Infinite Heroes Seat

Kalimdor, Felwood, Archdruid Malfurion looked at his brother with an angry look on his face, and said bitterly, "Ilidan, look at what you have become now. I knew it before. I shouldn't agree with Tyrande's statement to let you out!"

Surrounded by a group of night elves, the demon hunter at this time is no longer what he used to be. After only a period of time, he has become more and more burly and tall. The most important thing is that a pair of bat wings grew behind him. And double horns grew on his forehead,-this is the appearance of a devil, now Illidan Stormrage is no longer a night elf, he has transformed into a half-demon.

Illidan paid no attention to being pointed and pointed by the night elves around him and being reprimanded by his brother. But then this look was replaced by joy.

"What have I become?" He looked at his brother with a sneer, "This is just the price of gaining power!"

The sword of Azzinoth in his hand pointed at the huge demon corpse that fell to one side, and the demon hunter said loudly: "I killed Tichondrius, the demon leader who corrupted this forest, I saved this forest, and It's not you rubbish!"

Facing the compatriots who were looking badly around him, Illidan's face was distorted terribly, with resentment in his eyes, and the flames that represented the devil kept jumping. Thousands of years of imprisonment ★ life, not understood, not recognized, suspicion, betrayal, jealousy, all kinds of troubles and depression all broke out at this moment, because of the powerful power, the demon hunter Illidan not only tends to himself In the dark. And his temper became more and more fierce.

Roaring loudly, the faint green flame ignited on Illidan. It made him look like a devil from hell, and the night elves around him took a step back. Raised the weapon in his hand.

"Shut up!" However, looking at the fierce demon hunter, the regret and disgust in Imafarian's eyes became more and more obvious. "Ilidan, don't you know, the evil created by Sargeras himself? It can turn anyone who uses demons into demons, and their consciousness will be extremely inclined to destroy and kill. You are now step by step toward the real darkness!"

However, facing the archdruid's questioning, Illidan was not afraid, and did not squint. Looking at the other person, holding his neck straight and said: "Since you were sentenced to life imprisonment and locked up in that dark place for 10,000 years, I have gone into darkness! My brother!"

A short sentence, but Imafario seemed to be stung by a bee, and his face paled suddenly.

His lips squirmed slightly, and he stopped talking, but finally a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes.

"Ilidan Stormrage, I pronounce in the name of Archdruid that you will be expelled. You will never be allowed to return here in your lifetime, and you will never be allowed to step into the home of the night elves again!"

In the fearful gaze of the surrounding night elves, the archdruid finally gave his brother a trial and exiled it.

And heard this punishment. Illidan was silent for a while, then glanced at the night elves who were gloating and exhaling around him, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth. "Just to my liking!"

Holding the Warblade of Azzinoth in his hand, the demon hunter turned and separated the crowd. Leaving in strides without reluctance, in a short while. Disappeared in the depths of the forest.

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On the continent of Lordaeron, the Scarlet Monastery that has been occupied by the blood elves, lies in a hidden dungeon below.

The flame contained in the iron basin exudes a swaying light, shining long mottled black shadows on the wall. A man and a woman are fastened tightly by chains and locked to the wall. On the other side of the ground, one long The bat-winged Dreadlord was crawling on the ground respectfully, his expression full of horror.

"Varimasas, you are much smarter than your two elder brothers!" Sitting on a wooden chair, Mo Wen leaned his chin and smiled softly at the demon beside him.

Beside him, a big sword with a pearl inlaid on the spine of the sword shook constantly on the ground, but it was firmly locked by the chains issued by the magic circle on the ground around it, and it was still unable to break free.

Since Mo Wen descended into this world, the situation on the continent of Lordaeron has changed a lot.

During the Undead Scourge, Silvermoon City was not breached. Although the high elves died of some soldiers, few civilians died. The Scourge lost a lot of troops in front of Silvermoon City, but did not obtain enough corpses. As a result, the strength was greatly reduced. What made the situation worse was that Mo Wen killed the newly resurrected Arch Lich Kel'Thuzad in front of the Temple of the Sunwell. As a result, after Arthas followed the Burning Legion to Kalimdor, the Scourge had no leader. Command and dispatch are inconvenient, and the research and development of various psychic spells are also approaching zero. Therefore, although the undead natural disasters this time also led to the death of a large number of human races in Lordaeron, the military strength and threats cannot be compared with history.

The Scarlet Crusaders, which had just been established not long ago, were carelessly underestimating the enemy because of this. They attacked the ruins of Stratholme without making sufficient preparations, leading to the same ending as the original history. Alexander Mograine died on the spot, Dassault. Han was possessed.

It’s funny to say that in the original history, the three dreadlords were ordered by Archimonde to stay to monitor the Scourge that was close to them. They experienced a series of events such as the defeat of the Burning Legion and the awakening of the Forsaken. I just ran into the Scarlet Crusade, but in this life, because Mo Wen led the blood elves to rise strongly, the Defiler’s fear of him far exceeded that of the Scourge, so this time the three dreadlords received the order to monitor. Every move of the blood elves, if possible, stumbling on the opponent.

But at that time, the blood elves were hiding in Silvermoon City making pre-war preparations, and there was nothing to do. The dreadlords had no good way to get into it, so they had no choice but to put the blood elves in the upper ranks of the human race that had a good relationship with them. History has slipped a big circle, and as a result, it has returned to the original point.

Mo Wen slaughtered the two dreadlords of Barnazar and Desailoc in the plain outside Tyr’s hand, and found the last Varimathras in the Scarlet Monastery, only because of the last fear The demon king is so witty, so Mo Wen didn't kill it, but helped it hide it.

Listening to the inexplicable ridicule, a trace of spite and a trace of mockery flashed in the eyes of Varimathras, who was crawling on the ground, but then he lowered his body and said more respectfully: "This is Banazar, they are too stupid. Trying to fight against the mighty blood elves~www.readwn.com~ is simply seeking a dead end! Your lord can rest assured, Varimathras will do his best to assist the lord!"

It should be said that the Dreadlord is worthy of being an expert in playing with people's hearts. Mo Wenming knew what was thinking in the heart of the demon who was kneeling on the ground, but he was still comforted by the flattering and loyalty of the other party.

"Okay, okay, what do I want you to do?"

He waved his hand casually to stop the opponent, Mo Wen looked at the men and women who were locked on the wall, and asked gently.

A burly face is a little old blonde man, fair skin, a pair of white thighs exposed silver-haired woman, if Bridget is here, she will be surprised, because these two people are amazingly what Mo Wen said to her before, has been Secretly executed Renault Mograine, the son of the Ashbringer, and Whitemane, the adopted daughter of the Ashbringer. (To be continued...)

ps: Thanks to Captain Cookie, a sparrow, the vicissitudes of life, the search for the soul, the monthly ticket and the eternal chaos truth, the blood moon and the stars

And ☆ Fallen Angel's reward.

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