Stormwind Wizard God
Chapter 771: Demon

Chapter 771: Demon

Seeing the system prompt that the claw was labeled "Sindragosa, Mother of the Frost Dragon", Duke felt as sick as if he had eaten a fly.

Oh my god!

Didn’t I remind Malygos to help Sindragosa relocate his grave?

What has this funny blue dragon king done during this period?

Doesn’t this guy take what I said seriously at all?

Duke is very angry. He is not afraid of the god-like boss but is afraid of the pig-like teammates!

He doesn’t do what he is told to do, but instead sends powerful hitters to the enemy. How can you tolerate such a teammate?

At this moment, Duke wanted to kill Malygos.

However, the next moment, when Duke stared at the pale and huge bone claw, a cluster of resentful thoughts was analyzed by the system AI.

It was a crazy resentment that was almost solidified into substance.

In a trance, Duke saw this vision.

A long, long, long time ago, five-colored dragons were given the mission of guarding the world of Azeroth.

One day, Neltharion created the Dragon Soul, and under the pretext of fighting the Burning Legion, he deceived other dragons into injecting their power into this artifact...

Above the Well of Eternity, Neltharion openly betrayed his former brothers and sisters. Malygos and his beloved spouse Sindragosa led their blue dragons to surround the Guardian of the Earth, attempting to annihilate this great traitor of the Dragonflight!

They attacked Nefarian, but Nefarian used the Dragon Soul to strike, killing almost all the blue dragons in an instant.

Sindragosa was blown away to the far north... Unable to fly, she fell headfirst onto the frozen ground of Icecrown. Blinded and on the verge of death, she desperately struggled toward the Dragonblight - the resting place of the dragons.

She gathered all her remaining strength and called upon Malygos to help her, but the only response she received was the howling of the freezing wind...

The distance was too far, and she realized with despair and pain that it was impossible for her to reach Dragonblight and rest in peace. Her sanity slowly faded away along with her life...

In the madness before her death, only hatred remained in her heart: hatred for the Burning Legion, hatred for Neltharion, and even... hatred for Malygos. But the most hatred was hatred for the entire mortal world...

At the moment of his death, Sindragosa swore: revenge!

The Lich King Ner’zhul resurrected her and gave her a chance for revenge. She also became one of the leaders of Icecrown Castle and the mother of all frost dragons.

The image ends here.

Bone dragons are not liches. The little sanity they have left is not enough to conceal what they are thinking. But that is not important. Their strength makes up for it all.

Only Duke knew that perhaps it was the change of fate that made everything go wrong.

According to the original history, Sindragosa would not appear for at least twenty years, but he attacked Arthas in advance, which resulted in the current Lich King Ner’zhul going to resurrect Sindragosa.

If we extrapolate this way, Ner’zhul had actually been eyeing Sindragosa, who was not in Dragonblight, for a long time, but for some reason, he did not resurrect her at the beginning of the Third Dark Gate War. Perhaps it was to cultivate the dark power of the mother of the frost dragon, or for some other reason.

At this moment, Duke suddenly understood that Malygos, the king of blue dragons, did not bring back Sindragosa’s remains.

When love turns into hate, the more love there is, the more hate there is.

The death of my partner was certainly a tragedy.

But looking back, he discovered that even after his partner had been dead for ten thousand years, the mad hatred he felt towards himself still hadn’t dissipated. No one could bear this.

Bringing the skeleton of a giant dragon with such resentment back to the Dragonbone Wilds, isn’t that like inviting a wolf into the house and demolishing one’s own ancestral grave?

Okay, understanding is understanding!

You didn’t move the tomb, Malygos, you bastard, just tell me or my people!

You bastard blue dragon has screwed me over!

Well, understanding does not mean forgiveness.

Duke hated Malygos for not collecting his wife’s body for ten thousand years.

Without the mess left by Malygos, how could Sindragosa be here now?

Space teleportation with enemy interference is extremely dangerous. If it were a human, and they still teleported under such interference, they would have been killed long ago.

