Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 372 81. On this day, Bu Laike finally remembered another job he had forgotten

"It is said that Illidan Stormrage is not a quiet person, he is like a raging fire that will never be extinguished, and will burn everything he doesn't like.

I heard that the man named Illidan did terrible things in Black Rook Hold ten thousand years ago.

He ruthlessly sacrificed the entire Moon Guard, absorbed enough magic power from them, and after destroying a powerful demon lord with his own hands, he angrily reprimanded everyone present. "

Bo Laike crouched on the ground around the platform like a coroner, deftly scavenging for loot from the corpses of the naga.

He took off a cold coral ring from Mistress Axisa's finger, looked at it in front of his eyes, whistled, and threw it into his bag.

He picked up the weapon held tightly in the six palms of the mistress Naga.

He said:

"I could even repeat his scolding back then, he accused everyone including Kurtalos Ravencrest, the lord of Black Rook Castle who single-handedly promoted him and valued him very much.

He said they were blind, unable to see the real threat, and only cared about meaningless victories or defeats.

It's wrong to curse people casually. I guess that man named Illidan must not have known at that time that he would lose his eyes soon.

But he's always been that way.

From the moment he was born until the last bad thing he did, he was a person with great ideas, a person who would never give up when he set his sights on the goal.

He is a very stubborn, hopeless person.

Even because of this, he betrayed his relatives and relatives, and he didn't regret it. "

Bu Laike stood up and walked to the other Naga Warlord's body. This guy was even worse, the spine in the snake-like body was broken by the huge force.

It was extremely painful to die.

The pirate held the red coral trident held by the Naga warlord in his hand, waved it left and right, and felt it was easy, so he carried it on his shoulder, intending to take it back and throw it to Mem as a reward.

He looked back at Illidan Stormrage, who was sitting cross-legged in the center of the platform with his back turned to him, maintaining a quiet meditative posture like a spell caster, not caring at all that he was in a pile of corpses.

Bu Laike was silent for a few seconds and said:

"So, did I read it wrong? Or is there an error in the story? If you are really the Illidan who is like a raging fire, you should behave more domineering and arrogant when I come over.

But now you are so peaceful.

After strangling the naga with his own hands, he sat among their corpses, behaving like a melancholy sage.

Could it be that the Archdruid Malfurion Stormrage is in front of me, and not his brother?

This is not the meeting scene I imagined.

This is far from it! I feel nothing at all! It's like attending a fan meeting excitedly, only to find out that your idol is a scum who likes to stab people with toothpicks!

Also, what happened to the most professional group of wardens in the world? With such a dangerous prisoner as you, why not put you in shackles?

At least a fel stone seal should be arranged, right?

Did they just let you move freely? "

After Bu Laike babbled a lot, Illidan Stormrage, who hadn't responded all this time, finally spoke. This old elf with a red cloth blindfold on his face, who has lived for more than 10,000 years, said in his signature voice:

"You are very noisy."

"Ha, you finally spoke, you lost."

Bo Laike stretched out his finger, pointed at Illidan, and laughed.

He said:

"Talk to me, demon hunter. The watchmen are coming back soon, I can't stay here for too long, by the way, do you know that your group of loyal subordinates have been killed by Suramar The big bad guy took it away.

A big bad guy called Elisande, she's pretty bad.

She is trying to turn the dark walkers you trained by yourself into her vanguard of war, and she is poaching your corner.

Are you not angry? "

"not angry."

Illidan answered briefly:

"The Illidari's mission has been done for now, and when the War of the Ancients is over, my followers deserve to rest and enjoy peace. They are held here for my sake.

That's what I owe them.

Warriors should enjoy a time of rest before the next demon enters the world. As for Elisande, I'm not worried about her taking my companions.

I never demanded loyalty from my companions, nor did they follow me for loyalty.

Each of them is very clear about their mission.

It's the same with or without me. "

"Uh, I guess they don't think so, after all, they all call themselves your 'servants'."

Bu Laike shrugged, blinked again, and said:

"I didn't mean to provoke you, Illidan, but didn't you smell something from me when I was near you?

Which kind of taste haunts you, keeps you up all night, makes your heart surge, and makes you want to stop.

Why didn't you pounce on me the first time? To thrust your scorching weapon into me? Am I not attractive to you? "

"You mean evil energy?

Indeed, before you walked in, I could smell the magic power with the smell of sulfur, but restraining the desire to hunt is the basic skill of every qualified hunter.

This is especially true of Demon Hunters, where hunting without restraint will only send us to a self-destructive hell. "

The blind old elf chuckled, and responded in Salas:

"But you have so much evil energy, it's not worth my attention to you. You can walk in here and not be killed by Maiev, which proves that she doesn't think you are a big threat.

Maiev is the best hunter I've ever seen, and I trust her judgment completely.

In addition, I can feel that your body can hold ten times and a hundred times the evil energy, but now there is only this little bit, which proves that you have been resisting the evil energy from entering your body.

It's hard, I haven't seen a race of pirates.

I saw a lot of spellcasters who were tempted by evil energy ten thousand years ago, each of them was stronger than you, but they couldn't resist the temptation, you resisted.

This rationality and calmness alone is enough to make me forgive you.

Rather than killing you, I'm more curious, where does the evil energy in your body come from? After 10,000 years, your race has studied fel energy, are you going to repeat the mistakes of the elf empire? "

"Very well, our conversation has finally progressed."

The pirate stepped forward boldly, approached Illidan Stormrage, and said:

"I know that in the elven empire 10,000 years ago, there was already research on warlock magic. In Queen Azshara's court, there were many warlocks transformed from arcanists who worked day and night to study the magic of evil for her. mystery.

