Although Claudia was attracting the forces of the Burning Legion, not far from the main city of Nazrezm, Illidan was discovered, and an army of the Burning Legion was rushing towards Illidan like an irresistible wave intent on engulfing the weak mortals.

The Dreadlord commanders roamed among the demons under them, their status highlighted by glowing runes on their armor, evil succubias whipped their whips and writhed their butts forward, and running Cerberus sniffed the air as if they were tracking their prey, their tentacles twitching and their shark-like teeth gleaming.

Fierce demon guards wielded great axes and waited for orders from their commanders, rushing at the forefront of the demon army like a wall, and huge demons of destruction dotted behind the demon guards, ready to tear their enemies apart with those six arms.

These are the warriors of the Burning Legion, an army that has devoured countless worlds, intent on carrying out Sargeras's will to wipe out the universe to smoldering ashes.

The demon legion stopped not far from the Illidares to form up their formation, and the largest of them suddenly pointed his hand at Illidan and laughed, his wicked laughter echoing through the mountains and eliciting the same laughter from hundreds of other Dreadlords.

The Dreadlords thought it was amusement that more than a hundred mortals would attempt to attack the heart of Naresas, one of the most important strongholds of the Burning Legion, and even if some of the army had been drawn away by the Void King, this was not a place where a swarm of bugs could mess with it.

"Kill these ants, then hurry to our people and repel the invasion of the Void King!"

The leader of the Dreadlord roared and swung his fist, and with a thunderclap, a huge meteor fell from the sky, and the air trembled.

Arantien was not far behind Illidan at this time, she was once a good Cadore Ranger, but now she was just a blind man bent on revenge, and the Burning Legion had ruined everything for her, so she had found Illidan like crazy, willing to give everything she had, just for a chance to get revenge.

With this bitter hatred, Alantien survived the training of Illidare, which had a elimination rate of more than eighty percent, and a large part of her companions died in the level of demon fusion, and even those who persevered, they were constantly fighting with the demons in their bodies, and from time to time there were demon hunters who went completely crazy or couldn't accept the depraved changes in their bodies and chose to commit suicide.

"Join the Legion," the demonic voice within Arantien whispered, "and you will be rewarded like never before when you join the Legion." ”

Alantien felt the temptation, the demon telling her what it knew, her hand touching the hilt of her runic twin blades, Illidan unsuspecting him in the back, and with a little force he could have stabbed them into Illidan's back.

"Yes, that's it, kill him," her demon whispered, "kill Illidan for eternal glory, kill the betrayer and become a new god!" ”

Rumble!

With the earth-shaking impact, a massive hellfire crawled out of the crater, its body burning with the flames of evil energy, and strode into the rest of the Dreadlord army.

Arantien felt that sense of temptation rise up in her body again, and if she slew Illidan, there was no doubt that she would be welcomed by his demonic kind.

She can leave his sense of morality behind forever, she can no longer be haunted by fear and remorse, she can bury all the shame she once had against her family, all the regrets she has had in the past five years, and all the illusions of fetters in her flesh and blood.

She can surpass her and join the Burning Legion as a conqueror to purge the universe of its sickness, and she can devote herself to destroying all creation and giving new life to a new universe shaped by her ideas and wishes.

For a moment, Arantien faltered.

But to succumb to the voice of temptation is to abandon her thirst for revenge and her affection for her tragic death of her boyfriend.

She didn't want to kill Illidan, what Alantien wanted to kill was to make Illidan what she was, and she knew more than ever about the man who had been betrayed.

Despite its huge shortcomings, and though Illidan's plan could also end in failure, Illidan was the only one who truly understood the enemy they were fighting against, and there was no better person to follow than Illidan.

At this moment, the demons of the Legion are marching towards the mountains, and it is time to take revenge on these villains.

Nasrezm's army climbed up the hillside, the Cerberus charging forward, the Hellfires clumsily following, the Greatwinged Dreadlords roaring and giving orders to their retinue.

"It's now!" Illidan's thunderous voice resounded through the psychic web, "Let me see the fruits of your training over the years, my Illidare! ”

The Illidares charged, and on the other side, for a moment the Dreadlords laughed disdainfully, they couldn't understand that this group of ants, who were absolutely inferior in numbers, dared to take the initiative to attack, they gave orders one after another, took out their weapons, and waited for the moment to tear these mortals apart.

