Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"This Illidan is really unlucky and stupid and bold!"

Blake's figure traveled through the void rift and quickly rushed to the ruins of the great temple on the Great Plains of Suramar. He left the God-chosen murloc behind to help and protect Maiev, and he ran forward as fast as he could.

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 Territory, he actually dares to summon a high-level demon. Isn't this because he is rushing to put his clean clothes on someone else's dinner plate?

The new surgeon does not have the aura of lower-level demon servants to act as a protective color to disguise his soul. Summoning high-level demons as soon as he gets started is almost like looking for death with a searchlight in the twisting void.

What a bold artist.

I remember I taught him this taboo. Well, I should have taught him, right? "

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

Blake did not step forward to save people, but slowed down:

"Alas, my poor Brother Dan, it seems that you still can't escape this fate. I also want to make up a great druid Illidan, but it seems that I have no chance.

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

Before he finished speaking, Black, who was wearing a traveler's hood, had jumped out of the gap and appeared next to Illidan who had fainted before the summoning ritual was running.

He crouched down, checked Illidan's situation, and then glanced at the summoning ceremony that was spinning abnormally fast in front of him. He could feel a familiar aura from the shrinking evil gate.

It seems that Lord Sargeras has already started chatting with this bold little elf.

If this was destined, Black felt that it was better not to disturb the process. After Illidan finished talking with the boss, he entered the room again to communicate with Sargeras.

If he's lucky, his most important mission when he came to 10,000 years ago will be completed tonight, and he will be free for the rest of the time, just in time to spend more energy on having an affair with Maiev.

This is also a big deal.

On the other side, in the twisted void, Illidan's spirit body lowered its head.

It was not 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 so powerful that even if he looked directly at his body in the spiritual state, he would feel that he was being ignited.

Illidan had felt the aura of high-level demons on the battlefield. He could recognize the auras of those high-level demons, but the one in front of him was obviously beyond Brother Dan's cognition.

Compared with the aura he revealed, Tichondrius, the fear lord who died tragically on the battlefield a few days ago, was like a firefly.

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

This is what Azshara has always wanted to summon, the dark gods belonging to the demons. No wonder Queen Azshara, such a proud ruler, has to surrender and kneel in front of him.

In the most arrogant dreams of young Illidan, he did not dare to imagine the existence of this power. He just stopped in the dark star sea, and the stars suspended nearby had changed their trajectories and began to revolve around his flames and gradually burned. .

"Why are you so silent? Little elf, tell me your wish. Be bold and don't have to be restrained."

Lord Sargeras seems to be in a good mood today.

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

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

The combination of that deep-seated pride and the desire to do great things exudes an aura called "ambition."

The Dark Titan was familiar with this aura.

The Burning Legion under his command is full of this kind of stuff.

But the dark god is also very generous. He who controls the power of evil does not hate ambitious people and is not stingy in bestowing power on these ambitious people.

The premise is that these ambitious people have to show their worth. Just like Kil'jaeden and Archimonde in the world of Argus, Mr. Sha is very generous with capable talents.

The soul in front of him is undoubtedly that kind of talented "little guy", and it is much more interesting than the weak "spokesperson" Archimonde found in Azeroth.

Facing Sargeras' inquiry, Illidan was under great pressure.

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

Maybe it wasn't a bad thing for Tyrande to break the agreement between him and his brother today. If he was going to die tonight, then at least Tyrande knew what he meant.

And after his death, Malfurion will definitely take good care of Tyrande, so he doesn't need to worry about it anymore.

He seemed to have nothing to regret.

Thinking of this, Illidan's bachelor spirit surged up in his bones. He raised his head, endured the burning pain and said to the dark god in front of him:

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

I want to defeat you!

I want to protect my world, and I have every reason to protect it. "

He shouted these words tremblingly.

After saying that, Illidan was ready to be crushed to death by President Sargeras's finger, but to his expectation, Sargeras did not become angry because of Illidan's roar.

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

"Another 'hero' who overestimates his capabilities, another hero who is willing to die in the name of protection, and another ignorant person who harbors hope.

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

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

This is not your responsibility, this is my responsibility. Little elf, you are not the first person to speak nonsense in front of my legion, and you will not 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 words fell, Illidan felt his eyes being pulled by a force into the world and stars. He saw the "truth" behind this war from a more intuitive third-party perspective.

He saw that the evil gate above the Well of Eternity, surrounded by upper elves and demon wizards, was growing and expanding every day. He saw countless heavily armed demons striding out of the alien gate from Zin Azshari. Run to the battlefield.

He passed the gate to another world.

He saw a broken planet suspended in the stars like a corpse, and the planet was densely packed with ruthless armies of destruction.

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

Behind the demon star Marton, which serves as the hub of the legion, more than a dozen large portals continuously focus the power of the Burning Legion here from all over the star sea.

This is not a base camp, it's just a stopover.

