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Sean's last name is also known.

Although he spends most of his time in the Dark Temple, and when he is not in the Dark Temple, he fights in other demon worlds, but Illidan has always asked the Illidare Council to collect intelligence information from all aspects, and he is well aware of the movements in the outer realms, and even the movements of Azeroth.

The reason why he has always used the term "half-elf mage" is naturally to show contempt because he looks down on Sean.

Whether on earth or in another world, the situation of "relying on the old and selling the old" will happen, and it happens from time to time.

Illidan looked down on Sean, naturally because Sean was too young.

More than ten years of life, compared with his life of more than 10,000 years, is too short, just like the life of a mosquito in the eyes of humans, it is not worth mentioning.

However, now that Sean had brought it up very formally, telling him that he had a name, Illidan suddenly felt that the excessively young half-elf mage in front of him did not seem to be as unworthy as he imagined.

In fact, Illidan is not an ordinary person.

The reason why he looks down on Sean is not that he really looks down on him, but because he wants to show that he looks down on him.

It's just to anger Sean.

In fact, of course, he understood that a person who could become the guardian of Tirisfa, a person with demigod-level mana, and a person who could be valued by so many powerful people would naturally not be an ordinary person.

Sadly, he didn't anger Sean.

This made Illidan feel that Sean was a person worthy of attention.

There was a slight shift in his attitude.

"Sean, did you come to see my jokes? If it's really about seeing my jokes, then you're wrong. I won't be anxious, I'll not be angry, I'll not despair. I'm used to this kind of life for a long time. The Night Elves' prison is no bigger than here. ”

Illidan put away the blades of Aeginos and the demon's wings, restoring the Night Elves' punishment.

It's just that the body that has been eroded by the evil magic energy can no longer return to its original complexion, and those amber eyes have forever turned into miserable green demon eyes, and they can never go back to the past.

"It won't be more spacious, but at least it won't be as deserted as it is now. The Night Elves' prison has imprisoned you for 10,000 years, but at least there are Watchers, and Mavi. The presence of these people makes you feel isolated from the world, so you don't get driven crazy. But it's not the same here. ”

Sean said softly, "This is a sealed space, and nothing exists except you. You can't see anything but nothingness is nothingness. And is 10,000 years a long time? I can keep you in prison for 100,000 years, a million years, or even forever. Only I know the coordinates of this space, and no one else can get you out, no one. ”

The mockery on Illidan's face slowly faded.

There was a hint of fear in his eyes.

Only those who have ever experienced loneliness know how terrible loneliness can be.

When you're in a lonely space, you can't see anything, you can't hear anything, you can only talk to yourself, day after day, until one day, you don't even have the interest to talk to yourself.

That's the real scary.

Of all the negative feelings, pain is the most beautiful one, and numbness is the most terrible one.

Pain lets you know that you're alive and a living person.

And numbness makes you feel cold and lonely day after day, and you don't even know if you are still a living person.

As Sean said, even in the Night Elves' prison, there were still watchmen who guarded the prisoners, such as Mavi, and sometimes Tyrande, who did not feel isolated.

Still, he managed to get through it with a lot of difficulty.

And if you are really imprisoned in such a space, it will last for a thousand years, ten thousand years, or even longer......

He must have felt that having eternal life is the most terrible thing in the world!

Illidan's face slowly returned to calm.

He was smart and thought of more.

He looked at Sean and said with a slight mockery: "Sean, if you really wanted to imprison me here for 100,000 years, you wouldn't be here." Say, what are you here for? ”

There is a purpose and there is action.

Sean is here, of course, for his purpose.

Smiling slightly, Sean stated his purpose.

"What? Do you want me to be your follower? ”

It was as if Illidan had heard the most ridiculous joke in the world, and he couldn't stop laughing.

"Is it that funny?"

Sean didn't smile, but said lightly: "Illidan, maybe you should think about it." By becoming my follower, you have nothing to lose, but you will still get my help. You may think that I am not as strong as you, so why should I follow you? But you should also think that you have lived for more than 10,000 years, and I am only a teenager. If I were given more time, I would be stronger than you think. ”

Illidan laughed for a long time before finally stopping.

He looked at Sean as if he were looking at a madman.

"What is not lost? I lost the most important thing, and that was freedom! ”

Illidan cried out, "Freedom! I was imprisoned for 10,000 years before I was finally free, and now you have made me your follower and made me lose my freedom again, this is what you came for? You give me death! ”

Illidan threw his fist and smashed the Iron Golem into a pile of scrap metal.

The next moment, another Iron Golem appeared.

"Annoying! Sean, you've me off! ”

Illidan threw his fist again.

One golem after another appeared, and Illidan kept swinging his fists.

Until ten minutes later.

Dozens of Iron Golems were turned into scrap metal, all piled up in a small space, occupying too much space, and Illidan's eyes, sides, and backs were all scrap metal, and there was not much space left here.

When the Iron Golem reappeared, Illidan's fist stopped in front of the golem, but it didn't swing out.

"Maybe you've already tried, in this sealed space, no spell can take effect, including space spells. So you can't get this scrap metal out. If you continue to destroy these Iron Golems, you'll soon run out of room to punch. Sean said lightly.

Illidan said angrily, "You threaten me? ”

"It's not a threat, it's a fact."

Sean glanced at the piles of scrap metal and said softly, "So now, can we have a good talk?" (To be continued.) )