"For Azeroth!"

With a thunderous roar, Illidaray collided with the demon army, and the demons were eager to deal with Illidaray to banish the Void King, while Illidaray wanted nothing more than to slash and slay in the demonic sea.

A Cerberus pounced on Arantien, its shark-like teeth cracked and glowing with a chilling glow, and Arantien took the plan, using her energy to send a green bolt of lightning into Cerberus's throat.

Rumble!

Cerberus's head exploded, leaving only the demon's flesh scattered all over the ground.

Resisting the urge to eat it, Arantien leaped forward, rolled between two monstrous Morgar minions, maimed them before they could raise their weapons to parry, then sprang to her feet, stabbed the first demon into the eye socket with her blade, and then the other.

Like Arantien, the Demon Hunters slaughtered the demons for years, they were the Demon Hunters, and no one knew the demons better than they did, and in their eyes, the demons were nothing more than prey.

Soon after, Arantien was confronted by a Dreadlord, a creature that flashed above him and smashed a large, pointed-toe scepter at Arantien, who jumped to the side in the nick of time to dodge.

Boom!

With a muffled thud, Arantien dodged the blow, but she was slammed into the Dreadlord's bat-like wings, the force of which sent her head buzzing and her body flying with it, but she reacted quickly and rolled to her feet with the force of the recoil.

Arantien's movements were timely, and the Dreadlord was rushing towards him at an astonishing speed that didn't match his bulky size,

Faced with this critical scene, Arantien raised his hand and struck the Dreadlord with another evil lightning arrow, which bent one of its wings to protect his body, and the lightning bolt tore the wing apart, causing it to hang from the Dreadlord's side like a rag cloak, but the monster barely seemed to be slowed down.

It was obviously not a good idea to fight hard with the Dreadlord who was taller than herself, and Arantien used the elf's dexterity to dodge the opponent's onslaught, and then slashed slightly sideways into the opponent's thigh that exposed the empty door.

With a muffled grunt of pain, the Dreadlord fell to one side in pain, and Alantien quickly circled around him, slashing at the Dreadlord with a knife on his legs, and the Dreadlord who was hit hard in the leg obviously couldn't keep up with his opponent's movements, and a knife wound was generated on him one after another.

The blade grazed the bones, sliced tendons, and sliced muscles, accompanied by the sound of a butcher slaughtering an animal with a butcher's knife.

Amid the screams of demons, Alantien plunged into a killing feast, each attack that hit the enemy's vital point brought her a sickly sense of satisfaction, and the demon within her was ecstatic over the destruction of the Dreadlord who would gain strength in the process.

But this time Alantien let herself listen to the voice in her body, she is a demon hunter, and it doesn't matter if the demon in her body becomes stronger, anyway, she can also control the use of the power of the demon in her body, and they will enjoy the killing carnival together and become stronger.

When Arantien finally turned the Dreadlord into a pile of skinless flesh, she realized that she had wasted too much precious time, and that there was more prey here, and she had to hurry to get her part.

Arantien looked up, and not far from her, Thahras was digging out a heart from the body of a fallen demon guard, while another demon hunter, Lorams, was chasing a Cerberus around a rock until he caught up with it and ended its pain.

On a boulder, a group of Dreadlords put up their last stand, and they seemed more confused than fearful, as if they couldn't fully comprehend what was happening around them, and the war clearly wasn't going in the direction they expected.

The demon hunters pierced the demon line like a sharp scythe harvesting wheat, reaping the lives of the demons, their bodies scattered all over the place, and there were also a few elven corpses here, but given the size of the troops they belonged to, this was far less than Arantien had expected.

Illidan climbed to the top of the rock behind the remaining Dreadlords, and Alantien wondered if the King of the Outlands would intervene in their destruction of the demons, but he just stood there, observing.

The demon hunters slowly gathered from all directions, waiting for their leader's orders.

"Kill them all, quick, we don't have time to waste."

With Illidan's orders, the Dreadlords were drowned in a horde of warriors.