Menethil's Power

Chapter 660 Only Stormrage
If a person has not fallen into madness after being imprisoned for 1 years, then he will have amazing tenacity and determination.

Illidan has a very clear understanding of his own strength. During the War of the Ancients, he showed his talent and strength to a certain extent, but this strength has not increased during the long-term imprisonment, and ten thousand years is enough to make him The world has undergone tremendous changes, so he needs some time to observe and determine his own position.

Killing a dragoon scout with considerable difficulty made him realize the strength of the enemy, and his compatriots - those sentries, as well as the watchmen and priestesses - only needed to go through the airfield battle Illidan to judge that they were more powerful than the dark night. The troops of the Empire did not become stronger, and the function of the World Tree seemed to only make them live longer.

Illidan scoffed at this. If these guys could pay more attention to the well water in Nordrassil instead of the tree itself, they would not be so weak. How is this different from the mortal race?It even had to sign a contract with a barbaric alien race before, which was enough to be considered a shame for the entire race during the Dark Night Empire period.

Most of the intelligent creatures in this world are ignorant and stubborn, including his elder brother who is considered to be the savior of the Kaldorei. No one realizes that the demise of the Dark Night Empire is due to the backwardness of its political form and the madness of its rulers. The surviving night elves simply blame the Well of Eternity itself for their fear.

They simply don't understand what the cornerstone of this race is.

Only Illidan did the most correct thing, re-established the Well of Eternity, and taught the idiot who tried to stop him by the way, but the result was that he was directly sentenced to 1 years in prison, and what is even more ironic is that his ignorant brother actually It is also considered a kindness and forgiveness to him.

Kindness and forgiveness?Ah……

The enemy is like a tide, and most of them are dead orcs. It seems that the orcs in the south seem to have been destroyed. Although I am a little surprised why I didn't receive any news before, Tyrande has no time to take care of these. On Mount Hyjal But with tens of thousands of unarmed civilians, she can't have any worries, and must bury all her weaknesses.

Even if she had just been devastated by the loss of Malfurion.

Most of the druids are currently trapped in the Emerald Dream, which is a huge blow to the Kaldorei army. Only one of the two main spell systems remains, and the priestess has to shoulder the responsibilities of healing and spell suppression at the same time , the pressure is extremely high.

But at least it can barely resist, there is no too strong presence among the enemies, and with the addition of Watchmen troops, the Sentinel's front can still be maintained.

And the next few days will be a process of reincarnation, the enemy directly advances, Kaldorei can't resist, Tyrande has to pray to Elune, release a large range of high-level magic, destroy the enemy or make the friendly The fighter is healed, the enemy retreats, only to come again a few hours later in undiminished numbers, and so on.

Putting the Warblade of Azzinoth across his chest, he rushed forward, piercing through the withered orc corpses like an extremely sharp blade, Illidan approached his target within a breath, a man wearing a sheep-like The Mage of the Skull Gauntlet, apparently the manipulator of the dead bodies around him.

The necromancer did not expect Illidan's arrival at all, and in a hurry even tried to defend the enemy with the bone staff in his hand-this was naturally a stupid move, and the next moment accompanied by screams, his body and soul were shaking Burned out in flames.

"The power of death is very different from evil energy," Illidan said to himself, "There are some ways, but it's nothing more than that."

The living corpses around instinctively gathered around him and tried to attack him. Illidan didn't bother to tangle with them. His goal had been achieved. In his body, the Warblade of Azzinoth cut off any limbs that stood in his way. Back to his original position, as if he had been there all along.

"Illidan!" A watchman riding a night saber shouted to him somewhat rudely: "We didn't let you out to watch a show, kill that big dead body!"

This is Nasa, one of Maiev's lieutenants, the person in charge of this position. What she asked Illidan to kill was a giant stitch monster. Blades and arrows could not even pierce his outer skin.

Although Illidan has already killed the commander of this undead army, the death of the commander will not immediately make the undead army lose its combat effectiveness. In addition, the night elves are basically exhausted, so that almost no one notices that Illidan has done anything. What happened, no one realized that Kaldorei's casualties would have reached an astonishing level if it wasn't for his frequent shots.

On the contrary, in their view, the newly released prisoner has little desire to fight, and may even be looking for a chance to escape.

Illidan didn't want to explain anything, he didn't bother to emphasize his own merits, or he was used to it, so what's the point of being misunderstood by these mediocre people?

He didn't want to take too many shots, because there was no need to prove his strength to mediocre people on his side, and it was even less necessary to the enemy.

"If you are asking me, then you should show respect." Illidan responded to Nasa coldly.

This obviously shouldn't be the attitude that a former prisoner should have towards the jailer. Nasa's face changed, but Illidan suddenly stirred up evil energy all over his body. The body soared into the air, and then attacked the stitching monster like a meteor.

In an instant, the monster's bloated body burst open, and corrosive sticky pus splashed out. A few sentinels who were closer were unfortunately infected and screamed in pain. The flesh and blood that came into contact with the pus quickly decayed. Exposing the thick bones.

Illidan didn't pay the slightest attention to their plight. After killing a few high-level undead, he stopped. The remaining cannon fodder was no longer worth his shot.

This practice of not having the slightest sense of teamwork and completely disregarding friendly forces was naturally condemned by Nasa again.

