Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 1825 51. Courage after Seeing Despair

"This Illidan is really unlucky, and he is also stupid and bold!"

The figure of Bu Laike walked through the gaps in the void and quickly rushed to the ruins of the great temple on the great plain of Suramar. He left the little murlocs chosen by God to help and protect Maiev, and ran forward at the fastest speed.

While walking through the gap between the void and the material world, he complained in his heart:

"When Lord Sargeras is already close to the Azeroth star field, he dared to summon high-level demons on his own initiative. Isn't this rushing to send the cleans he washed to others' dinner plates?

The new surgeon doesn't have the aura of the lower-level demon servants to act as a protective color to disguise the soul, and summons high-level demons as soon as he gets started, which is almost like looking for death with a searchlight in the twisting void.

What a bold man.

I remember I taught him this taboo. Um, should I? "

A few seconds later, Bo Laike, who had seen the silhouette of the Great Temple under the night in the void gap, pursed his lips again. He already felt that Illidan's soul was being pulled into another realm.

Instead of stepping forward to save people, Bu Laike slowed down:

"Hey, my poor egg brother, it seems that you still can't escape this fate, I still want to gather an archdruid Illidan, it seems that there is no chance.

The title of 'betrayer' is really not so easy to grab. "

Before he finished speaking, Bo Laike, wearing a traveler's hood, jumped out of the crack and appeared beside Illidan, who had fainted before the summoning ceremony in motion.

He squatted down, checked Illidan's situation, and then glanced at the abnormally fast spinning summoning ceremony in front of him. He could feel a familiar breath from the shrinking fel energy gate.

It seems that Lord Sargeras has chatted with this bold little elf.

If this was fate, Bo Laike felt that it was better not to disturb the process. After Illidan finished talking with the boss, he entered the venue to communicate with Sargeras.

If he is lucky, he can complete the most important task ten thousand years ago tonight, and he will be free for the rest of the time, so he can spend more energy on talking about love with Maiev.

This is also a big deal.

On the other side, in the Twisting Nether, Illidan's spirit bowed its head.

It wasn't that he was already like this, nor was he afraid to see people. The main reason was that the mysterious will in front of him was too strong. Even if he looked directly at his body in the spirit state, he would feel that he was being ignited.

Illidan had felt the aura of high-ranking demons on the battlefield, and he recognized the aura of those high-ranking demons, but the one in front of him obviously exceeded all of Brother Dan's cognition.

Compared with the aura revealed by him, the dread demon king Tichondrius, who died tragically on the battlefield a few days ago, is like a firefly.

Brother Dan already knew who the existence in front of him was.

This is what Azshara has always wanted to summon, the dark god that belongs to the demons. No wonder Queen Azshara, such a proud ruler, also bows down before her eyes.

In the wildest dream of the young Illidan, he did not dare to imagine the existence of this kind of power. He just stopped in the dark sea of ​​stars, and the nearby suspended stars had changed their trajectory and began to revolve around his flames and gradually burned. .

"Why so silent? Little elf, speak out your wish, be bold, don't be restrained."

Lord Sargeras seemed to be in a good mood today.

He was even willing to spend time chatting with this weak creature like an ant, and Illidan's silence surprised him.

In his view, mortals who can actively summon high-level demons have something to pray for, and his eyes can also see the uniqueness of this soul in front of him.

The combination of the pride hidden in the bottom of my heart and the desire to do great things exudes an aura called "ambition".

The Dark Titan is very familiar with this breath.

The Burning Legion under his command is full of such things.

But the God of Darkness is also very generous. He who controls the authority of evil energy does not dislike ambitious people, and is not stingy in bestowing power on these ambitious people.

The premise is that these ambitious people have to show their value, just like Kil'jaeden and Archimonde in the world of Argus, Sa always spends a lot of money on capable talents.

And the soul in front of him undoubtedly belongs to that kind of talented "little guy", which is much more interesting than the soft-boned "spokesperson" Archimonde found in Azeroth.

Facing Sargeras' inquiry, Illidan was under a lot of pressure.

