MTL - Azeroth Shadow Trail-v2 Chapter 1825 51. Courage after seeing despair

   Chapter 1825 51. Courage after seeing despair

   "This Illidan is really unlucky, and he is also a fool and daring!"

  Blake's figure traveled through the void gap and quickly rushed to the ruins of the Great Temple on the Suramar Great Plain. He left the god-chosen little murlocs to help and protect Maiev, and he ran forward at the fastest speed.

   While walking through the gap between the void and the material world, he complained in his heart:

   "Under the circumstance that Lord Sargeras is already close to the Azeroth star field, he actually dares to take the initiative to summon high-level demons. Isn't this just rushing to send his own wash to other people's dinner plates?

  The new surgeon does not have the breath of lower-rank demon servants to act as a protective color to disguise his soul. As soon as he gets started, he summons high-level demons, which is almost like looking for death with a searchlight in the Twisting Void.

   is really a bold artist.

   I remember I taught him this kind of taboo. Uh, should have taught it? "

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

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

   "Oh, my poor Eggman, it seems that you still can't escape from this fate. I still want to make up a great Druid Illidan, it seems that there is no chance.

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

   Before he finished speaking, Black in the traveler's hood had jumped out of the crack and appeared beside Illidan who fainted before the running summoning ceremony.

   He squatted down, checked Illidan's situation, and glanced at the summoning ritual that was spinning so fast that it was abnormal. From the shrinking Fel Gate, he could feel a familiar aura.

   It seems that Lord Sargeras has chatted with this daring little elf.

  If this is destined, Blake thinks it's better not to disturb the process. After Illidan and the boss have finished talking, he enters the venue to communicate with Sargeras.

   If he is lucky, his most important task 10,000 years ago can be completed tonight, and the rest of the time will be free, just in time to spend more energy on talking with Maiev about falling in love.

   This is also a big deal.

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

   He didn't dare to see people either because he was already so, or because he was afraid. The main reason was that the mysterious will in front of him was too powerful. Even if he looked directly at his body in a spirit state, he would feel that he was being ignited.

  Illidan had felt the aura of the high-ranking demons on the battlefield. He recognized the aura of those high-ranking demons, but this one was obviously beyond Brother Egg’s knowledge.

  Compared to the aura he showed, the Dread Demon King Tichondris, who died tragically on the battlefield a few days ago, was like a firefly.

   Brother Egg already knows who the existence in front of him is.

   This is what Azshara has always wanted to summon, the dark **** belonging to the demons. It is no wonder that Queen Azshara, such a proud ruler, also surrenders and bows before his eyes.

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

   "Why so silent? Little Elf, say your wish, be bold, don't be cautious."

   Lord Sargeras looks good today.

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

   In his view, mortals who can actively summon high-level demons are all praying, and his eyes can also see the uniqueness of this soul in front of him.

   The deep-seated pride combined with the desire to do great things exudes an aura called "ambition".

   Dark Titans are familiar with this aura.

  The Burning Legion under his command is full of such things.

   But the dark **** is also very generous. He who controls the power of fel power does not hate ambitious people, and is not stingy in giving power to these ambitious people.

   The premise is that these careerists have to show their worth. Just like Kil'jaeden and Archimonde in the Argus world, Sa always spends a lot on capable talents.

   And the soul in front of him undoubtedly belongs to the kind of gifted "little guy", which is much more interesting than the soft-headed "spokesperson" that Archimonde found in Azeroth.

   In the face of Sargeras' inquiry, Illidan was under great pressure.

   He didn't think his thoughts could hide from the **** of darkness in front of him. A fear of dying and annihilation slapped his heart. At this fatal moment, Illidan thought strangely in his heart:

   Maybe it's not a bad thing for Tyrande to break the agreement between him and his brother today. If he is going to die tonight, then at least Tyrande knows his heart.

   And after he died, Malfurion would take good care of Tyrande, and he didn't need to worry about it.

   He seemed to have nothing to regret.

  Thinking of this, Illidan's kind of bachelor force surged up, he raised his head, endured the burning pain and said to the dark **** in front of him:

   "I'm not asking for power from the devil, and I don't need the power of the devil, the gods of darkness, I just want to summon the devil to get some information to help my comrades.

  I want to beat you all!

  I want to protect my world, and I have enough reasons to protect it. "

   He finished these words tremblingly.

   After finishing speaking, Illidan was ready to be crushed to death by Mr. Sa's finger, but to his expectations, Sargeras was not angry because of Illidan's roar.

   On the contrary, He found the answer so boring.

   "He is another 'hero' who is over his own strength, a hero who is willing to kill himself in the name of protection, and an ignorant person with hope.

  These stars are full of threats and corruption, but all they see is the evil demon.

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

   This is not your duty, it is my duty. Little Elf, you are not the first to speak out against my legion, nor will you be the last. "

  Dark Titan said in an emotional tone:

   "You don't even know what you and your world are up against. You want intelligence, right? Come on, open your eyes and see."

  Sa's voice fell, and Illidan felt that his eyes were drawn into the world and stars by a force, and he saw the "truth" behind the war from a more intuitive third-party perspective.