Under the guidance of Sargeras, Illidan's vision came to a world larger than Azeroth through another portal, but this world has been corrupted by evil energy from the heart of the world. It is filled with surging and erupting evil energy magma, and giant Balrogs are being born from that magma.

Under the shadow of the Burning Throne at the top of the world, the sea of ​​demons that made Illidan's scalp numb rolled forward on the earth, which has surpassed the concept of "quantity".

That even made Illidan unable to think at this moment.

But it's not over yet!

His eyes were guided through the demon palace of this evil star and finally came to a strange palace. The huge evil crystal was beating and shining like a heart, while the demon souls emerged from the twisted void. He was led here and reborn under the power of corrupting the world.

Illidan even saw with his own eyes the fear lord Tichondrius, who was crushed to death by Huon Highmountain on the battlefield of Suramar, weakly re-condensed his body from the tide of the Fel Heart.

"They are immortal!"

The truth hit Illidan straight into his soul, making him dizzy like a bomb exploding.

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 unworthy of mention.

victory?

Bullshit victory!

None of the demons truly died; the sacrifices of Lord Ravencrest and the rebels, as well as the demigods and dragons, merely sent them back to their homes.

"Plop"

Illidan's spirit body swayed and collapsed in front of the Dark Titan at this moment, just like a defeated warrior, an undisguised despair rose in his heart.

His performance was exactly as expected by the Dark Titan. The master of evil and the strongest creature in the stars also lost interest in the defeated elf.

But he still believed that this strange elf named Illidan Stormrage had the talent and potential to do great things, and he might be able to become an honorable member of the Burning Legion.

So, the Dark Titan asked:

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

Illidan didn't answer immediately.

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

Blake Shaw.

That annoying, evil guy who makes people want to punch him in the face may have questionable character, but his power is real.

Emperor Shaohao and the Monkey King who were traveling with him had already told Jarod that Black was a reclusive god. Originally, Illidan did not believe this.

But now, he wants to believe it.

If Black is a god, then maybe there is hope for Azeroth.

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

They can no longer engage in meaningless frontal battles like the Battle of Suramar, which have no meaning other than sacrificing warriors in vain. They must adjust their strategies in time and use their most elite forces to close the portal.

Otherwise it will be too late.

To do this, you must survive first.

Illidan gritted his teeth, 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. "

Brother Dan was showing off his acting skills crazily at this moment. He half-truthfully prayed to the great existence in front of him:

"I hope that as your legion destroys miserable Azeroth, you can leave a way for my brother and my love, who are the only family I have, to survive.

For this I offer you my soul. "

"What do I need your soul for?"

Sargeras waved his hand boredly.

This action caused the rotation of the surrounding stars to suddenly accelerate, and caused several planets to burn and splash out magma from the core of the earth, turning them into ruins of the star sea.

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

Destruction is never the goal, it is just a last resort.

This is nothing to be proud of.

The Dark Titan said in disinterest:

"Serve the Legion, Illidan. Your talent and your potential will open a promotion path for you under my command. Perhaps you can also become my right-hand man in the future.

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

The next moment, Illidan's spirit body was suddenly pushed back into his body, and the pure evil energy that followed poured into the young Eggman's fleshy body like a tidal wave.

His skin was as chapped as those of the demons.

It was as if what was flowing in his body was no longer blood but magma. The violent evil energy was entangled in his flesh and blood, expelling the weak arcana and giving him more powerful power.

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

"Your eyes are very unique, and your queen also has a pair of eyes that are rare among stars. This means that you are all creatures blessed by 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."

Illidan felt that his entire body was burning in pain, and every inch of flesh and blood was turning into ashes while regrowing into a stronger body under the nourishment of evil energy.

He howled like crazy:

"I no longer expect to be a great man, let alone a savior. The world does not need a savior. A savior cannot save the world. Take it away, take it away!

I do not need it anymore. "

"Haha, 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 in the next moment, as Illidan wished, a surge of evil energy rushed into his eyes.

Under Blake's calm gaze, a dark green flame burned through Illidan's eyes, which were rare in the world. While burning out the pupils, he was given a pair of murderous eyes that only a high-ranking demon could control.

"It seems you had a good conversation."

Blake popped out a ray of life and enveloped the weak and painful Illidan, allowing him to temporarily enter dormancy, and then put his will into it at the moment when the evil door closed in front of him.

The Dark Titan on the opposite side is already preparing to leave.

But at this moment, He stopped among the stars and turned around in a surprised and stunned manner.

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

In the twisted void where shadows are impossible to produce, the face of the Silent One with arrogant teeth and claws is polluting the burned-out starry sky, and the tide of truth in the sunless sea roars and scatters waves.

Sargeras's lips curved into a smile, he raised his left hand, and a giant molten sword grew out of the flames, and he said:

"God of the Void?"

"Good day! I was bored."