He didn't think his thoughts could hide from the God of Darkness in front of him. A fear of imminent death and annihilation beat his heart. At this fatal moment, Illidan thought strangely in his heart:

Perhaps it wasn't a bad thing that Tyrande broke the agreement between him and his big brother today. If he was going to die tonight, at least Tyrande knew what he wanted.

And after he died, Malfurion would definitely take care of Tyrande, so he didn't need to worry about that.

He seemed to have nothing left to regret.

Thinking of this, Illidan's bones welled up with a bachelor's energy, he raised his head, endured the burning pain and said to the dark god in front of him:

"I am not praying to the devil for power, nor do I need the power of the devil, the dark god, I just want to summon the devil to get some information to help my comrades.

I want to beat you guys!

I want to protect my world, and I have enough reasons to protect it. "

He uttered these words tremblingly.

After finishing speaking, Illidan was ready to be crushed to death by Mr. Sa's finger, but to his surprise, Sargeras was not angry because of Illidan's roar.

On the contrary, He felt that this answer was so boring.

"Another 'hero' who is overconfident, another hero who is willing to kill in the name of protection, and another ignorant with hope.

The stars are already filled with threats and corruption, but you only see demons in trouble.

But I don't blame you for being short-sighted.

It's not your job, it's my job. Little elf, you are not the first to speak out against my legion, nor will you be the last. "

The Dark Titan said in an emotional tone:

"You don't even know what you and your world are dealing with. You want information, right? Come on, open your eyes and see."

After Mr. Sa's voice fell, Illidan felt that his sight was drawn by a force into the world and the stars. He saw the "truth" behind this war from a more intuitive third-party perspective.

He saw that the gate of fel energy on the Well of Eternity, surrounded by highborne and demon wizards, was growing and expanding every day, and he saw countless heavily armed demons striding out of the gate of other worlds from Xin Azali Go to the battlefield.

He crossed the gate of the other world.

I saw a broken planet suspended in the stars like a corpse, and densely packed on that planet was a ruthless army of destruction.

Every legion has a commander, and each commander is as powerful as Tichondrius.

Behind the demon star Marton, which was the hub of the legion, a dozen large portals continuously concentrated the power of the Burning Legion from all over the galaxy.

This is not a base camp, it is just a transit point.

Under the guidance of Sargeras, Illidan's vision came to a world bigger than Azeroth through another portal, but this world has been corrupted by evil energy from the heart of the world, and this world is scattered between heaven and earth. It is full of surging and erupting fel energy magma, and a head of big Balrog is being born from that magma.

Under the shadow of the Burning Throne on top of the world, the sea of ​​demons that made Illidan's scalp tingle rolled forward on the ground, which has surpassed the concept of "number".

That even made Illidan unable to think for a moment.

But it's not over yet!

His gaze was guided to walk through the demon palace of this fel energy star, and finally came to a strange palace. Huge fel energy crystals were beating and flashing like a heart, and demon souls emerged from the Twisting Void was led here, and was reborn under the power of corrupting the world.

Illidan even saw with his own eyes the dreadlord Tichondrius, who was crushed to death by Huln Highmountain on the battlefield of Suramar, weakly re-condensed from the tide of the fel heart.

"They are immortal!"

This truth hit Illidan's soul directly, and he was dizzy as a bomb exploded.

At this moment, the pride of the so-called "war hero" became extremely ridiculous in his heart, as if the tragic war that he and his brothers fought so hard to win was so trivial.

victory?

Shit victory!

None of the demons really died, and the sacrifices of Lord Ravencrest and the Rebels and the demigods and dragons merely sent them home.

"plop"

At this moment, Illidan's spirit body swayed and limp in front of the Dark Titan, like a defeated warrior, an undisguised despair surged into his heart.

His performance was completely in line with the Dark Titan's expectations. The master of fel energy and the strongest creature in the stars also lost interest in this defeated elf.

But he still believes that this strange elf named Illidan Stormrage has the talent and potential to do great things, and he may become a glorious member of the Burning Legion.

Then the Dark Titan asked:

"Then, little elf, now, are you still willing to dedicate everything to your world that is bound to be destroyed?"

Illidan didn't answer right away.

He was very desperate, but he was not completely crushed as Sargeras expected, because he knew that there was also a wandering god in his world.

Bu Laike Shaw.