He saw that the Fel Gate above the Well of Eternity, surrounded by high elves and demon wizards, was growing and expanding every day, and he saw countless fully armed demons striding out of the otherworld gate. Go to the battlefield.

   He crossed the gate of another world.

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

   Every Legion has a Commander, and each Commander is as powerful as Tichondrius.

   Behind the Demon Star Mardon, the hub of the Legion, more than a dozen large portals have continuously concentrated the power of the Burning Legion from all over the Star Sea.

   This is not a base camp, it is just a transit station.

Under the guidance of Sargeras, Illidan's sight came to a world larger than Azeroth through another portal, but this world had been corrupted by fel energy from the heart of the world, and the world was shattered. It is full of surging and erupting fel energy magma, and big flame demons are being born from that magma.

   Under the shadow of the Burning Throne on top of the world, the sea of ​​demons that made Illidan's scalp tingle tumbled forward on the ground, beyond 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 the fel star and finally came to a strange palace, where huge fel crystals were beating and flashing like hearts, and strips of demon souls emanated from the Twisting Void. He was brought here and reborn under the power of corrupting the world.

  Illidan even saw Tichondrius, the dreadlord killed by Huon Highmountain on the battlefield of Suramar, weakly re-condensed his body from the tide of the fel heart.

   "They are immortal!"

   This truth hit Illidan's soul directly, and he was dizzy as a bomb exploded.

   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 insignificant.

  Victory?

   Bullshit victory!

   None of the demons really died, and the sacrifices of Lord Ravencrest and the Rebels and the demigods and dragons simply sent them back home.

   "Puff"

  Illidan's spirit body swayed and paralyzed in front of the dark Titan at this moment, like a defeated warrior, a despair that could not be disguised rose to his heart.

   He behaved exactly as the Dark Titan expected, the fel master and the most powerful creature of the stars also lost interest in the defeated elf.

   But he still believes that this strange elf named Illidan Stormrage has the talent and potential to do great things, and he may become a glorious member of the Burning Legion.

   So the Dark Titan asked:

   "So, little elf, are you still willing to sacrifice everything for your world that will surely be destroyed?"

  Illidan did not answer immediately.

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

   Blake Shaw.

   That nasty, wicked guy who makes people want to punch him in the face, his character may be questionable, but his strength is real.

   Emperor Shaohao and the Monkey King who were with him had already told Jarod that Black was a reclusive god, and Illidan didn't believe this.

   But now, he was willing to believe it.

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

   But now, Illidan's most urgent task is to bring back all that he has seen. He must report the biggest secret of the Burning Legion to the leader of the coalition forces.

   We can no longer engage in a meaningless frontal battle like the Battle of Suramar. This is meaningless except for sacrificing warriors in vain. They must adjust their strategies in time and use the most elite power to close the portal.

   Otherwise it will be too late.

   To do this, you must first survive.

  Illidan gritted his teeth, he stood up, and in the glory of Sargeras, he shouted:

   "Then there is only one answer"

   "I will give allegiance to you! Great dark god, I am willing to be your servant and give my all to you. A world that is about to be destroyed is not worth my effort, but.

   But your minion has a small request. "

  Brother Dan was frantically acting at this moment, he half-truthed and prayed to the great existence in front of him:

   "I hope your Legion will save my brother and my love, the only family I have, in destroying tragic Azeroth.

   For this, I would like to offer you my soul. "

   "What do I want your soul for?"

   Sargeras waved his hand boredly.

   This action suddenly accelerated the rotation of the surrounding stars, and also caused several planets to splash out of the core magma in the burning and turn into the ruins of the sea of ​​​​stars.

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

  Destruction is never an end, it is just a means of necessity.

   This is nothing to be proud of.

  The Dark Titan said in a sullen mood:

   "Serve the Legion, Illidan, your talent and your potential will open up a level of promotion for you under my command, maybe 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. "

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

   His skin was cracked like those demons.

   As if the blood flowing in his body was no longer blood but magma, the violent fel energy was entangled in his flesh and blood, expelling weak arcane spells and giving him stronger power.

   In 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 with such rare stars, which means that you are all beings blessed by the world, and you are born to shoulder a great mission.

  I'll keep it for you."

   "No, I don't need it! I don't need it anymore."

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

   He howled like mad:

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

I do not need it anymore. "

   "Hehe, such an extreme character, such a decisive farewell, I'm starting to like you, little elf."

   Sargeras let out a deep laugh, and the next moment, as Illidan wished, a surge of fel energy rushed into his eyes.

   In the calm gaze of Blake next to him, a dark green flame burned through Illidan's rare eyes, and while burning his pupils, he gave him a pair of killing eyes that only high-ranking demons could control.

   "Looks like you guys are talking well."

  Black popped out a breath of life that enveloped the weak and painful Illidan, making him temporarily dormant, and then put his will into it at the moment when the door of fel energy closed in front of him.

The Dark Titan opposite    is ready to leave.

   But at this moment, He stopped among the stars and turned around in a state of amazement.

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

  In the distorted void where shadows are impossible to produce, the silent faces of the claws are polluting this burnt out starry sky, and the truth tide of the lightless sea whistles and sprinkles waves.

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

   "God of the Void?"

   "Good day! I'm bored."

   (end of this chapter)