The Death Knell

"Die! Daring intruder!"

The ring-shaped special blade collided with the golden God Killer. The sudden light illuminated the opponent's green iron bucket-like helmet and the wavy blade-like cloak on the edge.

"Maev, how about we make a deal?" Deathstroke was wrestling with the weapon in one hand, holding the cigarette butt in the other hand to flick out the ashes: "Let Illidan go, and I'll tell you where Jarod is."

In front of the last gate in the deepest part of the cave, Maiev, the leader of the Watchers, blocked the way of Su Ming and his party. This crazy woman has always been here with Illidan because the prisoner had injured him 10,000 years ago. Her brother Jarod, whom she would forever hate for this reason.

She is a sister-in-law, so the conditions proposed by Su Ming should be quite tempting. After Jarod got married, he disappeared from the world with his wife in order to avoid this stalker sister.

Maiev's strength could be felt on her hands. Although the mask covered her face, making it impossible to understand what she was thinking, she was obviously distracted for a moment.

But the next second, the ring blade changed its angle again and launched an attack. An angry female voice came from under the helmet, with a sound of gold and iron:

"Scam! Kill you!"

She doesn't trust anyone, at least not the invaders. Anyone who wants to release Illidan is the enemy of the Watcher. Even if Elune comes, she can't even think of taking her prisoner away!

"Wrong answer."

Su Ming sighed. He knew that Maiev was crazy, but he didn't expect that she was crazy and stupid.

Use God Killer with one hand to push away the opponent's weapon. With the other hand, he took the electric baton from Strangler and stabbed Maiev to press the switch.

As a smell of burning smell came, Maiev fell to the ground, and a high-frequency "ta-da-da" sound came. The death knell kept pressing her until she was electrocuted and shocked.

"Alas." Miss Granger looked at the night elves emitting a faint smoke under the dim light, and shook her head with some emotion. As a modern person, she is very aware of the destructive power of things like electric batons.

"Let's go in and see the condition of the prisoners." Su Ming put away his weapon, turned around and continued moving forward. He walked up a few steps, put his hand on the door carved with an owl, and pushed hard.

The room was dark, like a giant cave space, but only a small square platform in the center could stand, and around the platform was a bottomless abyss.

Illidan was on this platform, trapped in a green crystal, fixed to the ground by chains and metal, his wide eyes still burning with evil energy, staring at the strangers.

"Is this the ability of the Green Dragon Legion? It seems like he is trapped in a lucid dream."

Jaina recognized at a glance that a crystal so huge that it could even accommodate a human body could not be naturally formed, and this green substance made it difficult for her not to think of the green dragons who were closely related to the night elves.

"It seems that Malfurion helped the Watchers upgrade the prison system in order to prevent his brother from escaping." Su Ming nodded, reached out and knocked on Illidan's cage. What should I say? The sound it makes is about the same as that of a beer bottle, and the light transmittance is even better: "This is more like a kind of arcane magic, which is very interesting."

"How should we save people? If this cage is broken, the people inside will not be broken as well, right?" Yrel imitated the death knell and reached out to touch the green crystal. The cold touch still carried the moisture from deep underground. .

Su Ming turned the God Killer into a giant warhammer more than three meters long with a flip of his hand, and asked Yirel to help with her warhammer:

"First use your small hammer to sew, and then I'll use a sledgehammer to finish it, but you have to recite the incantation while hammering."

The hoof girl nodded seriously, lit up her holy light wings, and got ready with a serious face:

"What's the spell?"

"Every time you hit the hammer, you have to say '40', and when I hit it, it's '80'. Let's get started." Su Ming told lies seriously and asked Yrel to start work.

"40, 40, 40..." Yirel had no doubts. She immediately used the random cloak hammer method. She raised the Karabor war hammer in her hand and struck the cage for a while while chanting very obediently. Chanting the so-called mantra.

The holy light was swayed into circles of light curtains with the attack. She struck seven or eight times in ten seconds, but not many fragments of the green crystal cage fell.

"Doesn't this mean that only Yrel is working!" Hermione complained as expected. She shook her head speechlessly and took out C4 plastic explosives from her pocket, as if she planned to end these unexplained physical activities. Work.

"Don't worry, look at me, 80!"

Su Ming shook his head at her, and then swung the weapon in his hand with a hammer.

The sound of breaking through the air was accompanied by strong winds. The hammer even created a sonic boom and blew several students away. Then there was a violent explosion. The cage imprisoning Illidan was shattered with one blow, but he himself was also knocked out. , vomiting blood and fell into the abyss below the platform.

"Uh..." Jaina shrank her neck and looked at the teacher, as if asking, 'What should I do if I accidentally kill the person I was trying to save?'

Hermione also took a breath, lowered her head and began to mourn the deceased.

But is Illidan really so easy to die? Of course not. If a demon hunter can be thrown to death, it would be better to die early at the hands of the Burning Legion, not to mention that Illidan is the founder of this profession.

There was a sudden turbulence in the air from the dark abyss at the edge of the platform, and a cloud of black smoke that was darker than the darkness suddenly shot up from below. In the black smoke, there was a pair of glowing green eyes that glanced at everyone, and then a burst of smoke appeared in the smoke. The huge bat wings suddenly spread out!

Illidan broke through the darkness, turned his body in the air and flashed back to the platform, half-kneeling and vomiting blood.

His blood is no different from that of a demon. Green evil energy has flowed throughout his body, and even his voice is similar: "You...humans and what? Should I thank you or kill you?" ?”

"You're welcome, Illidan Stormrage, you can call me Grandpa Winter, they are all my little assistants." Su Ming threw out a few napkins, pointed to the corners of his mouth, and motioned to Illidan to wipe the vomited blood: "We are here to help you fulfill your Winter Veil wish and give you gifts."

"..." Illidan, who was half-kneeling, stood up. He looked at the people present with some vigilance, and did not believe this statement at all: "You are not Grandpa Winter. According to ancient books, Grandpa Winter It's probably one of the Titans, only dwarves and earthlings and earth rats celebrate this festival."

Illidan was a mage before becoming a demon hunter. He led Lord Ravencrest's 'Moon Guard' mage group. His understanding of magic and energy was enough for him to see through lies in this regard.

However, Su Ming's original intention of saying this was not to trick him, but to find out from the side whether Illidan was conscious or not. Is it he who controls this body, or the demon in his body has seized control.

If you are an outsider like the Burning Legion, you must not know the allusions of Grandpa Winter.

And now that Illidan knows it, it means that after being imprisoned for ten thousand years, his thinking is still clear, and it is undoubtedly genuine.

The thoughts in his mind changed, and Su Ming put away his warhammer and smiled gently: "It seems that you are not sleeping, which is good. Let me introduce myself again, I am the Supreme Mage Deathstroke, and I want to negotiate a condition with you. "