That nasty, evil guy, who makes people want to punch him in the face, his character may be questionable, but his strength is real.

The Emperor Shaohao and the Monkey King who were traveling with him had told Jarod that Bu Laike was a hidden god, but Illidan didn't believe this.

But now, he is willing to believe it.

If Laike is a god, then perhaps there is hope for Azeroth.

But now, Illidan's most urgent task is to bring back everything he saw. He must inform the coalition leader of the Burning Legion's biggest secret.

There can no longer be a meaningless frontal battle like the Battle of Suramar, which is meaningless except for sacrificing warriors in vain. They must adjust their strategies in time and use the most elite forces to close the portal.

Otherwise it will be too late.

To do this, you must first survive.

Illidan gritted his teeth, he stood up, and in the glory of Sargeras, he shouted:

"Then there is only one answer."

"I will be loyal to you! Great dark god, I am willing to be your servant and dedicate everything to you. A world that is about to be destroyed is not worth my efforts, but .

But your servant has a small request. "

At this moment, Brother Dan was crazy about his acting skills. He half-truthfully prayed to the great existence in front of him:

"I hope that your Legion will leave a way for my big brother and my love, the only family I have, as they destroy miserable Azeroth.

For this I offer you my soul. "

"What do I want your soul for?"

Sargeras waved his hand boredly.

This action suddenly accelerated the rotation of the surrounding stars, and also caused several planets to splash out the core magma during the burning and turn them into star sea ruins.

Another soul chose to submit, but this did not make the Dark Titan happy, just as the destruction that had been carried out for tens of thousands of years did not make Sargeras smile.

Destruction is never the goal, it is only a means of last resort.

That's nothing to be proud of.

The dark titan said dispiritedly:

"Serve the Legion, Illidan, your talent and your potential will open up a stage of promotion for you under my command, and maybe you can become my right-hand man in the future.

But now you are undoubtedly too weak, you need strength, and I have always been generous. "

In the next moment, Illidan's spirit body was suddenly pushed back into his body, and the pure evil energy that followed poured into the fleshy Q-bomb body of the young Dange in a surging posture like a tide.

His skin was cracked like those demons.

It seemed that what flowed in his body was no longer blood but magma, violent evil energy entangled in his flesh and blood, and the arcane spell that drove away the weak endowed him with stronger power.

In this vague and painful "promotion", Illidan heard the voice of the dark god, who said:

"Your eyes are very unique, and your empress also has such rare eyes among the stars, which means that you are all blessed creatures of the world, and you are born to shoulder a great mission.

I'll keep it for you."

"No, I don't! I don't need it anymore."

In the pain, Illidan felt his whole body was burning, every inch of flesh and blood was being turned into ashes, and at the same time, it was nourished by the evil energy and regrown into a stronger body.

He howled like crazy:

"I no longer expect to be a great man, and I don't want to be a savior. The world doesn't need a savior. A savior can't save the world. Take it away, take it away!

I do not need it anymore. "

"Hehe, with such an extreme character and such a decisive farewell, I'm starting to like you, little elf."

Sargeras let out a deep laugh, and the next moment, as Illidan wished, a surge of fel energy rushed into his eyes.

Under the peaceful gaze of Laike next to him, a dark green flame burned through Illidan's rare eyes, and while burning out the pupils, he endowed him with a pair of killing eyes that only high-ranking demons can control.

"It seems that you have a good talk."

Bu Laike ejected a breath of life and enveloped the weak and painful Illidan, making him temporarily dormant, and then put his will into it the moment the fel door closed in front of him.

The dark titan on the opposite side is ready to leave.

But at this moment, he stopped in the midst of the stars, and turned around in a surprised gesture.

In front of his eyes, where Illidan Stormrage had just been, there was a dim ray of moonlight, and in the moonlight, a figure with a black hood was standing with his hands tied.

In the distorted void where it is impossible to produce shadows, the face of the Silent One with its fangs and claws is polluting the burned starry sky, and the tide of truth in the lightless sea roars and sprinkles bursts of waves.

A smile curled up at the corner of Sargeras' mouth. He raised his left hand, and a molten giant sword grew out of the flames. He said:

"God of the Void?"

"Well done! I'm bored."

(end of this chapter)