Undoubtedly, as the most powerful individual in the living Golon, Gruul's blood undoubtedly paved the way for Zhang Cheng's final experiment.

In fact, in the past three months, he had already accomplished most of his intended goals, including the actual combat test of the newborn hybrid drake, using the mad blood and evolution potions of Mathridon to create more powerful orcs, using the active spores of the Zangar swamp to cultivate giant biological weapons, and even taking time to do some research on the Void Drake and Naru.

Anyway, according to normal thinking, he engaged in these heart-wrenching research, and he has long exceeded the bottom line of human nature, and the unlucky people who died for this reason are not the same as a few hundred, and they belong to a typical villain who should be completely wiped out from the body to the soul.

However, the interesting thing is that since he almost never participates in most operations, not many people in the entire Dark Temple know about Zhang Cheng's existence.

Most blood elves, demons, orcs, and nagas only know that there is a human in the upper realm who is very valued by Illidan and is responsible for providing some interesting magical potions that will make him stronger, and that's it.

Just as he was racing against time to study the immense potential of Goron's blood, Illidan, who was presiding over the graduation ceremony of a new batch of apprentices, finally got what he had always dreamed of.

Looking at the row of boiling green liquid in Sylna's hand, he stretched out his right hand and picked up one of the bottles, and asked with a smile, "What does your master say?"

"I'm sorry, my lord, but the master only said that you would be satisfied with hiding this potion, and I don't know anything else. The elf bent down and bowed deeply.

Although she was no longer technically a member of the Illidare, let alone obeyed the other party, she still showed respect for the king of the outer lands.

"Oh?" Illidan raised his eyebrows in surprise as he handed the bottle in his hand to the apprentice who was about to swallow the demon's heart. "Drink it down!" and then move on to the rest of the day!"

"As you wish!"

A Night Elf male took the potion, poured it without even thinking about it, and then tore open the corpse of the demon he had just killed, stuffed a dark black heart into his mouth, and desperately bited and gnawed like a beast, the picture was bloody and disgusting.

It can be seen in the flesh that in the process of devouring, the demon's soul gradually entangles with him and fights with each other.

After about ten minutes, the hunter finally got over the other and struggled to get up from the ground, his eyes bursting with an eerie green glow.

"How do you feel, can you continue?" said Illidan's tone, serious and serious.

"I can!" the Night Elf male nodded thoughtlessly.

Soon, another demon is summoned from inside the portal and attacks the hunter.

In this way, he kept killing the demon, devouring the demon's heart, flesh and soul, repeating it a dozen times, until finally he began to become confused, kneeling on the ground and slamming his head on the ground in pain, gouging out his eyes.

"Very good! You did a great job! Now, I'll get your own evil tattoo. Illidan raised his index finger and sliced through the other's skin with his claw-like nails, infusing the evil energy to form an eternal cage.

By the time the final step was completed, the male Night Elf's body had begun to demonize, slowly growing not only terrifying horns and hooves, but also extremely unstable emotions, and even a desire to destroy, kill, and destroy.

However, Illidan was clearly prepared, and beckoned directly, signaling the two demon hunters who had completed the final ritual to take him down and put him in the dungeon.

For a long time to come, the poor apprentice will fight against demons and his own demons, and if he succeeds, then he will regain his senses and become a true hunter.

But if he fails, he will be devoured by the demon and disappear forever.

Normally, the success rate of becoming a demon hunter is only 1 in 5, which means that only one out of five people will survive, while the rest will transform into demons and be executed.

With such a brutal elimination process, it's no wonder that the King of the Outlands is eager to dramatically increase the success rate.

Seeing the delirious apprentice disappear at the end of the hallway, Illidan immediately turned to Hila and said, "Great potion! Tell your master for me, I am very pleased with what he has provided." ”

"Are you sure?" the huntress looked up in surprise.

"Yes! That young man was able to hold on! I could feel that something was helping him suppress the devoured demon souls, and it was also greatly increasing his potential as a demon hunter. Also, give this to your master and tell him that this is the last bottle of well water from the Well of Eternity in the world, which I was originally going to give to Kael'thas, but now I think it is more valuable to give it to him. ”

With that, Illidan carefully took out a crystal bottle of thrilling energy from his personal pocket.

All of a sudden!

Both the Blood Elves, who were extremely sensitive to magic, and the Night Elves created by the Well of Eternity, all felt this power.

Even under the powerful perception of the demon hunter, this bottle of water resembles the sun......

No!

More than ten times brighter than the sun!

Several of the Blood Elf apprentices began to tremble slightly uncontrollably, their eyes fixed on the mysterious liquid in the bottle.

Because they knew that it was such a small vial of the Well of Eternity that created the Well of the Sun, which the High Elves were proud of, and it was enough to quench the hunger and thirst of the people in the present.

Whoever returns to Silvermoon City with this bottle of well water will immediately become a hero of the entire Blood Elf Clan, enjoying the admiration and cheers of all the people.

Boom!

Sylna subconsciously swallowed her saliva, took the small bottle that was equivalent to a "holy relic" for her with trembling hands, and stammered in response: "Please...... Please rest assured! I ...... I promise to put it in the hands of the owner. ”

Remember, kid, choices are important for everyone, and your choices will determine whether you live for yourself or for the whole community. ”

After saying this, Illidan ignored the female elf's face full of contradictions and fears, and took it upon himself to distribute all the potions on the shelf, continuing to preside over the graduation ceremony of the Demon Hunter apprentice.

As for Sylna, she clutched the well water in her palm, not even knowing how to leave, and her mind was full of what to do next, why would the king of the outer lands give him such an important thing?

At the same time, Celewall, the high-ranking psychic of the Illidaray Council, also quickly got the news and immediately brought people to block the path of the female demon hunter.

When the two met, his first words were, "Silna, hand over the well water in your hand!" I believe you should know how important this thing is to us Blood Elves. Once it's in the hands of Prince Kael'thas, our biggest problem will be solved!"

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