Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 372 81. On this day, Blake finally remembered another job he had forgotten about

   "It is said that Illidan Stormrage is not a quiet person, he is like a fire that never goes out, and will burn everything he does not like.

   I heard that the man named Illidan did a terrible thing in Black Rook Hold ten thousand years ago.

   He ruthlessly sacrificed an entire army of moon guards, and after drawing enough magic power from them, he personally destroyed a powerful demon lord, and he angrily reprimanded everyone present. "

  Black, like a coroner, crouched on the ground around the platform, skillfully searching for spoils from the Naga's corpses.

   He took off a cold coral ring from Mistress Asisa's finger, looked at it, whistled, and threw it into the sack.

   took up the weapon clenched in the six palms of the Naga Mistress again.

He says:

   "I can even repeat his rant against everyone, including Kurtaros Ravencrest, the lord of Black Rook Keep, who single-handedly promoted him and held him in high regard.

   He said that they were blind, unable to see the real threat, and only cared about meaningless victories or defeats.

   It's wrong to scold people casually. I guess that man named Illidan, he certainly didn't know at that time, and he would soon be blinded.

   But he was always like that.

  From birth to the last bad thing he did, he was a person with great ideas, a person who would never give up once he identified his goals.

   is a very stubborn and hopeless person.

   Even if it caused people to betray their relatives, I don’t regret it. "

  Black stood up and walked to the body of the other Naga warlord. This guy was even worse. The spine in the snake-like body was broken by a huge force.

   Death is extremely painful.

  The pirate took the red coral trident in the hands of the Naga Warden, and waved it left and right. It felt very comfortable, so he carried it on his shoulders and planned to take it back and throw it to Maim as a reward.

   He looked back at him, sitting cross-legged in the center of the platform, maintaining a quiet meditation posture like a caster, not paying any attention to Illidan Stormrage who was among the piles of corpses.

  Black was silent for a few seconds and said:

   "So, did I read it wrong? Or is there a mistake in the story? If you are really that fiery Illidan, you should be more domineering and arrogant when I come here.

   But now you are so peaceful.

   After strangling these Naga with his own hands, he sat among their corpses, acting like a melancholy philosopher.

   Could it be that the archdruid Malfurion Stormrage is in front of me instead of his brother?

   This is not the meeting scene I imagined.

   This is far from it! No feeling at all! It's like attending a fan meeting excitedly, only to find out that your idol is a scum who likes to stab people with toothpicks!

   Also, what about the most professional group of prison officers in the world? To hold such a dangerous prisoner as you, why not put you in shackles?

   At least a fel stone seal should be arranged, right?

  Do they just let you move freely? "

   After Black said a lot, Illidan Stormrage, who had never responded, finally spoke up. This old elf with a red cloth strip-shaped blindfold on his face, who has lived for more than 10,000 years, said in his iconic voice:

   "You, it's noisy."

   "Ha, you finally spoke, you lost."

  Black stretched out his finger, pointed at Illidan, and laughed.

He says:

"Talk to me about something, Demon Hunter. The watchers are coming back soon, I can't stay here for too long, by the way, do you know that your group of die-hard subordinates are all killed by Suramar The big bad guy took away.

  A big bad guy named Elisande, she can be bad or bad.

   She is trying to turn the dark walkers you trained by yourself into her war vanguards, and she is digging your corners.

  Aren't you angry? "

"not angry."

   Illidan replied in a short tone:

   "The mission of the Illidari has been temporarily completed. When the War of the Ancients is over, my followers deserve to rest and enjoy peace. They are imprisoned here because of me.

   That's what I owe them.

   The warriors should enjoy a break until the next time the demon enters the world. As for Elisande, I'm not worried about her taking my companions.

  I have never demanded loyalty from my companions, nor did they follow me for loyalty.

   Each of them is very clear about their mission.

  With or without me, it’s the same. "

   "Well, I guess they probably don't think so, after all, they all call themselves your 'servants'."

  Black shrugged, blinked again, and said:

   "I didn't mean to provoke you, Illidan, but didn't you smell something emanating from me when I was near you?

  Which kind of fascination makes you dream, keeps you up at night, makes your heart surge, and makes you want to stop.

  Why didn't you jump at me the first time? To stab your searing weapon into me? Am I unattractive to you? "

   "You mean fel energy?

   Indeed, before you even walked in, I could smell the magic power with the smell of sulfur, but restraining the desire to hunt is the basic skill of every qualified hunter.

This is especially true of    Demon Hunters, where unrestrained hunting will only send us into self-destructing hell. "

   The blind old elf chuckled and responded in Sarasian language:

   "But with so much fel energy in you, it's not worth my attention to you. You can walk in here without being killed by Maiev, which proves that she doesn't think you are a big threat.

   Maiev is the best hunter I've ever seen, and I totally trust her judgment.

   In addition, I can feel that your body can hold ten times and a hundred times the amount of evil energy, but now there is only this amount, which proves that you have been resisting the evil energy entering your body.

   It's hard, a pirate of a race I haven't seen.

  10,000 years ago, I saw many spellcasters who were seduced by fel energy. Each of them was stronger than you, but they couldn't resist the temptation, and you resisted.

   This sense of reason and calmness alone is enough to make me open to you.

   Rather than killing you, I am more curious, where did the fel energy in you come from? After 10,000 years, your race will study fel energy, and will you start to repeat the mistakes of the elf empire? "

   "Very well, our conversation is finally moving forward."

  The pirate stepped forward boldly and approached Illidan Stormrage, saying:

"I know that in the Elven Empire 10,000 years ago, there was already research on sorcerer magic. In Queen Azshara's court, there are many sorcerers who were transformed from arcane masters, and they study fel energy for her day and night. Mystery.