But Sindragosa, who was born as a blue dragon, is different. His body is incredibly strong and can withstand even greater forces of void distortion. Therefore, this scene happened before our eyes, with Ner’zhul personally taking action and using Sindragosa’s claws to save Arthas.

"Hahahaha! Hahahahaha! Edmund Duke! I will come back! I will definitely come back! When I come back, that will be the end of all living things in this world!" In the gap between Sindragosa’s claws, Arthas, with only half of his body left, laughed wildly.

Duke bared his teeth and ordered: "Mograine! Turalyon! Destroy his evil half!"

The two paladins immediately understood.

Just in front of the furious Arthas, two holy swords chopped down directly, completely destroying Arthas’s lower body.

"No--" Along with Arthas’ angry roar, the frost dragon’s bony claws and he finally disappeared into the huge portal.

A smile finally appeared on Duke’s lips. What the Lich King Ner’zhul valued at the beginning was Arthas’s body. Now, half of the body of this fallen prince has been destroyed. In the end, will Arthas still become the next Lich King?

This is really an intriguing conjecture.

With Arthas’s embarrassed retreat, the entire forest finally returned to silence, and Mograine and others surrounded them.

"This battle of ours..." Turalyon hesitated.

Duke let out a long breath. "At least it was a success. The body of a death knight can indeed be reshaped, but the new one is definitely not as good as the original one. We can at least be sure that Arthas will not interfere in the battle of Mount Hyjal."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

At least no one died on the Alliance side, but half of the opponent’s strongman Arthas was disabled.

Duke turned to Turalyon and asked, "After using Holy Healing, Saidan..."

Turalyon smiled, "It’s no big deal, just a little overdrawn. Holy Light is not fel energy, there won’t be any sequelae. Just add an extra chicken leg to that guy’s meals. But, I’m afraid I can’t count on Saidan’s fighting power in the battle of Mount Hyjal."

Duke waved his hands to indicate that he was fine.

He also brought so many people here for the sake of safety. You know, in the original history, the Alliance only sent Jaina’s Theramore Expedition.

Suddenly, in the distance north of Felwood, a huge wave of dark power alarmed everyone.

"That is..." Sylvanas was surprised and confused.

"It’s okay." Patting Sylvanas’s shoulder, Duke smiled and said, "It seems that a dreadlord has died!"

How awesome is it for a legendary hero who steps into the realm of heroes to cheat?

Just look at an egg and you will know.

Ten thousand years ago, Illidan used the power of demons to severely deceive the Burning Legion. What the arcane power could not do, the demon’s fel power did.

Even though he was eventually caught and imprisoned for ten thousand years, he never changed his mind.

Anyone locked up in a closed space without sunlight or moonlight for a month would go insane, let alone ten thousand years. Fortunately, Illidan was already blind ten thousand years ago, otherwise he would have gone even crazier.

Although he was skeptical of Arthas’ motives, Illidan, who was still hungry for magic, felt that with the power of the Skull of Gul’dan, he should be able to defeat the Burning Legion’s army in Felwood.

So he easily defeated the demon guard guarding the artifact and got what he wanted.

"Hiss--" He first took a breath, and then Illidan was immediately amazed by the power hidden in the magic weapon.

Ordinary magical weapons cannot attract Illidan.

But how attractive is this magic weapon of divine level to him?

Simply put, it means being willing to throw oneself into a flame.

Why?

Gul’dan himself was a demigod, and after he switched from a shaman to a warlock, his strength was certainly first-rate. The key point was that he died in the Tomb of Sargeras.

Gul’dan, who possessed a powerful soul and immense resentment, was immersed in the dark power emanating from the Tomb of Sargeras for a long time after his death.

This further enhances the quality of the entire magic weapon.

Illidan will never forget what he looked like after he activated the power bestowed by Sargeras during the War of the Ancients, and the powerful force that made him unable to stop.

I still remember how it felt to feel that powerful energy flowing through my limbs.

This addiction to magic made Illidan choose to absorb the power of the Skull of Gul’dan without hesitation.

It was just a small part. He was like Popeye eating fresh spinach. The muscles in his limbs all swelled up. If he hadn’t restrained himself, he might have turned into a complete demon if he had absorbed it with all his strength.