But Illidan ignored it. He looked at another position, where the holy light of the moon god descended from the sky. It was Tyrande casting spells. This light had hardly been broken since the war started.

Since killing a scout at the very beginning, no other Nether Dragons appeared on the battlefield again, but the undead continued to flow. Don't the enemies have the ability to defeat Kaldorei head-on?Obviously not, they were just testing, testing the limits of Kaldorei.

And now, this temptation should be over.The battles of the past few days have been enough to fully expose the weakness of the defenders of Mount Hyjal.

The Kaldorei believed that the downfall of the Highborne elves ten thousand years ago was due to their over-reliance on magic and superstition, but didn't they themselves treat the demigods of nature as well?It's ridiculous.

Now, on this battlefield, Tyrande is the banner of the Kaldorei, and it is also the last barrier, which cannot be lost no matter what.

Without any hesitation, Illidan rushed towards Tyrande's direction, and not long after he turned around, he heard the dense flapping of wings in the sky.

It was those dragons who delivered the fatal blow after they had fully figured out Kaldorei's details.

Illidan heard the screams, but he didn't look back.

The main position where Tyrande was located was even more chaotic. With the appearance of some amphibious humanoid species called Naga, the sentinel line was almost immediately dispersed, and the exhausted Kaldorei warriors were gone. How much resistance, the remaining choice seems to be to defend the final dignity with life.

Illidan was not surprised that the defeat was so fast. He had already expected this situation, and failure was inevitable.

Tyrande's Luna radiance has not yet dissipated, and it is as guiding as a lighthouse in the dark. Illidan approached quickly, but found another group of people who moved faster than him. They were a group of death knights. A higher-level existence than the necromancer he killed just now.

They are ruthless, fast and efficient, harvesting all the lives they come into contact with, and the strong orc at the head is the most terrifying, bringing bloody wind with one person's strength.

"Grom Hellscream?!!" Sentinel General Shandris Feather Moon couldn't help exclaiming. It was she who commanded the Battle of Ashenvale a few years ago, so she was deeply impressed by this orc who severely wounded Cenarius. "It's you again? Could it be that you haven't learned your lesson yet?"

However, Grom, who had already been transformed into a death knight, obviously had no intention of recalling the old days. The power of death and shadow gathered into claws, directly grabbing Shandris' body, trying to pull her over.

Although Grom was a warrior who only used physical strength before his death, since he was reincarnated as a death knight, he naturally also mastered the iconic ability of death grip.

A silvery moonlight emerged from Shandris' body, counteracting the grip of death. This was the blessing from the moon god Elune, blessed by Tyrande himself.

But Grom obviously didn't expect the Death Grip to succeed. The warrior's instinct went deep into his bone marrow, and when the moonlight lit up on Shandris, he had already launched a charge.

Gore roar raised, cut down!

The moonlight seemed to be an insubstantial light, and it didn't have the slightest resistance to Gorehowl. The ax blade pierced through Shandris' shoulder blade, cruelly dividing the tall night elf in two.

Death came so suddenly that even a demigod would have been knocked to the brink of death by one blow from Grom, but Shandris was mortal after all.

"No!" Tyrande also noticed this, but she could do nothing.

Blood splashed, stained on Gore Howl,

Tyrande's heart was about to break, the moon god's brilliance falling from the sky kept flickering, showing signs of going out.She has considered Shandris Feathermoon her adopted daughter since the War of the Ancients, and the Sentinel General has been her close friend and confidant for many years.Yet after losing Malfurion, she lost her again.

But she didn't seem to have much time to be sad, because Grom flicked off the blood on Gorehowl, and those cold, emotionless eyes were already fixed on her.

A great sense of crisis emerged in Tyrande's heart, and she immediately realized that if she was approached, she would end up like Shandris, and the guards around her could not stop the opponent's charge at all.

Just one orc brings a mountain of death pressure.

Grom's muscles tensed, and he was about to launch that deadly charge again, but suddenly, an emerald green whirling blade whizzed towards him, and Grom turned sideways to dodge, stopping the charge.

The sharp blade spun around and fell into the hands of its owner. Illidan stared at the orc in front of him, and he could clearly see the power hidden by the opponent's weight in his energy vision.

With the power of compulsory execution, even if Illidan is arrogant, he has to be cautious at this time.

It would be an uphill battle, and in Illidan's normal style, he would avoid confronting such an enemy head-on, but now he had no choice, because he had made her a promise.

Grom could also feel that the night elf in front of him was different. The two sides had temporarily fallen into a confrontation, and the situation was a little strange.

Tyrande reacted at this time, a large amount of Luna's radiance fell on Illidan, giving him the most extreme magical strengthening blessing, and the latter was ready to go, thinking that it was the best time to make a move.

But someone stopped the battle. In a flash of light, Maiev's figure appeared, raised her hand and shot a black shadow at Grom. When the black shadow touched the orcs, it instantly expanded into a large amount of dark green resinous liquid. Wrap Grom's body to form a strong cage.

Maiev's breathing was uneven, and the cloak also had many scratches, obviously just experienced a hard battle.

"There is no time." The watcher said decisively to Illidan and Tyrande: "Go, we must evacuate immediately!"

(End of this chapter)