Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"The Aldaqi, the war machine in the stars, the unyielding rebels, the conquerors of the stars and the slayers of demons, the rebels who refuse the gift."

Illidan soon entered this underground weapons depot.

Although he did not have a pair of eyes to clearly see everything in front of him, using the perception of a great demon hunter and the touch of his fingers, he could still read the demonic inscriptions carved on the wall.

Demons are cruel creatures.

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

To be able to allow the brutal demon to leave such an explanation for the Aldaqi people in such a way that is almost a "sing of praise" is enough to prove how powerful this war race that perished among the stars a long time ago is.

Their presence makes the devil tremble!

Even after their civilization and world perished, legends about them continued to circulate within the Burning Legion.

From the demonic runes on the wall, Illidan learned about the legend of the Aldaqi people. A brief summary is that in the era when the Burning Legion was raging across the stars, while countless worlds were being destroyed by demons and evil energy, the invincible demons Repeated defeats at the hands of the Aldaki.

The Burning Legion was beaten to a bloody head in that war world, and this shame even reached the ears of Sargeras.

The Dark Titan soon became interested in these war warriors. He entered the Aldaqi's fortress in the form of an incarnation, personally recruited them, and gave them the supreme honor of becoming the first Titan Guards of the Dark Pantheon.

But the Aldachi viewed such solicitation as a humiliation.

Their leader rejected the Dark Titan on the spot and asked him for a duel, which Sargeras readily agreed to show his power.

In that broken world, the war commander of the Aldaqi held his own war blade and fought against the Dark Titan. He was not only passionate and brave. After realizing that he was no match for the Dark Titan, the Aldaqi warrior A cunning approach was taken.

At the moment of pretending to surrender, he attacked violently, tearing the incarnation of the Dark Titan apart, and let his war blade drink the blood of the god.

That was the last word for the Aldachi people.

Their resistance angered the Dark Titan, and Sargeras himself came across the stars and wielded his sword to smash the world and those proud warriors into pieces.

It is said that on the day when the Aldaqi world was destroyed, all the warriors ushered in their end by singing war songs. In the cheers of war, they launched the final assault on the timid demons.

From beginning to end, not a single Aldrazi bowed his head to the Burning Legion.

This kind of story is certainly very popular with Illidan. After "reading" these inscriptions with his fingers, he developed a heartfelt respect for the civilization he had never seen before.

As one of the few who has truly seen the life of Sargeras, Illidan can't forget the trembling and timidity from the depths of his soul when facing the Dark Titan to this day.

He knew that if he were in that situation, he might resist to the end, but he would never be as determined as the Aldaqi people.

If you can't do something that others can do, it proves that others are better than you.

In this regard, Illidan has been very clear-headed.

He turned around in a respectful manner, feeling in the darkness the last few Aldrazi glaives stored in the weapons racks in front of him.

The shape of these glaives is completely different from the elven glaives of Azeroth.

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

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

They originally received thousands of war glaives. Only the most brave and ruthless demon commanders were qualified to be awarded such weapons. However, more than 20,000 years later, there are still dozens of war glaives left here. This shows 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 Black said, although the Aldaqi people were dead, their fighting will resided in their own weapons.

When they sensed another overestimating challenger coming to try to obtain the war blade, those unyielding wills awakened one after another.

They turned into strange angry spirits and looked at the elf in front of them in the darkness. After realizing that the elf was an evil user and a half-demon, these Aodaqi people looked at it with disdain and disdain. disdain.

They hate demon walkers.

No matter what noble purpose it is to seize evil energy, to be tainted is to be tainted, and an impure warrior is a disgrace to the power of wrath.

Illidan felt the disdain.

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

He couldn't explain his method of hunting demons in words, he could only use words that could be understood by the violent men in front of him who still refused to rest in peace after death.

That's fighting!

"Hey, you look like you need a weapon. You can't go into battle bare-handed. Those Aldaqi war spirits will eat you alive."

Blake's voice sounded from behind. The pirate grabbed two special editions of the Azzinoth Warblade and Moon Night War God that bloomed with the brilliance of the moonlight. He complained:

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

With rude words in his mouth, the pirate put away the beautiful Moon Blade, and casually took out two Elementium Moon Blades prepared for Maiev from his bag and threw them to Illidan.

This weapon created by Ignis the Furnace Master is just a prototype without demon hunting runes attached, but it is strong enough and is perfect for Illidan to use to complete this challenge.

"Thanks."

Illidan accurately caught the two spinning moon blades, responded, and started to rush towards the Aldaqi spirit body closest to him.

The wraith grabbed his war blade and let out a low roar as he collided with Illidan head-on. The other Aldaqi war spirits gave out battle cheers.

This made the entire treasure house become extremely cold in an instant.

These hopeless militants cheered for this fierce battle. They had not seen such a fierce challenger for a long, long time.

In the past, those demonic bastards always used various evil methods to try to defeat the invincible Aldaqi people, which made the warriors feel ashamed.

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

The war blade was placed on an independent platform at the top of the weapons arsenal. Its blade was covered with various battle scars, and it looked very simple and devoid of decoration at all.

If it hadn't been placed here, Blake would have regarded it as worthless when he saw it.