Even so, after Illidan absorbed the power of the Skull of Gul’dan, he was immediately transformed into a half-demon.

"Hoo-hoo-hoo-" Illidan’s enlarged nostrils spewed out turbid dark power.

He really enjoyed this feeling.

Unlike those poor souls who were so overwhelmed by the violent force that they lost their minds, Illidan was very clear-headed. He knew what he wanted and what he had to do.

"Now, we have to complete Tyrande’s mission."

With power, everything is possible.

With the Demon Hunter’s instinctive sense of demons, Illidan’s body was like a gust of black wind, shuttling between the towering green trees of the Felwood Forest.

The stinking demonic scent floating in the woods is the best guide. It is no different from installing a radar, except that Illidan’s ability to sense demons is exaggeratedly far away.

"The pollution is not enough! The great master is about to obtain treasures from the Endless Sea. He will be here soon. We must clear the road first... Huh!?"

A dark blue shadow suddenly shot out from the dense forest, like the light of a crescent moon, and dozens of demon heads with long curved horns shot up into the sky. Even Tichondrius, the leader of the dreadlords, could not help but turn cold when he saw this scene.

Strong enemy!

"Who!?" Along with shouting, the Dreadlord raised his hand and released a Foul Swarm of Bees.

In response to the summons of the Dreadlord came a large number of creatures and insects that lived in the dark. This black wave filled with foul smells immediately turned the entire area into a kingdom of death.

If Illidan was still in the cone area of ​​the attack, he would definitely be in danger even if he didn’t turn into a pile of scarlet bones.

He is too fast.

The speed of an agile hero is definitely beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

It looked like he was hit, but in fact Tichondrius missed the target by at least 90 degrees.

"Ouch!" The Demon King did not have time to react. Two horrific scars deep enough to see the bone suddenly appeared on his winged back. One could even see that his shoulder blade, which was many times harder than steel, was also cut with deep sword marks.

Tichondrius was terribly scared.

What made him even more upset was yet to come.

The evil energy circuits in his body were suddenly disturbed in a horrible way. A breath more intense than fire rushed into his evil energy circuits, not only directly evaporating at least one-fifth of his evil energy, but also the chaotic shock wave caused by it caused damage to his internal organs!

Before he could pay attention, four consecutive sword strikes hit his left rib, causing the Dreadlord to let out the loudest howl since the war began.

Just as he half-knelt down, his right leg was stabbed twice more.

Illidan turned into a tornado, slashing at Tichondrius at high speed. In front of Illidan, Tichondrius’s movements were slower than a snail, and every melee attack of the demon king was easily dodged.

no!

This can’t go on!

Tichondrius suddenly blasted Rotten Swarm toward the ground.

Illidan frowned and could only retreat quickly. In his opinion, there was a safe enough distance between him and the dreadlord.

But the Dreadlord’s tricks were far beyond his imagination.

Suddenly I felt very sleepy...

In less than half a second, Illidan fell asleep, standing on the battlefield with the Twin Blades of Azzinoth in his hands, and fell asleep in a ridiculous manner.

The leader of the dreadlords finally let out a hideous laugh.

Absolutely Sleeping!

A terrifying skill that can put intelligent creatures into a sleep state until death if resistance fails. The only drawback is that external damage may stimulate the victim to wake up.

It doesn’t matter. Tichondrius grabbed Illidan with his claws. Yes! He wanted to tear this ignorant night elf who caused him painful memories into two halves, and then pull out his humble soul and torture him for thousands of years!

At the moment when his magic power suddenly returned, Illidan woke up.

"Idiot! It’s too late!" the Dreadlord grinned.

"Really?" Illidan responded with the same sly and evil smile.

In the hands of the dreadlord who was several people tall, Illidan was just like a toy. But in less than one hundredth of a second, Illidan’s body grew larger, becoming taller and stronger than Tichondrius.

demon!

"Impossible! You..."

The terrified speech of the Dreadlord leader came to an abrupt halt, because his heart had been pulled out by the claws of the terrifying black demon.

No, not just his heart.

Even his soul was pulled out by the black devil.

