Shadow Trails in Azeroth

There is genius in this world, there is no doubt about it.

Illidan Stormrage was once called a genius, and Maris, Shore, and Jaina were also among the ranks of geniuses, but there was always a difference between genius and genius.

And compared with people like Illidan who have already made great achievements and are destined to make great achievements again, the halo of other geniuses will always seem so bleak.

"It's a pity that no matter how powerful the weak genius is, he can't withstand the siege of the watchers. I don't think they will let you go in a reasonable way.

So I bring this to you. "

Black took out the Skull of Gul'dan from his bag, put it in his left hand and tossed it up and down. He looked at Illidan Stormrage in front of him, who had removed all the talismans from his body.

He made himself dripping with blood. Needless to say, the pain when that thing was removed was needless to say. Just look at Illidan's shaking body and you will know how painful it is.

But being able to pull out these charms in a weak state also proved that what Black just said was correct.

Illidan was imprisoned here, not only because of the imprisonment of the Watchers, but also because of his brother Malfurion and his childhood sweetheart, the High Priest of the Moon, Tyrande.

Those two people used their emotions as shackles to retain, and bound Illidan, a macho man who could fight unparalleled among demons, to this dark platform.

It lasts ten thousand years.

It is an invisible shackle that is harder to break off than any shackles.

Even the man in front of him who was called the "betrayer" could not be truly cold-blooded after all. As for the grievances and hatred between him, Malfurion, and Tyrande, it would be endless to talk about.

After all, it was an old story from 10,000 years ago, and Blake didn't intend to bring it up again, so as not to irritate the elf legend in front of him who had just been bewitched by him and prepared to go to the battlefield again.

"This thing is my treasure. It comes from the inheritance left to me by a very generous Mr. Orc Warlock. It has been one of my most important helpers in the past period of time."

The pirate stroked the Skull of Gul'dan in his hand affectionately, and said softly with regret:

“But today, when I decided to step into this place, I knew it was time to say goodbye to my baby, which was really sad.

I know.

I will miss every day and night I spent with it, and I will miss every battle I experienced with it.

But as a responsible prophet, I would like to ask you to end your self-exile and return to the battlefield. I should always give you, the demon-hunting hero, some help within your ability. "

Having said this, the pirate glanced at Illidan and said:

"Then, Lord Illidan, face this evil artifact that can instantly restore you from weakness to full strength, allow you to escape the pursuit of the Watchers, and even make your strength even further.

What are you going to give me in exchange? "

"If you are truly a responsible prophet, you should give it to me."

Sitting cross-legged on the ground, breathing heavily, Illidan said hoarsely:

"Why do we still have to make this meaningless exchange?"

"The reason I just said is that in addition to being a prophet, I am also a pirate."

Black snorted, completely ignoring Illidan's sarcasm, and said:

"Do you need me to explain to you what a pirate is? If I hadn't been able to defeat you, I would have robbed you of everything. Where would such a meaningless exchange be used?"

The demon hunter did not choose to argue with the pirate.

This is not his area of ​​expertise.

He would never fight a war that had no chance of winning, so he said directly:

"This skull is indeed what I need. What do you want from me?"

"I heard you have a pair of legendary blades?"

Blake narrowed his eyes and asked:

"But I searched all over the Wardens' Vaults and couldn't find it."

"Of course you can't find it, because my Warblade of Azzinoth is not placed here."

Illidan shook his head and said:

"Those two war blades are weapons I captured from a demon lord. It has its own will and can actively transform into evil flames to help me kill enemies.

And for a good hunter like Maiev, she naturally knows how dangerous it is to imprison a 'dangerous person' like me and a weapon with its own will in the same place.

If I guess correctly, my warglaive should be stored in the Temple of the Moon, under the care of the priests of the Sisterhood of Elune.

It is now either in Val'sharah or Mount Hyjal.

It would also take a lot of effort for me to get it back.

