Illidan mysteriously took out a piece of black scale. The ferocious aura emanating from the scale imdiately reminded everyone of the cunning and treacherous black dragon king.
"I can find Nefarian easily!" Illidan was extrely determined.
Sargeras seed very happy: "Okay! You will be rewarded in return for your loyalty to ... However, it will cost you a small extra price..."
Illidan raised his head. For the first ti, a trace of uneasiness flashed across his long face: "My Lord Sargeras, it is my great honor that you have co to Azeroth in person. I don’t need anyone to help --"
"Really? But... I insist on doing this." Sargeras laughed teasingly, showing the moodiness of a demon lord.
Suddenly, two objects burning with dark green flas "whoosh" flew out from the portal.
The flas were so bright that they looked like two suns bursting out of the darkness at the sa ti. Duke turned his head away, blocking Tyrande’s eyes with a shadow. The Void Lords also made their own moves to dodge or block.
Only Illidan had nowhere to escape; he could not avoid Sargeras’ spells at all.
Flas leapt into his eyes.
The eyeballs, one of the most fragile organs in the body, suddenly felt an extrely terrible burning sensation.
"Ahhhhhh - no -" Illidan scread in pain, his cry echoing throughout the hall and even drifting outside the huge palace.
There was no longer any trace of pride on his face. Only pain, extre pain, endless pain that seed to burn even his soul.
Tyrande didn’t dare to look. She was horrified and covered her mouth tightly, subconsciously looking for comfort. She threw herself on Duke’s back. She thought she would hate this action. Unfortunately, she hid behind Duke, like a pair of intimate lovers.
If Illidan had any ti left, he would be furious.
It’s a pity that he has no ti to pay attention to others.
Every being in the hall looked on in amazent as the fire in Illidan’s eyes grew stronger and stronger.
Sargeras’ terrible power pulled Illidan, forcing him to stretch out his arms, lift his feet off the ground, and pull his whole body into the air with his joints bent backwards as if he were tied to a cross and being tortured.
It seed that in the next mont, this extrely famous hero in later generations would be broken like a matchstick.
Illidan’s eyeballs were burned to ashes in the first instant, but the flas did not go out. The flas fueled by evil magic continued to jump into his eye sockets.
When the flas burned away the last trace of blood and granulation tissue in the eye sockets, the flas suddenly went out.
Illidan collapsed on the solid stone ground like a dead dog. Even the residual pain in his nerves still made him feel excruciatingly painful. All his previous arrogance was gone.
At this ti, Sargeras’ voice sounded again: "My loyal servant..."
Illidan raised his head obediently.
His eyes were gone, leaving only two empty eye sockets on his face, with only a few wisps of smoke hovering in the eye sockets like ghosts, neither slowly disappearing nor becoming more fierce.
"From now on, your vision is my vision, night elf. Wu Xiandao doesn’t trust you, and I agree with him, but from now on, I think I can start to try to trust you..."
Illidan said nothing, obviously the pain was so great that he couldn’t concentrate.
But Duke next to him could clearly feel Illidan’s hatred.
Seize the hatred of lovers!
The hatred of destroying his eyes!
Either one of them is enough to make Duke a permanent enemy in Illidan’s heart.
Sure enough, every big boss demon can be easily fooled. Even though Sargeras has begun to believe in Duke’s plan, he is still unwilling to hand over such an important matter to a certain existence.
Stir up hatred between the two and make sure they will never be of the sa mind.
This is checks and balances!
This is how the Demon King controls his subordinates.
So scheming!
Good calculation!
If Duke was not a veteran ti traveler who had traveled through ti twice, he would probably be tricked along with Illidan when he tried to trick the Burning Legion.
Duke only wanted to say to Sa’s precautions: Haha! However, it was useless.
Ti goes by day by day.
There weren’t many surprises. The only one that could be called a surprise was the rebellion of Dath’Remar Sunstrider. Kael’thas’ grandfather was very smart. He realized that the Burning Legion’s attitude towards the Highborne had not changed at a ti when Sargeras’ will could easily co. The last batch of fel crystals was just a personal gift from a high-ranking lord.
This obviously ans that the Burning Legion never really took the Highborne seriously.
Das’Remar hated the disgusting appearance of the Satyrs. As a true noble and a thoughtful wise man, he began to realize that what Queen Azshara said was probably an empty promise.
He had wanted to leave Azshara’s camp for a long ti, but he had no outstanding proof of his allegiance until he ’accidentally’ discovered that the soul of the demigod Cenarius’s eldest disciple was imprisoned in a small soul crystal, which was the side hall where Duke lived.
Duke has been busy with the mysterious "Thor’s Hamr" project recently. He and the twins rarely co back to the side hall.
"For Cenarius’s chief disciple and the high priest of the Moon Goddess, this would be a great gift." This is what Das’Rema thought and did.
As a result, the founder of the Sun Strikers almost lost his life in the city of Azshara.
The dancer Celega, who was thought to be easily knocked out, turned out to be unexpectedly strong. Das’Rema had to work hard to subdue her.
He also thought that since he was saving Tyrande in the na of justice, the High Priest of the Moon Goddess would imdiately follow him. However, Tyrande scread and took out a magic-destroying bow to shoot him, almost nailing him to the wall.
The only lucky thing was that he still got the soul crystal, broke it imdiately and released Malfurion.
Finally he initiated the teleportation before the demon guards arrived.
Yes! It is a space teleportation with a casting ti of ten seconds.
He found that he could not understand what Tyrande was thinking. After he let Malfurion go, Tyrande shrank back to the corner of the side hall by herself, neither attacking him nor following him.
With no choice, Dath’Remar had to flee before the space-transportation channel dedicated to the nobles in Azshara City was closed.
When Duke ca back, Tyrande threw herself into his arms and whispered, "Promise that you will end this as soon as possible. I’m going crazy! No matter who succeeds, let it end quickly!"
Duke said in a deep voice: "Okay!"
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