"I didn't expect you to come, brother......"

On the corpse-strewn battlefield, Malfurion walked behind Illidan with heavy steps. He looked even more vicissitudes, and his eyes were full of deep sorrow. The pollution of the earth and everything, the loss of life, all of which grieved him. But Illidan's performance was a source of relief. Despite this, the Night Elves were reluctant to accept the monster.

"I didn't expect you to come."

Illidan rose from the pile of the dead, covered in blood, his chest, his skin, his face, and his diabolical membranous wings stained with the blood of the dead. Making him look even more demonic, the Night Elves immediately cast a disdainful glance at the bloodthirsty warrior.

But Illidan doesn't care. He no longer cares what his people think of him, but he only values what the women around his brother think of him. That was Tyrande, who looked a little weak at the moment, and she had cast too many spells in the last few hours.

Looking at her, the tenderness and love in Illidan's eyes were fleeting.

He became cold again, wiping the blood from the corners of his mouth with his scarred arm. That was the result of his battle with the army of the undead.

Malfurion noticed a deep cut in Illidan's left shoulder. It was covered with tooth marks. Obviously, it wasn't Frost Grief, but the wounds left by some raging ghouls. You won't get hurt when fighting a powerful enemy leader, but you will inevitably be negligent when you're attacked by a group.

"You're hurt, Illidan."

"It doesn't matter, it'll heal."

"Where are you going?"

"Then it's none of your business."

The conversation between Illidan and Malfurion is more like a conversation between strangers. In the eyes of the demon hunter, there is no trace of warmth left. Yes, since he first "betrayed" his own people, these elves with the same skin and body as him have become strangers. They even imprisoned him and deprived him of his freedom.

If you have to squeeze out a trace of emotion, I'm afraid it is that they used to be a family. Malfurion was once his revered older brother, and Tyrande was once his most beloved woman. Right now...... Maybe it's still ...... But that doesn't matter anymore. He - Illidan. Fury Wind is destined to be a loner. Like a dark ghost soaring through the sky in the night. In a way, Illidan and Alsace are very similar in that they both wanted to protect the world they loved, the country they loved. However, they have chosen a path that others do not understand. It's just that Illidan was lucky enough to control the demonic power in his body, while Arthas was sadly devoured by the frost grief......

A crow screamed and flew through the sky, and Illidan knew it was time for him to leave. This place no longer belonged to him, and after the battle, he was still the lone walker. Dark Samurai. Malfurion is still the leader of the Night Elves, and Tyrande is still the noble priestess. Nothing has changed, and nothing has changed.

"Listen, Illidan, my brother, I have heard of you. I think the people will accept you again if you want to. ”

Just as Illidan was about to flapp his wings and leave, Malfurion stopped him again.

The Great Druid's eyes glittered not only with care, but also with confidence. He was confident that his people would accept his stubborn and even somewhat crazy brother again. Because the Demon Hunter may not be a demon again, but an ally......

"There's no need for that, it's enough for the Night Elves to have you."

Malfurion's retention failed to impress Illidan. For a man accustomed to the dark, the night may be the best place for him.

Of course, if there is a ...... for this fate Tyrande ......

Forget it, the heart of darkness will be frozen forever...... Illidan let out a low roar, his huge membranous wings flapping, and quickly disappeared into the endless night, and the demon hunters behind him quickly withdrew from the battlefield like the wind...... Leaving rotting limbs and blood all over the floor.

……

The demon hunters withdrew, the army of the undead retreated, and Lordaeron was once again in ruins......

At the foot of the royal city, a symbol of imperial glory, Ares lies on a stretcher like a cold statue, surrounded by members of the Knights and Ranger Knights of the Blood Elves. Whitemane and Liadline took turns, with all their might, praying for the Light to heal him, and for the Light to heal their Grand Master. However, it had no effect.

Allowing the warm light to flow through his body like a spring, the Grand Lord and Knights of the Order. Mowglian just didn't react.

Sylvanas knelt beside Ares and wept bitterly, crying heartbreakingly, crystal clear tears dripping down Ares's face, the picture in front of him was so poignant, everyone was silent in a mournful atmosphere.

In the corner abandoned by the Light, the Song of Death reverberates......

Then, in the silence of the crowd, Malfurion walked over with heavy steps. The people made way for the leader of the Night Elves. Perhaps, the only person in this world who can save Ares is him, the king of the forest.

With the only hope left of the crowd, Malfurion carefully examined Ares' injuries. It was found that Ares was no longer breathing, and that the signs of life were not showing the slightest sign of life in him. Death...... That represents death...... The man who is impaled by the sorrow of frost never has any hope of living. Unless......

"Unless you take him to Mount Hyjal and heal him slowly with the energy of the Tree of Life."

Malfurion said.

The crowd was silent, and the atmosphere was as silent as death. No one said no, and no one said yes. After all, this is Lordaeron, this is the human leader, not the Night Elves...... In the Eastern Continent, humans only know a little about the Night Elves. Mostly through legends, many people are seeing this race for the first time today. It was almost impossible for the people of Lordaeron to believe in him, to believe in Malfurion.

Soon, Drum stepped up. The veteran warrior, swounded in battle, is now the de facto ruler of Lordaeron. As Ares's life-and-death comrade-in-arms, the general of Lordaeron, what he said was full of weight.

"I don't agree with you, Your Excellency, thank you for all you have done to Lordaeron and to the Alliance, but I think we'll have our own way of dealing with Ares, the Grand Lord of Lordaeron, the head of the Knights, and the spiritual leader of all Lordaerons. How can a leader stay in someone else's territory? Forgive me for speaking so directly, but Your Excellency, Ares must stay here, stay in Lordaeron. His soul belongs here. ”

Drumm said seriously and seriously.

"There is no druid here to heal him, and if he delays any longer, his soul will belong to darkness! Maybe it is now. ”

Malfurion persuaded as much as he could. But no one seemed to support him, the members of the Order did not support the proposal, and even the Night Elves themselves were somewhat opposed.