Let's change it to the same one. "

"All right."

Blake frowned, thought for a moment, and then said:

"I know that 10,000 years ago, before you and Tyrande blew up the Well of Eternity, you and your brother secretly hid a few bottles of water from the Well of Eternity. I don't want more, so give me one bottle!"

"No more."

Illidan Stormrage shook his head again and said in a low tone:

"If you know the grudge between Maiev and I, you should know that after the War of the Ancients, I poured all the water from the Well of Eternity that I had privately stored in Mount Hyjal into a spring in the Holy Land. middle.

I want to recreate the Well of Eternity. I have always believed that the Legion will return to this world. Without the arcane magic of the Well of Eternity, we have no chance of winning the next Legion.

It's a pity that I can't convince my stubborn brother, and

Anyway, in that attempt, I used up all the water in the Well of Eternity and almost killed Jarod Shadowsong who discovered my secret.

I was so impulsive.

As for Maiev, she has an extraordinary desire to protect her brother. In short, you can't get what you ask for from me. "

"Ha! Your people called you a traitor. I think they called you wrong."

Black grabbed Gul'dan's head and said sarcastically:

"I think they should call you 'The Deceiver'. If I hadn't known something else, I would have been deceived by you. Stop covering it up, Lord Illidan.

I am sure, certain, and convinced that you still have eternal well water in your hands!

Maybe there aren’t many left, but there are definitely some left!

That thing has no value to you anymore.

You know very well that it is a taboo in the Kaldorei Moon Kingdom. They may acquiesce in your escape, but they will never allow you to create a second Well of Eternity.

But the best thing is that they have no control over me. Only when the well water falls into my hands can it be of maximum value. "

Illidan was silent.

He didn't say whether the pirate's guess was correct or wrong, but the silence itself seemed to represent an answer.

Blake narrowed his eyes and added:

"Well, as a responsible prophet, I care about the safety and stability of Azeroth. It would be a bit out of style to bargain with you, a demon hunting hero.

Your subordinates were taken to Suramar by Elisande. The Grand Magister will definitely come up with various ways to try to retain them. After you escape, you will be hunted by the Watchers and let them follow who are also weak. You are not a good choice either.

I have connections in that city, so let me 'look after' them for you.

At a certain necessary moment, when you need your subordinates to come back to you, I am willing to help send them to you. "

"so."

Illidan moved his fingers, and he "looked" at Black again and said:

"You send a message to my lieutenant Altruis for me, and along with this evil skull, I will tell you the hiding place of the last half bottle of Well of Eternity water.

But you have to get it yourself.

That Dong XZ is in a very dangerous place for your strength.

It's in a den somewhere in Moonglade. "

"You are so bold!"

Blake sneered and said:

"Putting such an important thing in the Druids' base camp, near the den where your brother sleeps, how should I evaluate you? Lord Illidan.

Maybe you really have the potential to be a ‘fraudster’.

But you said it yourself, I can't go to that place now. Once I go there, I will be swarmed by the druids over there and killed.

There are descendants of Cenarius guarding there. You basically exchanged empty news for me for a legendary relic.

I'm at a huge disadvantage this way.

Let’s add one more thing. "

The pirate rubbed his chin and looked at Illidan in front of him. This guy has been locked up in the Watcher's Cave for ten thousand years, and there is no way he has a magic bag or anything like that.

He was basically alone.

"Your blindfold looks good."

Blake snapped his fingers and said:

"As for me, as a pirate, the eye patch is also very useful to me. So, I want your eye patch and the specific location where the eternal water bottle is hidden.

Only in this way can I convince myself to hand over my beloved to you, and then help you take care of your incompetent and foolishly loyal subordinates. "

"You shouldn't be a pirate. Being a pirate is a violation of your 'talent'."

Illidan Stormrage laughed softly, stretched out his hand and handed over the head of Gul'dan that Black handed over, and said:

"You should become a businessman. If you spend every penny like this, you will definitely become the best businessman."