If the demon is killed normally, its soul can easily return to the twisting void. As long as it has someone to help it, it will be resurrected immediately.

But the fight between demons is a bit bad!

Especially since the other party actually possesses the power from the origin of Sargeras...

"No, no, no! Don’t kill me! Don’t..." Above the heart that was gushing out smelly black blood, the soul of Tichondrius, as small as a small doll, begged desperately.

But Illidan, who had turned into a black demon, showed a cruel smile that was more demonic than that of the dreadlord.

"Rather than letting you go, I am more eager to see your eternal death. Hehehe! Hehehehehe!" With a hideous laugh like a night owl, Illidan crushed the heart of the dreadlord leader with one hand.

Then, in an instant, he used only his left hand to throw countless punches at the body of the Dreadlord as it began to kneel!

The surging impact filled with dark power easily shattered this body that made countless creatures tremble into pieces!

The next moment, a black light shot up into the sky.

The souls of those who had been killed and imprisoned by Tichondrius began to escape from their soul cages and scattered in all directions.

Illidan didn’t care about this at all.

Even after changing back into the form of a night elf, he was still enjoying it.

Enjoy the supreme pleasure of powerful strength flowing through every inch of blood in the body.

He laughed loudly, holding up the broken heart, letting the blood of the Lord of Dread pour over his head, face, and into his mouth.

He wants to savor the sweetness of victory.

Experience this crazy killing carefully, until...

"Illidan?" The sudden exclamation made Illidan’s whole body stiffen. He could hardly believe his ears.

right!

He is so crazy!

So selfless!

No one even knew when Tyrande and Malfurion, along with their sentinels and druids, arrived at the devastated battlefield.

At least four dozen of his fellow night elves witnessed his transformation from a demon back into a night elf.

That’s right!

Illidan could ignore the gazes of all his compatriots, because from the day they convicted him and threw him into the dark prison ten thousand years ago, in his heart, they were no longer his compatriots.

However, he could not ignore Tyrande’s eyes, which changed from concern to loss and then to sadness.

"Tyrande, I...I...I..." He said the word ’I’ three times in a row. He really wanted to say, "I’m not wrong. I did this all for you, Tyrande." But in the end, Illidan chose to remain silent.

At this time, all excuses will be nothing but pale and powerless nonsense.

The pride hidden in his heart would not allow him to bow to anyone, not even Tyrande Whisperwind, whom he had always loved.

He held his head high and looked directly at Tyrande.

He used his eyes to tell her—Yes! This is my way! I am not wrong!

Illidan gave the power of choice to Tyrande.

Tyrande’s slender body was shaking constantly. She was the one who insisted on releasing Illidan against all odds. In order to save Illidan, she even killed Maiev Shadowsong’s men, and had a rift with the night elf hero that was as big as a chasm.

But how did Illidan repay her redemption?

Fall for yourself!

Use the power of the devil once again!

Stronger and crazier power than ever before!

Even though his original intention was to help her, he even killed an obviously very powerful dreadlord for this purpose.

Unfortunately, the law is unforgiving. If we indulge him and allow him to continue to stay in the Horde, it will mean the collapse of the entire ruling order of the night elves.

Gritting her teeth, holding back tears, and filled with indignation, Tyrande suddenly raised her head, and her clear voice echoed throughout the entire Felwood Forest.

"Illidan Stormrage! Although you obeyed my orders, Tyrande Whisperwind, the High Priestess of the Temple of the Moon, to clear the demons in Felwood and killed a dreadlord, you betrayed my trust in you, violated the natural teachings of the night elves, and used the demon’s fel power wantonly."

Tyrande stepped forward and said, "Eight thousand years ago, our final decision was exile for our fellow high elves who abused their magical powers and refused to obey the will of Elune and Cenarius. So, even though you have a heart to serve the world, we cannot accept your behavior and your ways."

Tyrande took another step forward: "As the High Priestess, I hereby sentence you, Illidan Stormrage, to exile! If you ever become hostile to the night elves on the battlefield, we will strike you mercilessly! Are you satisfied with this sentence? "

It is impossible to describe Illidan’s feelings at this moment.

Have you ever had hope?