   You did a great job back then.

   While destroying the Well of Eternity, it also destroyed Queen Azshara's research results on fel energy, basically eliminating the inheritance of warlock magic in Azeroth.

   However, the sorcerer magic I learned did not come from the inheritance of the elf empire.

   It is from another world.

   was brought into Azeroth by a group of invaders called the Orcs, and the beginning of that war took place seven years ago, in our human domain, on the lands of the Eastern Kingdoms.

  We fought the orcs for seven years, and finally defeated them half a year ago, captured them, and drove them back to their world.

   hiss.”

  Blake had already walked around to Illidan when he said this, and by the light of the blazing long sword, he could see the watchman spell on Illidan's arm, chest, and neck.

  Those charms should come from the divine arts of the Moon God, and the natural magic of the Druids. They are like living creatures, covering Illidan's upper body.

   merged with the dark green magic pattern on his body.

  The Watchers didn't let Illidan Stormrage move freely in the cage, they didn't put shackles on Illidan because they didn't need those things.

   The spell in front of him was absorbing the fel magic power in Illidan’s body every moment. It was quite amazing that he could still maintain his current vitality after being extracted like this for 10,000 years.

  It's all like this, Brother Dan, can you strangle these Naga who are trying to take you away?

   How fierce are you?

   It can only be said that as expected of Sargeras, he was a man who was given power by the fallen Titan himself.

   "What? Scared?"

  Illidan Stormrage raised his head slightly, as if he could not feel the pain of these spells on his body at all, more likely he was used to it.

  He raised his head and "looked" at Blake with his eyes with red cloth blindfolds.

Say:

   "If you are caught by them, you will probably be treated like this, pirate."

   This is a bad joke!

   But without a doubt.

  Black didn't think that if he was caught in the burrow of the watchmen, he would taste the "super VIP treatment" in front of him. He shrugged and said:

   "Which eye did you see that I was frightened? Uh, sorry, I forgot, you're blind, you only see with your senses, not your eyes.

  I'm sorry, I touched your sore spot.

   But let’s continue with that topic.

   Those orcs, those orcs who invaded the human kingdom, they are big, green, and wild, but they are very few in number. Logically speaking, with their number, it is impossible to drive human civilization to a dead end.

   But they did.

   Do you know how they did it?

Let me tell you, it was a big man who was once called a 'benefactor' by them. Through a ceremony, he used some less 'civilized' methods to forcefully pour the violent violence that did not belong to the beasts. into their bodies.

   Their entire race was tainted by that power.

   They are like moving sources of pollution.

   After spreading this filthy and violent power in their world, after making their world dying and drying up, it entered our world under the leadership of the 'Blesser''s bastards."

  The pirates stopped.

   He observed Illidan's expression, the latter's face had become serious.

   Apparently, Illidan Stormrage knew what kind of story Black was trying to tell him.

   "The demons were defeated by you 10,000 years ago. They suffered defeat in Azeroth. This is regarded as a disgrace by them. Their hatred burns in the Twisting Void, and they don't want to take revenge for a second.

  The world under our feet is a thorn in their eyes, a thorn in their flesh"

  Black put his hands behind his back, bent down, and lowered his face to one meter in front of Illidan. He looked at the elf sitting cross-legged in front of him.

Say:

   "In addition to being a pirate, I am a prophet. My idol, Illidan Stormrage, I am a prophet who has come here to prophesy to you a terrible truth that you have not yet discovered.

  The demons from 10,000 years ago were not brewing conspiracies, nor were they waiting for an opportunity.

  They are back!

   Seven years ago, when the Dark Portal was established in the cursed land of the Eastern Continent, they have already returned! Only this time, they took a smarter approach.

   They are trying to use the orcs to fight a proxy war

  When you willingly put on the invisible shackles created by your brother and your lover, and exiled yourself in this cage, before you knew it, another war with the devil broke out in this world.

   And this time, this war.

  You are absent! "

   In the words of the pirates, Illidan's expression changed very strangely. He raised his head and "looked" at Black, as if to confirm this statement.

   After a few seconds, he asked back:

   "They, are back?"

   "They never left."

  The pirate stood up straight and responded with the solemn tone a "prophet" should have:

   "Perhaps you should travel to Dalaran, the magical city-state of mankind, and read the records of the mages there, and you will know that demons have been infiltrating the world during your ten thousand years of self-imposed exile.

  Illidan Stormrage, I am a mourning raven, bringing you bad news from afar.

   But, enemy of the devil, it is time for your ten thousand years of imprisonment to end.

Just today.

  This world needs your power! "

   Under Black's gaze, a strange smile appeared on Illidan's thin face. As those lips grinned outward, sharp teeth that had demonized were looming in his mouth.

   His throat moved up and down.

   Like a thirsty and hungry person, smelling the most delicious food. It was like a skinny and skinny tiger lying in the darkness, and opened his eyes at this moment.

   He was very hungry.

   He was thirsty.

   But he didn't need food and water to live, and what he was craving, wanting to devour, was something more terrible.

   "What a long truce, it's been ten thousand years."

  Illidan stood up with difficulty, stretched out his hand and clasped the watchman charm on his arm, and while pulling fiercely, he pulled the living thing out of the flesh and threw it aside.

  The Demon Hunter moved his body.

   The manic atmosphere that Blake was so familiar with returned to this elf, so the pirate said to the elf in front of him with a look of joy and relief:

   "Then welcome back to the battlefield, Illidan Stormrage. I think you may need some supplies before you set foot on the battlefield. Weak warriors cannot win.

   Fortunately, I brought you what you need most.

  I think, a seasoned warrior like you will definitely be willing to pay the necessary price for victory, right? "

   (end of this chapter)