

In that broken world, the war commander of the Aldrachi fought against the Dark Titan with his warblade. He was not only passionate and brave. Taken the cunning way.

At the moment of feigned submission, he struck violently, tearing apart the Dark Titan's avatar, letting his blade drink the blood of the gods.

That was the last cry of the Aldrachi.

Their resistance angered the Dark Titan, and Sargeras himself came across the stars, and with his sword he shattered the world and its proud warriors.

It is said that on the day when the Aldrachi world was destroyed, all the warriors ushered in their end with war songs, and they launched the final assault on the fearful demons amid the cheers of war.

From the beginning to the end, no aldrachi bowed their heads to the Burning Legion.

This kind of story is of course very suitable for Illidan's appetite. After "reading" these inscriptions with his fingers, he developed a sincere respect for the civilization that he had never seen before.

As one of the few beings who actually saw Sargeras, Illidan still can't forget the trembling and timidity that came from the depths of his soul when he faced the Dark Titan.

He knew that if he was in that situation, he might resist to the end, but he definitely couldn't be as firm as the Aldaki people.

What you can't do but others can do, proves that others are better than you.

In this regard, Illidan has been very clear.

He turned back in a very respectful manner, feeling in the dark the last of the aldrachi warglaives stored on the several weapon racks in front of him.

The shape of these blades is very different from the elven blades of Azeroth.

They are the most cherished treasures of the Aldrachi. After Sargeras destroyed the Aldrachi civilization, these powerful weapons that drank the blood of demons were regarded as the most elite trophies, and were collected by demons from every corner of the ruins of the world. Shipped to Argus.

Kil'jaeden is responsible for distributing these weapons to the demon's warriors.

There were thousands of war blades they got at the beginning, and only the bravest and most ruthless demon commanders are eligible to be awarded such weapons, but more than 20,000 years have passed, and there are still dozens of war blades left here. It can be seen how unruly these war blades are.

Even fraudsters can't find a good way to use them.

Illidan could feel the remaining will on those war blades, just as Bu Laike said, although the Aldrachi were dead, their fighting will was stored on their weapons.

When they sensed that another challenger who was overwhelmed was coming to try to get the blade, those unyielding wills were awakened one after another.

They turned into strange angry spirit bodies, quietly sizing up the elf in front of them in the darkness. After realizing that this elf was a fel energy user and a half-demon, these Aldaki people's scrutiny was more or less tinged with disdain. disdain.

They hate demon walkers.

Whatever the noble purpose of harnessing fel energy, being tainted is tainted, and an impure warrior is a shame to the power of wrath.

Illidan felt the contempt.

He didn't explain anything, just moved his body and silently prepared for battle.

If he wants to explain his way of hunting demons, he can't use words, he can only use words that these violent elements who are still unwilling to rest in peace after death can understand.

That's fighting!

"Hey, you seem to need a weapon. You can't go into battle with bare hands. Those aldrachi war spirits will eat you alive."

Bu Laike's voice sounded from behind. The pirate grabbed two Warglaives of Azzinoth, the special edition of Moonlight God of War, which were shining with moonlight. He complained:

"And why don't you turn on the light! It's so dark, you can see. Uh, I forgot that you are a disabled person, sorry, I didn't mean to."

Talking coquettishly, the pirate put away the beautiful Moonblade, took out two moonblades prepared for Maiev from his luggage, and threw them to Illidan.

The weapon forged by Ignis the Furnace Master is just the original embryo, without the magic hunting runes attached, but it is strong enough to be used by Illidan to complete this challenge.

"Thanks."

Illidan accurately caught the two whirling moon blades, responded with a cry, and started to rush towards the nearest aldrachi spirit body.

The wraith grabbed his war blade and let out a deep roar, collided with Illidan head-on, and the other aldrachi war spirits gave out battle cheers.

This made the whole treasury extremely cold in an instant.

These irredeemable belligerents rejoiced at the fierce battle, and they had not seen such a tough challenger for a long, long time.