But looking at the way it was held in high esteem by the other war blade stars, one could tell that this unspectacular war blade was definitely the weapon used by the leader of the Aldaqi people.

It was it that tore open the body of the Dark Titan and drank the blood of the gods.

This can be seen from the black traces on the edge of the weapon. Even after more than 20,000 years, the shocking traces of the Blood of Sargeras have not faded.

It stayed quietly on the weapon platform with an aloof attitude, and the undead spirit body in it was dormant. Obviously, it had no interest in Illidan's Glaive challenge.

Just like a giant would not be interested in fighting between ants.

"boom"

Illidan's double-blade sweep coupled with eye-beam spray defeated the first Glaive Spirit that stood in front of him. That guy was very difficult to deal with. Even though he was only a weak spirit, he still left a mark on the Great Demon Hunter. suffered several wounds.

The blade of the Source Moon Blade, which is theoretically impossible to be destroyed in Brother Dan's hand, is already pitted, as if it has been corroded.

It seems that the rumor that the Aldaki people's war blades have special power is true. This power can cause horrific damage to the enemy through the transmission of the weapon.

The Blade Spirit defeated by him was easy.

He did not resist anymore, but made a strange courtesy to Illidan with respect, and then returned to his war blade. The war blade floated in front of Brother Dan, as if waiting for him to grasp it.

But Illidan shook his head.

He "looked" at the supreme blade placed at the highest place, that was his goal.

But when Illidan stepped forward, the remaining glaives all hung up, and one after another the Aldrazi war spirits appeared to block his approach to the Supreme Blade.

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

Blake, who was sitting on the steps behind, grabbing a handful of Pandaren Five-Spice Fried Melon Seeds and eating them happily, reminded:

"If you want to talk to the Supreme War Commander, you must first pass the trials of other warriors. In other words, you must defeat them one by one.

In addition, according to the customs of the Aldaqi 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 you need to buy pirate insurance from me? "

Blake bit open a melon seed and found that there was no kernel inside. He cursed unhappily and whistled again:

"Write my name as the beneficiary. Uh, forget it, let's just write Tyrande's name."

"No need."

Illidan didn't show any special expression when he heard this terrible challenge. He "looked" at the pitted Elementium Moon Blade in his hand, threw the weapon aside, and reached out to hold the first one he conquered. Warblade of Aldrachi.

As soon as the war blade, which was like a hand blade used by an assassin, was acquired, the blessing of the war spirit made Illidan energetic, and his injuries healed quickly.

The great demon hunter made several piercing and slashing movements on the spot to adapt to the new weapon.

He said to Blake 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 does not need to be commemorated.

You must tell the sufferers to let Alturis 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 acquired and give them to my subordinates. I believe they will use my inheritance properly.

If I die, apologize to Malfurion for me.

My immaturity got my brother into a lot of trouble, and even after I almost killed Jarod, he tried his best to protect my life.

I knew it was 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 relative. "

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

"Huh? Is this the end? Hey, don't talk halfway. You and I both know that there is another important person you haven't mentioned. Do you really plan to take your thoughts to the grave?

It's boring if you keep people's appetites like this. "

The pirate said in a long voice:

"It's just you and me here, what are you afraid of? I'm a famous keeper of secrets. A gossip-ridden person like me hates those gossipy women the most.

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

Do not worry.

I'm a very strict person.

Come on, tell me, Brother Dan, say what you want to say most before you leave. This will give you a lot of confidence, especially when facing such a difficult challenge. "

Under Black's constant temptation, Illidan struggled a little, but seeing that this stubborn bastard still refused to reveal his true feelings, Lord Thousand Tongue Demon immediately became angry.

He mobilized his thoughts of truth and entangled them 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 small dried yellow flower that he regarded as a treasure, kissed it gently on his mouth, handed it to Blake, and whispered:

"Okay, tell Tyrande for me."

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

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

But the path I have chosen 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 times, we worked together to do everything we could for Azeroth. I really respect Tyrande, her beliefs, and her dedication.

Even though she was disappointed in me.

But my trust in her has never wavered.

I hope that Tyrande will take good care of Malfurion and replace the responsibility that I have never fulfilled to my family. Finally, although in every dream in the past ten thousand years, I have always wished that Tyrande's heart would do the same. Come up with another option.

But in the end, I knew she made the right choice.

This kind of me cannot bring happiness to anyone. I am 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, all I can bring her is tragedy. That's not the future a loving man wants for the woman he loves.

Malfurion is better suited to be by her side than I am."

Illidan stopped talking, and Brother Dan also realized something was wrong.

He turned back and stared at the pirate with a murderous attitude. The latter laughed and disappeared into the darkness before Illidan threw the sword and stabbed him to death.

"I'll bring the message! But you better survive, Eggman."

Blake shouted:

"There are some things you have to say to her yourself, as affectionate 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 for me!"

Illidan cursed as if he had broken his guard, but then he took a deep breath, grabbed the war blade and looked at the Aldaqi war spirits who were watching the excitement in front of him.

Finally, 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 huge, cold will awakened 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 will tear you apart with my own hands!"

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

Faced with this scolding, Illidan sneered, and Brother Dan spread his wings and said softly:

"I will do what Sargeras did not do."

"I will conquer you!"