Infinite Heroes Seat

Kalimdor Continent, in a hidden canyon, just after the battle, many corpses were lying on the ground, dripping blood even stained the dense grass. ----

Several night elves looked sadly at their dead compatriots, eyes full of unbearable self-blame, and then they saw one of them looking at the beautiful female elves riding a white tiger and carrying a long bow in front of the team. He asked: "High Priest Tyrande, are we right to do this? For that demon, sacrificed so many fellow Guardians?"

A trace of sadness flashed in the eyes of the female elf, but it was immediately replaced by firmness.

"We have to do this. Although Illidan has made mistakes before, it is undeniable that he has a strong power. In order to fight the Burning Legion and the Scourge, we need him.-Besides, in any case, 10,000 years of imprisonment. It's enough to make appropriate punishments for his past behavior."

Looking at the night elf watchers on the ground, Tyrande sighed slightly, but his expression was a bit compassionate and sad, "And if Maiev's men are too stubborn, we don't have to go. At this point, these fighters should have been elites against the Burning Legion, but they died here in vain!"

Seeing such an expression from the originally strong boss, the breath of those sentinels was suffocated. The beauty's holiness and tenderness undoubtedly aroused their desire for protection and admiration, so one by one they threw away the guilt of just killing their compatriots. When they got to the back of their heads, they comforted one after another: "Your High Priest, you are not to blame, there is no other way."

"It happens that Master Maiev Shadowsong is not here at this time, otherwise it wouldn't be like this."

"In order to fight the Burning Legion, we also have to make some sacrifices."

"Yeah!" The comfort of the crowd made the high priest's mood a lot better, and then Tyrande lightly leaped off the white tiger from the mount. Turned over and jumped down, "Well, let's go find Illidan now!"

Illidan's prison was built in an underground cave deep in the canyon. The long tunnel was dripping with water droplets, and the environment was quiet and depressing.

Step by step down the steps, Tyrande and his party finally came to the last room.

Looking through the iron prison door, this is a small and small room, which is not too big. There are some simple tables and chairs and a small bed. The small bed now sits on a tall night elf.

It seems that because of not seeing the sun for a long time, this elf's violet skin looks a little dull. The person is also a little haggard, his hands and feet are wrapped with layers of special vines, which are the instruments of torture used by night elves to guard and guard powerful prisoners. They can absorb the magic power of the prisoner to prevent the prisoner from escaping, and the absorption process is generally uncomfortable.

The prisoner had his eyes closed and sat on the bed motionless, like a statue, but when Tyrande and others approached. His long ears trembled suddenly. Then he asked: "You are not under Maiev, who are you?"

Maybe it was a long time without speaking. At this time, the prisoner's voice was a bit hoarse and dry.

A trace of sadness flashed in his eyes, and Tyrande slowly said, "Ilidan. It's me!"

"Tyrande?" Although the other party didn't say his name, Illidan recognized the voice engraved deep in his soul, and his head lifted up. The tone of voice has also improved a lot, "Did you come to see me?!"

With a little sentimental and melancholy, Illidan muttered to himself: "Ten thousand years, I thought you had forgotten me."

I felt a little sour in my heart. Seeing the former high-spirited childhood sweetheart became like this, Tyrande didn’t know what to say, and couldn’t speak. After all, from a certain perspective, Illidan fell to this point, or More or less her responsibility lies in it, and the entangled relationship between her and the two brothers Stormrage is undoubtedly one of the main reasons for each other's depravity.

After a moment of silence, Tyrande put aside the entanglement between the two and said directly: "Ilidan, the Burning Legion is here again. Our race is in distress. I need your help."

There was another silence, and Illidan laughed sadly: "I knew if nothing major happened, you would not come to see me. After all, did you choose him back then?"

Tyrande did not speak, but looked at him quietly.

Illidan slowly got off the bed, dragging the long vines on his hands and feet to the door of the prison. He closed his eyes, fumbled and raised a hand, as if he wanted to touch Tyrande's cheek, but finally put it down slumpingly.

"I promise you, Tyrande, I will help you deal with the Burning Legion," Illidan muttered softly, and then, as if in fear and grief, he took a step back, and then opened his eyes sharply.

"But this is for you, not for the night elves!"

Under the lavender eyes, the flames representing the devil are burning blazingly!

Looking at the woman he loves most, Illidan said categorically in Fury.

After ten thousand years, the demon hunter is about to start his hunt for the devil again.

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Eastern Plague, on the plain outside Tyr’s hand, two waves of armies are facing each other tensely, spears lined with halberds and flags, and the same bright red armor comes from two completely different races.

The Scarlet Crusade General Brigitte Abidis looked at the tens of thousands of blood elves surrounded by his subordinates, but his expression was ugly to the extreme. He gently kicked his stirrup, more and more crowds, facing each other. The elf holding a purple-blue sword in front of the elf team shouted, "His Royal Highness, why did you and your blood elf army come here? Why are you surrounding my army?"

The Scarlet Crusaders are known for their madness, but this does not mean that they have no brains at all. If there are few blood elves and dare to besiege them, then these fanatics will definitely treat the blood elves as the minions of natural disasters, but the problem is now. There are many blood elves, and the troops are at least several times more than theirs. Naturally, they won’t fight directly.

"Why did you come?" Mo Wen took a close look at the heroic female knight holding a double-edged axe in front of him, and then glanced over the few people standing in her team, but smiled and replied loudly: "Naturally it is to burn. The demons of the Legion are here, General Bridget, I suspect that there are demons in your army!"

Among the Scarlet Crusade, a figure in a priest's robe shook slightly, and then calmed down again. Most of the other soldiers were in a commotion. Except for some thoughtful expressions, they all looked at Mo Wen with an unkind expression, and their eyes were full of anger and suspicion.

Bridget raised the battle axe in his hand angrily and shouted: "It's impossible! All the Scarlet Crusades are the most devout believers of the Holy Light. There will never be any demons here!"

Then the young general who inherited his father's position gave Mo Wen a vicious look and continued: "His Royal Highness, if you leave with your people now, I can assume that nothing has happened, otherwise If you do, I would suspect that you are in collusion with those **** undead and have to eliminate you here!"

And following her words, all the Scarlet Crusaders raised their weapons and shouted together, seeing that the posture really wanted to fight tens of thousands of elite blood elves with a mere thousands of troops.

Impulsive, brainless, and fanatical. Although I knew before that these Scarlet Crusades who were bewitched by the Dreadlord were abnormal ~www.readwn.com~, but when I saw it, I still had to write the word'service'. These were believed The guy who dazzled his head with hatred really didn't know how to write dead words.

"Array!"

Along with Mo Wen's shout, the blood elves' formation also changed. The elven knights took a step forward and stood at the forefront of the team with their shields. A bright halo bloomed from under their feet and enveloped all the troops. , The Farstriders and the wizards raised their weapons and aimed them at the Scarlet Crusade in the middle of the field.

The breeze blew the grass and bent down, and the entire plain fell silent for an instant, and the atmosphere of murder enveloped the audience. Humans and elves were looking at each other with cold eyes, and the war was about to start.

Then at this moment, Mo Wen's team suddenly came out with a shout.

"Wait, wait, Your Highness Kael'thas! I have something to say to Bridget!" (To be continued. (.))

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