The warriors were ashamed of the demonic bastards who used all sorts of evil methods in an attempt to defeat the invincible aldrachi.

However, amidst the noisy cheers of these war blade spirits, there was a very strange war blade that remained dead silent.

The pair of war blades was placed on the independent platform at the highest point of the arsenal. Its sharp blades were covered with various battle marks, and it looked very simple without any decoration.

If it wasn't placed here, Bo Laike would definitely think it was worthless when he saw it on the side of the road.

But looking at how it was held in high esteem by other war blades, one could tell that this unassuming war blade was definitely the weapon used by the leader of the Aldaki people back then.

It was he who tore open the body of the Dark Titan and drank the blood of the gods.

This can be seen from the black marks on the edge of the weapon. Even after more than 20,000 years, the traces of the blood of Sargeras still haven't faded.

It quietly stayed on the weapon table in an aloof manner, and the undead body in it was dormant. Obviously, it had no interest in the challenge of Illidan's warblade.

Just like a titan wouldn't be interested in fighting between ants.

"boom"

Illidan's double-bladed sweep and eye ridge spray defeated the first Warblade Spirit that stood in front of him. That guy was very difficult to deal with, even if it was only a weak spirit body, it still left behind the big demon hunter. Got several wounds.

The edge of the moonblade, which is theoretically impossible to be destroyed in Brother Dan's hand, is already full of pits and pits, as if corroded.

It seems that the legendary rumors that the warblades of the Aldrachi have special powers are true, and this power can cause terrifying damage to the enemy through the transmission of weapons.

The Spirit of War Blade defeated by him was also straightforward.

He didn't resist anymore, but made a strange courtesy to Illidan full of respect, and then returned to his war blade, which floated in front of Brother Dan, as if waiting for his grasp.

But Illidan shook his head.

He "looks" towards the Supreme Blade placed at the highest point, and that is his goal.

But as Illidan stepped forward, the remaining Glaives hung up in unison, and one after another the aldrachi war spirits appeared to block his way to the Supreme Blade.

"The Aldrachi are a typical military civilization, Illidan, they have a clear hierarchy between them, and any communication across classes is considered an offense."

Sitting on the back steps grabbing a handful of Pandaren five-spice stir-fried melon seeds and eating happy cloth Laike reminds:

"If you want to talk to the Supreme War Commander, you have to pass the trials of other fighters first, that is to say, you have to defeat them one by one.

In addition, according to the customs of the Aldrachi people, once you start this challenge, you cannot stop halfway, otherwise it will be regarded as giving up.

There are thirty-seven war blades and thirty-seven war spirits here. You have to fight thirty-seven games before challenging the Supreme Blade. With all due respect, even you will die here.

So, do I need to buy a pirate insurance from me? "

Bu Laike bit a melon seed and found no nuts in it, cursed unhappily, then whistled:

"The beneficiary writes my name. Uh, forget it, let's write Tyrande's name."

"It's not necessary."

When Illidan heard this terrible challenge, he didn't show any special expression. He "looked" at the pockmarked Moonblade in his hand, put the weapon aside, and stretched out his hand to hold the first one that he conquered in front of him. Aldrachi Glaives.

As soon as he got the hand blade like the hand blade used by the assassin, Illidan's spirit was refreshed by the blessing of the war spirit, and his wounds healed quickly.

The big demon hunter did a few piercing and slashing movements on the spot to adapt himself to this new weapon.

He said to Bo Laike in a hoarse voice:

"Considering that I may indeed die, I can only tell you my last words in advance. If I unfortunately die in this challenge, please take my bones back to Suramar and bury them in the place where I was born. .

Although that place has been destroyed by war, Maiev knows where I was born.

If I die here, don't give me a funeral.

A loser doesn't need to be remembered.

You have to tell the victims to let Altruis take my place and continue to lead the Illidari to fight against the demons until the day of final victory.

If I die, take all the Glaives I have acquired and give them to my men, I trust they will use my legacy well.