As he spoke, he tried to extract the evil energy from Gul'dan's Skull, but found that he couldn't extract it at all. A strange force prevented him from obtaining the evil energy filled in the skull.

The pirate shrugged, stretched out his hand towards him, and crossed his fingers.

Illidan hesitated for a moment, then reached out and took off the red eye patch he had worn for more than 10,000 years, and put it into Black's hand. As soon as the thing was in hand, a deep purple light bloomed in front of the pirate's eyes.

Its entry also pops up on the character card:

Cursed Vision of Sargeras

Epic quality [Titan Creation]

Extraordinary endurance. Extraordinary agility. Extraordinary precision. Extraordinary perception. Extraordinary fatal blow. Never wear out.

Item effects:

Cursed Sight: The eyepatch stained with the power of Sargeras allows the user to see through all illusions, especially evil creations. Under the vision brought by this eyepatch, all disguises of the devil will be invisible.

However, it is regarded as an item used by blind people. While it brings powerful ghost vision, it will also block normal vision.

Item Description:

This is the eyepatch made by Illidan Stormrage himself after he met the fallen titan Sargeras and was given power by him. The power of the fallen titan is attached to it.

Even if there is only a trace, it is enough to make it the most desired holy object for all warriors who hate the demons.

But please use it with caution.

When you see them, they see you.

Blake quickly put the red blindfold over his eyes, tied it into a very girly bow on the back of his head, and opened his eyes under the blindfold.

Vision is completely blocked.

But it doesn't matter at all, just think of it as practicing "blind fighting" skills. And his perception has been greatly enhanced, and he can even see the flow of evil energy in the air.

When looking at Illidan, he was completely a figure made of evil magic.

He snapped his fingers,

After releasing his "binding" on the Skull of Gul'dan, he complained again:

"What state of mind did you have at that time to use such ordinary materials to make such an extraordinary eyepatch? Do you know that as long as the material is just a little better, it can become a legendary item.

You ruined it"

"No, I made it happen."

Illidan Stormrage closed his eyes.

There were terrible burns on his eye sockets, proof that he had sacrificed his eyes for power.

While he was absorbing evil energy from the Skull of Gul'dan, in the dark green energy storm, he devoured the pure evil magic power, making the dark green magic patterns on his body as exaggerated as if they were ignited.

In Blake's cursed vision, a dark green sun seemed to light up in front of his eyes, and the results of the detection feedback he applied to Illidan were constantly changing:

【Betrayer】Illidan Stormrage

Legendary Power·Demon Form [Fel Divinity/Magic Strengthening]

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Illidan changes his form and strength while absorbing evil energy. Investigations can no longer see his career changes, but what is certain is that he has reached the pinnacle of the legendary career of demon hunter.

Perhaps still a little short of being a demigod.

But people like Illidan Stormrage must have already found his own path to power. How he will be promoted in the future is not something Black needs to consider for him.

"Leave, pirates and prophets."

In the energy storm of the evil energy, Illidan's hoarse voice, filled with anger and mania, was like a beast awakening and suppressing, adapting to the new power.

He urged:

"Let's go, don't look back, this place will soon become a battlefield. A weak creature like you cannot survive in my battlefield.

Walk carefully into your future.

If I heard from afar the sad news that you had fallen into the temptations of evil, I would be happy to help you free yourself. "

The pirate stretched out his fingers, made a very frivolous military salute gesture to the demon hunter on his forehead, threw out the hook lock and danced outward.

As he turned around, he threw the war blade of an unknown demon hunter that he had obtained earlier towards Illidan, one on the left and the other on the right.

The moment the pirate burst out of the cage due to the energy of the evil energy, he looked back and saw a pair of huge wings entangled with evil energy, opening loudly in the darkness.

Ten thousand years.

Illidan Stormrage, the Betrayer.

He is back!