You did a great job back then.

While destroying the Well of Eternity, Queen Azshara's research results on fel energy were completely destroyed, basically eliminating the inheritance of warlock magic in Azeroth.

However, the warlock magic I have learned is not inherited from the elven empire.

It's from another world.

Brought into Azeroth by a group of invaders called orcs, the beginning of that war took place seven years ago, in our human territory, on the land of the Eastern Kingdom.

We fought the orcs for seven years, and finally defeated them, captured them, and drove them back to their world half a year ago.

hiss."

When Bu Laike said this, he had already walked around in front of Illidan. With the light of the blazing long sword, he saw the watchman's spell on Illidan's arm, chest, and neck.

Those spells should come from the divine arts of the moon god priests and the natural magic of the druids. They covered Illidan's upper body like living creatures.

It merged with the dark green magic pattern on his body.

The watchmen didn't let Illidan Stormrage move freely in the cage. They didn't put shackles on Illidan because they didn't need those things.

The spell in front of him is absorbing the evil energy in Illidan's body all the time. It is quite amazing that he can still maintain his current vitality after being drawn like this for 10,000 years.

It's all like this, Brother Dan, can you still strangle these Naga who are trying to take you away?

How fierce are you?

It can only be said that he deserves to be the man who was favored by Sargeras and bestowed with strength by the fallen titan himself.

"What? Are you scared?"

Illidan Stormrage raised his head slightly, as if he didn't feel the pain of these spells on his body at all, and he was more likely to be used to it.

He raised his head and "looked" at Bo Laike with his eyes covered with red cloth blindfolds.

Say:

"If you are caught by them, you will probably be treated like this, pirate."

This is a bad joke!

But no doubt about it.

Bu Laike didn't think that if he was caught in the Watcher's Crypt, he would taste the "super VIP treatment" in front of him. He shrugged and said:

"Which eye of yours saw that I was frightened? Uh, sorry, I forgot, you are blind, you rely on perception, not eyes.

Sorry to poke you sorely.

But let's move on to that topic.

Those orcs, those orcs who invaded the human kingdom, they are very big, very green, very wild, but their number is very small, logically speaking, with their number, it is impossible to push human civilization to a dead end.

But they did.

Do you know how they do it?

Let me tell you, it was a big man who was once called the "benefactor" by them. Through a ceremony, he used some not so "civilized" methods to forcefully pour the violent power that does not belong to the orcs into into their bodies.

Their entire race is polluted by that power.

They are like moving sources of pollution.

After spreading this filthy and violent power in their world, and drying up their world, it entered our world under the leadership of the dog legs of the "Benefactor""

The pirate paused.

He observed Illidan's expression, which had become serious.

Apparently, Illidan Stormrage understood what kind of story Bo Laike was trying to tell him.

"The demons were defeated by you 10,000 years ago. They were defeated in Azeroth. This was considered a shame by them. Their hatred burned in the Twisting Nether, and they didn't think about revenge for a second.

The world beneath our feet is a thorn in their side, a thorn in their flesh"

Laike folded his hands behind his back, bent down, and lowered his face to a position one meter in front of Illidan. He looked at the elf sitting cross-legged in front of him.

Say:

"In addition to being a pirate, I am also a prophet. My idol, Illidan Stormrage, I, the prophet, came here to prophesy a terrible truth that you have not yet discovered.

The demons ten thousand years ago were not planning a conspiracy, let alone waiting for an opportunity.

They're back!

Seven years ago, when the Dark Portal was erected in the cursed land of the Eastern Continent, they had returned! Only this time, they took a smarter approach.

They are trying to use the orcs to fight a proxy war

When you willingly put on the invisible shackles made for you by your big brother and your lover, and exile yourself in this cage, before you realize it, another war with the devil has broken out in this world.

And this time, this war.

You are absent! "

In the pirate's words, Illidan's expression suddenly changed very strangely. He raised his head and "looked" at Bo Laike, as if to confirm this statement.

After a few seconds, he asked back:

"They, are they back?"

"They never left."

The pirate stood up straight and responded in the solemn tone that a "prophet" should have:

"Perhaps you should go to Dalaran, the magical city-state of humans, and read the records of the mages there, and you will know that during the ten thousand years of your self-imposed exile, demons have been infiltrating this world.

Illidan Stormrage, I am a mourning crow, bringing you bad news from afar.

But, enemy of the devil, your ten-thousand-year imprisonment is over.

Just today.

This world needs your strength! "

Under Bo Laike's gaze, a strange smile appeared on Illidan's thin face, and as the lips parted outwards, sharp demonic teeth loomed in his mouth.

His throat was moving up and down.

Like a thirsty and hungry person smelling the most delicious food. It was like a skinny and skinny tiger lying on its back in the dark, opening its eyes at this moment.

He is very hungry.

He is very thirsty.

But he didn't need food and water to live, what he was craving, what he wanted to devour, was something more terrible.

"It's been a long truce. It's been ten thousand years."

Illidan stood up with difficulty, stretched out his hand to clasp the watchman's spell on his arm, and while pulling hard, pulled the living creature out of his flesh and blood, and threw it aside.

The demon hunter moved his body.

The manic aura that was so familiar to Bu Laike returned to this elf, so the pirate said to the elf in front of him with a look of joy and relief:

"Then, welcome back to the battlefield, Illidan Stormrage. I think you may need some supplies before you set foot on the battlefield. Weak warriors do not win.

Fortunately, I have brought you what you need most.

I think, a seasoned fighter like you must be willing to pay the necessary price for victory, right? "

(end of this chapter)