Despair again?

Unwilling to be bound?

Follow your heart?

Maybe, everything.

However, Illidan knew that the beautiful childhood and youth he had once had were gone forever.

And in this life, he was destined to never get Tyrande’s love.

But he doesn’t regret it.

In response to Tyrande’s question, he only had one word -

"snort!"

Is it disdain?

Is it contempt?

Is it a counterattack?

Or something else?

Nobody knows.

More than a thousand elite elves finally saw a defiant figure like a lone wolf.

No one knows whether it will be the birth of a new legend or the beginning of a horror legend.

Seeing the former powerful night elf, the high priest’s childhood sweetheart, leaving the night elf tribe in this way, every elf felt a strange feeling in their hearts.

Illidan left.

Leading a large army, Tyrande walked along the forest road, which was the road leading to Mount Hyjal.

"Malfurion, I..."

Before she could finish, Malfurion interrupted her: "You are not wrong! Your starting point is good, and you did give him a chance, but he didn’t cherish it."

Tyrande was silent.

Malfurion continued, "There is no time to be sentimental. According to the prophet’s prediction, the main force of the Burning Legion will land in three days at most. The night elves can only look forward now."

"Um."

"Yes, I heard that you have met that Duke?"

"That was... fifteen years ago. The former Guardian Aegwynn asked me to help. Since she called me through Alexstrasza, I couldn’t refuse."

Alexstrasza, Ysera and Nozdormu, the three guardian dragons, can be regarded as the extra-official guardian gods of the night elves.

One gave them the World Tree.

One that lets them soar into the Emerald Dream.

Another gave them eternal life.

As long as it does not violate Elune’s will, the night elves rarely refuse their call.

"No, Tyrande, what I’m concerned about is what kind of person Edmund Duke, the commander of the Alliance, is?"

"A human genius, someone who can create miracles." Tyrande gave a high evaluation without hesitation.

Duke was thankful that Archimonde did not reach Mount Hyjal so quickly at the beginning, as this bought time for the Alliance, the Horde, and the Shadow Elves to cooperate.

Soon, Duke couldn’t laugh anymore.

Archimonde dragged his feet for too long. Neither the Naga in the sea nor the chaos caused by the shattering of the Well of Eternity could pose a big obstacle to him.

The only explanation was that something in the middle of the Endless Sea attracted Archimonde. Especially when Vashj actually came out to attack Kul Tiras, Duke frowned even more.

well!

The Alliance, the Horde, and the Night Elves have joined forces, and the Burning Legion is not far behind.

With each faction feeling anxious, the three factions decided to hold a formal meeting in Astranaar in Ashenvale.

Astranaar is a fortress mostly surrounded by lakes. At first glance, it looks more like a huge group of villas in the middle of the lake. The natural and soft style of the night elves is fully displayed in the entire fortress.

What is even more rare is the geographical location of the fortress. It is located west of the entrance to Felwood. Normally, if the Burning Legion army is heading to Mount Hyjal, it does not need to pass through Astranaar Fortress.

This makes the fortress guarding the direction to the Black Coast more delicate in terms of geographical location. Although it cannot become an obstacle to the advance of the Burning Legion, on the other hand, starting from the fortress, it can attack the flank of the Burning Legion.

As soon as they saw this geographical location, the leaders of various factions had associations.

Today, Duke, Jaina, and Sylvanas represented the Alliance at the meeting.

On the Horde side are Thrall, Vol’jin and the Tauren Chieftain Cairne Bloodhoof.

The night elves are naturally Tyrande and Malfurion.

As the leader of the union of the three major factions, the prophet Medivh opened his speech: "I welcome everyone’s willingness to put aside their prejudices and come together across the boundaries of race, organization and country."

Medivh spoke the common language of mankind. With the support of a mysterious ancient magic called "Language Mastery", people of all races, although they could not understand the common language itself, miraculously understood the meaning of every word of Medivh.

With the support of this ancient spell, everyone in the hall can easily understand each other’s words.

