Enter World of Warcraft with Dark Skills

Chapter 171: Tichondrius: I have so many bosses that I can't count them on one hand

Illidan Stormrage rushed over fearlessly, his speed was not even slower than the mage's flash. He approached Tichondrius in an instant, and swung his huge battle blade left and right, slashing at Tichondrius in succession.

Illidan knew that this kind of demon would transform into a bat and then flee in all directions, waiting for the right moment to reappear and deliver a fatal blow to its prey.

But Tichondrius did not transform into a bat and leave, but moved at high speed, narrowly avoiding the attack.

Illidan's keen perception and expertise as a demon hunter told him that something was wrong, it was marked by something, and apparently while he was dealing with the three Hellfire Guards, the demon had cast a magic he had never seen before.

It decisively changed its choice of straight-line attack. It jumped up flexibly, gliding in the air like an albatross, and then appeared behind Tichondrius.

But when he raised his double blades and tried to chop off the demon's head, strong magical fluctuations appeared on its body and under its feet.

Boom! First there was an explosion in the void.

Mark of Argus!
This magic will mark a target, and when the marked target gets close to the caster, it will explode.

Illidan Stormrage is not only a professional demon hunter, but also a powerful arcane mage. A magical shield protects him, but it's not over yet. Fel energy explodes under his feet. This will seriously injure him.

Flame of Argus!
All targets marked by the Mark of Argus will trigger the flame attack.

Illidan Stormrage decisively flashed away from Tichondrius. He stepped on the rotten ground of Felwood, safe this time.

It seems that this Argus Flame is a powerful magic trap. As long as you are hit by the Argus Mark and enter the range, the magic trap will be triggered, and then the huge fire column will burn you to charcoal.

Illidan Stormrage grinned, revealing his white teeth:
"Demon, have you found a new master? I have never seen a Nathrezim wield this kind of power before."

Tichondrius wanted to tell Illidan: "I have many bosses."

"Little elf, you have some skills, but you are far inferior to that Holy Light Maggot. But I am still willing to recruit you. If you join the legion, you will gain more powerful power!"

"How about it?"

Illidan Stormrage shook his head contemptuously: "Not very good, wait until you defeat me and I will tell you!"

He is a mage, he doesn't need balance, mages can remove magic. He has many ways to deal with curses. And as a user of fel energy, his resistance to fel energy is very high.

Illidan rushed to Tichondrius again. The hunter had experienced the precipitation of time. His skills and keen sense helped him make the best choice.

Tichondrius sensed the danger. Although his opponent did not have the power of a demigod like the great lord, he was no less threatening than him. His attacks were simple, direct and deadly, and most importantly, he rarely made mistakes.

It raised its hand and released a swarm of stinking bees. His swarm of stinking bees was much more powerful than Anetheron's, not only was it more powerful, but it was also faster.

Illidan swung the Glaive of Azzinoth without showing any weakness, slashing out two streams of shadow energy. His powerful energy usage skills allowed him to easily offset the attack of the swarm of rotten bees.

Is this what a Nathrezim looks like?

But Tichondrius immediately released a strange shadow energy, a ball of green energy with the power of plague hit Illidan Stormrage.

It did not cause much damage, but the stench made Illidan gag.

"The power of death? Devil, you have so many tricks!"

Illidan was not a young man like Taelan Fording. He would never be deceived by the appearance of something. A violent power suddenly burned in his body. A large amount of green flames burned everything around him.

The claw that Tichondrius stretched out was immediately ignited, and it quickly withdrew its claws.

Illidan immediately wanted to taunt the demon to distract it, and then he would seize the opportunity to use his own ability to kill the demon, which smelled of the blood of its fellow night elves. It was unknown how many creatures of Azeroth it had killed.

Tichondrius' figure suddenly became illusory, and it summoned the void! The terrible power of the void made everything around it illusory. The terrible cracks kept moving in the space infected by the void, and once they touched the boundary, they would be reflected back.

These strengthened void echoes kept wandering around, chasing Illidan and biting him like vicious dogs.

The third force.

Illidan Stormrage knew that if he didn't use his ultimate move, he would be killed by the void energy. All the demonic power in his body rushed to his head and then gushed out from his eyes.

Eye ridges!

The violent energy hit the void rift that refracted back and forth. But Tichondrius has more than one master!
It raised its hand again, and four pillars rose up around it. The energy of the void was strengthened.

It formed a terrible void around Illidan Stormrage, which made the demon hunter nowhere to hide. He was constantly hurt by Tichondrius.

In just a few seconds, he was injured countless times, and his body was covered with wounds. The magic patterns on his body were no longer flowing with evil energy, but blood.

Illidan Stormrage did not get discouraged when his life was in danger. He always had a ruthless spirit.

He knew that he was no match for Tichondrius in terms of fel power. But he had a special skill, an ability that specifically dealt with demons.

Illidan Stormrage raised his left hand, and a strange milky white energy appeared in his hand. It was a bit like the Holy Light of Taelan Fordring. The energy was directed at Tichondrius.

The demon immediately sensed the danger. The ball of energy appeared, flickered, and then disappeared. Did the spell fail?
But he immediately felt something was wrong. His energy suddenly decreased by a large amount.

Mana absorption, also known as dispelling magic, is a magic that Illidan Stormrage has mastered. It can not only burn a large amount of the opponent's mana, but also reduce the opponent's vitality exponentially.

Tichondrius groaned. This blind man really has some skills.

This ability doesn't kill the enemy, but it will drain all the energy of a spellcaster, turning a powerful mage into a large infantry. The demon hunter will then use his battle-hardened melee skills to kill the enemy.

It didn't dare let Illidan use this ability again.

It raised its hand and called upon the portals around it.

The Legion Calls!

Immediately, a group of demons rushed out. That was not all. For the first time, they rushed up and fought Illidan Stormrage in close combat. At this time, Illidan felt his senses begin to blur. He swung his war blade hard to cut at Tichondrius.

The demon was hit, but Illidan knew that this was not right. This was not the feeling of cutting flesh. Tichondrius' body disintegrated and turned into a group of bats, flying in all directions.

Illidan Stormrage seemed to see a tall figure in a trance. The figure had a pair of antlers and a strong body with knotted muscles.

"Illidan, your anger is directed at the wrong person. Please leave."

"Why? Could it be..."

“The way of nature requires hard practice. It requires great effort.

You now don’t understand the meaning of sacrifice! "

"If you really want to practice the Way of Nature, you can learn from your brother!"

"No! I will never lose! I will definitely gain great power and accomplish something that even my brother could not do.

I will destroy our enemies once and for all, rather than lingering on in perpetual fear."

"Tyrande! I will prove it to you!"

"Ah!" With a scream, Illidan was left with a hideous wound on his chest by the demonic claws of Tichondrius.

This blow was imbued with arcane power. It caused an explosion in Illidan's wound, causing blood to flow from his strong chest.

A group of demons came out of the portal and surrounded Illidan. Some of them began to use shadow curses, and some cast fel magic.

Illidan Stormrage escaped from his reverie, his strength nearly exhausted, and was now surrounded by Tichondrius's helpers.

Illidan Stormrage endured the severe pain: "Shadow, Fel Energy, Death, Void, Demon Summoning, Arcane, you have so many masters that you can't even count them on one hand!"

(End of this chapter)