If I die, apologize to Malfurion for me.

My immaturity got my big brother into a lot of trouble, even after I nearly killed Jarod, he did everything he could to keep me alive.

I know, that's against his code, but he did it anyway.

I don't have a good relationship with him

But I'm really lucky to have such a loved one. "

Bu Laike nodded, and patiently listened to Illidan's last words. He waited for a few seconds before asking in confusion:

"Huh? This is the end? Hey, don't talk halfway, you and I both know that there is another important person you haven't mentioned, are you really going to take your thoughts to the grave?

It's boring for you to be so appetizing. "

The pirate said in a drawn out voice:

"It's just you and me here, what are you afraid of, I'm a well-known keeper of secrets, and a gossip-ridden person like me hates those gossiping gossips the most.

Do you think I'm going to spout out what you most want to say to Tyrande?

Do not worry.

I am very strict.

Come on, come on, brother egg, say what you want to say most before you leave, it will give you a lot of confidence, especially in the face of such a difficult challenge. "

Under Bu Laike's constant temptation, Illidan struggled a little, but seeing that the stubborn bastard was still unwilling to reveal his heart, Lord Thousand Tongue Demon immediately became angry.

He mobilized his thoughts of truth, entangled in Illidan's mind bit by bit, constantly "teasing" him with tickling methods, until after a minute of silence, the great demon hunter finally sighed.

While preparing for battle, he took out the little dried yellow flower that he regarded as a treasure, kissed it lightly on his lips, handed it to Bu Laike, and whispered:

"Okay, tell Tyrande for me."

"I have been recalling the past, and in some weak moments I have tried to go back to the moment when the three of us fought side by side. I know that Tyrande's faith and trust in me have gradually lost over the long years.

Like Malfurion, she also came to believe that the choices I made led me into darkness.

But the path I chose has only one purpose, and that is to save my world, not just because the world needs warriors. Only in a peaceful and beautiful world can she enjoy the beautiful life she deserves.

In the darkest age, we joined forces and did everything for Azeroth. I really respect Tyrande, her beliefs, and her dedication.

Although she is disappointed in me.

But my trust in her has never wavered.

I want Tyrande to take care of Malfurion, to take over the duties I never did to my family, and in the end, though in every dream I've had for the past ten thousand years, I've wished Tyrande's heart would do it from time to time. Come up with another option.

But in the end, I knew she was right.

This kind of me can't bring happiness to anyone. I'm just a fire used to fight against darkness. Although it can also bring light, it will still burn everyone who is close to me.

I know that if she chooses me, then all I can bring her is tragedy. That's not the kind of future a loving man wants the woman he loves to have.

Malfurion is better at her side than I am, I"

Illidan's words stopped, and Brother Dan also noticed something was wrong.

He turned his head and stared at the pirate with a murderous attitude. The latter laughed and disappeared into the darkness before Illidan threw his warglaive and stabbed him dead.

"I'll bring the word! But you'd better survive, Dude."

Bu Laike shouted:

"There are some things you have to say to her yourself, as affectionately as just now, my God, if I were Tyrande, I would cry to death hearing these words.

It has to be you. "

"Dog pirate! Just wait!"

Illidan cursed as if breaking his defenses, but then he took a deep breath, grabbed his war blade and looked at the Aldrachi war spirits watching the excitement in front of him.

In the end, Illidan's will came into contact with the Supreme Blade, and the dormant will of the Fearless seemed to sense that the real battle was about to begin.

A gigantic and ruthless will awakens on the Supreme Blade.

He looked at Illidan.

After a few seconds, he said disdainfully:

"Another bastard who succumbed to Sargeras, pathetic blind loser, I'll tear you apart with my own hands!"

"But I will be kinder to you, Dauntless."

Facing the scolding, Illidan sneered, Brother Dan spread his wings and said softly:

"I will do what Sargeras failed to do."

"I will conquer you!"

(end of this chapter)