"Let me emphasize that Nordrassil, the World Tree at the top of Mount Hyjal, is a sacred tree that grew under the powerful magical source of the Well of Eternity. It provides the energy that keeps the entire world of Azeroth alive. If the Burning Legion seizes the power of the World Tree, it would be equivalent to obtaining the magical source of the Well of Eternity, which means that all life in the world will be polluted and destroyed."

"Before defeating the invasion of the Burning Legion, I hope to temporarily put aside any conflicts or even irreconcilable blood feuds among the various races. At this moment, the interests of all of us creatures are the same."

At this point, Medivh bowed to three directions in succession: "In the next period of time, I hope that everyone can discuss and come up with a result that is acceptable to both parties as soon as possible."

The three leaders all gave Medivh friendly smiles.

But the atmosphere is harmonious.

At the beginning of the meeting, after the night elves briefly introduced the military strength and defense situation on Mount Hyjal, the three factions had a heated debate on how to join forces and how to defeat the Burning Legion’s attack.

Thrall spoke first: "Since the strongest magic defense array of the night elves is deployed on Mount Hyjal, then we can deploy it directly along the mountain road."

This is true in theory, but unfortunately it hits the night elves where it hurts.

Tyrande objected on the spot: "Ashenvale and Felwood have been the territory of the night elves for ten thousand years. We cannot sit idly by and watch our territory being trampled on at will. Moreover, we need more time to strengthen the defenses of Mount Hyjal, and there is limited space on the mountain for defense. The night elves hope that the Alliance and the Horde can send out extra troops to resist step by step on the road between the Burning Legion landing and Mount Hyjal."

Vol’jin stood up. "Does this make sense? There is a limit to the total number of troops Archimonde can bring into Azeroth. Once the Legion suffers losses, he can summon new demons from the Twisting Nether almost infinitely."

Tyrande emphasized: "In the area of ​​Mount Hyjal, there is a magic array for teleporting and summoning demons. According to our ancient documents and records from the Dragonflight, Archimonde is quite arrogant and confident. As long as we do not cause heavy losses to the Burning Legion, we will not stimulate Archimonde to increase his troops."

Vol’jin glanced at Duke, then pumped his fist. "You are risking the lives of the Horde or Alliance soldiers for a result that is likely to be meaningless. We in the Horde cannot accept this."

Thrall held Vol’jin down and said, "Since the orcs have come to Azeroth across time and space, even if we are just an alien race, it cannot change the fact that we already live in this world. Our tribe is certainly willing to contribute to this world. But the Horde has just undergone a major change, and our total number is less than 200,000, and we can only send out 40,000 elite troops. So, should we push 40,000 tribesmen to the front line for meaningless consumption, or put them in Mount Hyjal to form a more solid defense line? I leave this decision to you, ms. Tyrande Whisperwind."

Tyrande was in a dilemma.

The little wealth of the Horde had been almost completely taken away by the night elves during this period of time. 130,000 orcs crossed the sea to the west, and even with the addition of tauren and trolls, the entire tribe only had less than 200,000 people, including the elderly, the weak, women and children.

Theoretically, it is absolutely generous for the Horde to send out 40,000 soldiers.

Of course, if the orc women and orc laborers who were also capable of fighting were included, it would not be impossible for the Horde to mobilize an army of 120,000. However, in that case, it would truly be a battle of life and death. Regardless of victory or failure, the Horde would surely be exterminated.

Tyrande couldn’t help but turn her attention to the more powerful Alliance.

Duke smiled.

Thrall just played a little trick.

the Horde has a small population, few soldiers, and even fewer elite soldiers. In theory, this is of course the fault of the Alliance. If Du hadn’t been blown away into the void for ten years, the Horde wouldn’t even have been able to keep these hundreds of thousands of people.

Duke spoke up: "Yes! That’s right! In terms of military strength, our Alliance is stronger, so the Alliance is willing to take on heavier responsibilities. In fact, at this time, the Alliance has completed the landing in Azshara and has turned the entire Azshara into a position. However, as the commander of the Alliance, I don’t think the Burning Legion will take the Road of Ashenvale, Felwood, and then to the foot of Mount Hyjal."

Tyrande frowned: "You mean..."

Duke spat out the words: "Over the mountain!"