Kael'thas intervened, causing the Night Elves to fall silent for a moment.\\

Malfurion and Tyrande looked at each other for a few moments, and then made a decision.

"Illidan, can you swear to the moon god that you will never do anything to harm the world again?"

Tyrande took two steps forward and asked the half-demon in front of him.

"Luna? No, I don't believe her anymore. ”

Illidan sneered and shook his head, then said head-on:

"But I can swear to you, Tyrande, that I will not destroy any land in the world if you don't want to."

His words surprised Kael'thas.

[What a seed of infatuation. 】

Many people have such thoughts, but not everyone.

"This oath is meaningless."

Malfurion cried out in displeasure - he didn't believe his brother.

But Illidan was not angry either.

He turned his blindfolded eyes to Malfurion, and said in a deep voice:

"Brother no, Malfurion, you're the only one who isn't qualified to say that to me."

"I love Tyrande as much as you do, and no matter what I do, no matter what I become, I will not betray the promise I made to her."

At this moment, Malfurion was speechless.

But as Illidan said, both of them valued Tyrande very much from childhood to adulthood, and Illidan fell in love with Tyrande even before Malfurion.

If he changes positions now, Malfurion will not break his promise either.

"You're right. It's me who is too arbitrary. ”

So, he compromised with a gloomy face.

"Illidan. We'll let you go this time. ”

Tyrande breathed a sigh of relief, and then spoke up:

"Hopefully this time you'll find something other than strength. A truly one's own way of survival. ”

However, for a long time, Illidan still did not answer.

"Let's go, Malfurion."

Tyrande turned to her husband and said.

The leopards strode and ran, and the two of them walked away with the Night Elves in a blink of an eye.

On the ruins of Dalaran, there were once again only three people left.

"His Highness Kael'thas "

Illidan turned. I want to express his gratitude.

But Kael'thas interrupted what he was going to say.

"Okay"

The elven prince, the youngest of the three, took two steps forward and turned to face the two alone:

"Disperse the guests, it's our turn."

He smiled.

This smile, which looked warm and bright, was as piercing as frost at the moment.

"What do you mean?"

Illidan's face sank.

"You should know very well."

Kael'thas smiled smaller. Then he said slowly:

"The Well of Eternity"

With a movement of his hands, Illidan picked up his weapon at once, two long blades glowing green in his hands.

"Sure enough, it's this! Ridiculous"

He smiled sinisterly:

"If you have the guts, try it, Legendary Mage!"

Legendary mage?

Kael'thas turned his head to the other side and watched as Vasqui took out his bow and arrow and pointed it at him.

"Are you underestimating me too much?"

As he said this, the air around him rippled, and seven weapons of different colors appeared strangely.

"Interesting stuff, but too weak!"

Illidan flew forward.

His dagger slashed through the air with a desolate and murderous intent. Radiant and brilliant.

At this moment, Illidan was like a mountain pressing down, and the power of the demigods was covered on the blade, and there was no way to avoid it.

The clone of the Kael'thas Legends would never be able to withstand the force of even one of his blows.

But it doesn't matter.

Listening to the explosion on his shield, Kael'thas knew well that the weapons were blocking Vasqui's arrows that slowed down his enemies.

They were released for that purpose.

"Flame Strike."

Kael'thas handed over his body to the Holy Sword, and his whole person changed instantly.

Although his body was so thin, his eyes were like unsheathed swords, shining with dazzling brilliance.

Feet on the ground with hands outstretched.

A sword sealed the throat, and the golden flame went straight to the throat.

Illidan's pupils widened. With his upper body tilted, he took three steps back sharply, only to realize that cold sweat was dripping from his back.

He looked down at his chest, and his whole body fell into a stupor.

"Thank you for your cooperation."

Kael'thas held a sword in his right hand and four bottles of well water in his left hand, his face full of joy.

He was victorious again, and the last well water returned to him.

However, since he learned to use Flame Strike, his fighting style has deviated more and more from the way of the mage, so will this have any effect on the future?

Kael'thas decided not to think about it for a while.

He happily put the four small bottles into his chest, and finally let go of the last of his heart.

The source of the world's arcane arts will not be shared by a second person.

"What's that sword?"

Illidan asked unwillingly with a thick bitterness in his mouth.

Ten thousand years after the Frost Sorrow, the Skull of Guldan, and the Eye of Sargeras, he had seen too many treasures in a short period of time.

But these treasures may not look as good as Kael'thas at the moment.

That sword, which can raise the legendary professional to the point where it can kill demigods, can be said to be the first today.

There was nothing wrong with this conclusion - Kael'thas did defeat Illidan entirely by the power of the sword.

"Flame Strike, Quel'Salas's Holy Sword!"

"But only the bloodline of the Everyday Family can be used."

After getting the well water back, Kael'thas didn't mind speaking up.

However, the lineage of the day he said was not entirely correct, and after the Flame Strike was reforged, only Kael'thas and his descendants could hold it - even if Anastarian and the others were resurrected, there was no way to do it.

But strictly speaking. Kael'thas is the only surviving heir to the Sunrise family, and his statement about Flame Strike cannot be said to be wrong.

"Flame Strike. It's not a good name."

Illidan put down his weapon:

"You got what you wanted, can you let us go?"

His expression was gloomy and tired—as if he had lost the meaning of life.

Vaskey stood beside him with her tail bent.

"He has nothing left"

She whispered:

"You don't have to kill them all."

Kael'thas was stunned. Then he withdrew the sword in his hand into his body.

"Okay, I'll let you go."

He didn't do any more senseless killings.

In fact, Kael'thas also wants to take Illidan and Vasqi to play for him.

But the current state of affairs does not seem to be very suitable.

Just defeat the other party and force them to obey, and there is likely to be betrayal later

[Looks like we'll have to wait for the next opportunity.] 】

Kael'thas thought to himself.

He remembered that in history, after this battle, Illidan would open a portal to Draenor, the home of the orcs.

Just enough to clear the way for Illidan to clear the way for the Blood Elves' expedition.

If only Draenor's demons had died more

"Thank you."

Illidan thanked him, then took a skull and began casting a spell.

The Skull of Gul'dan. Illidan can find memories and open portals.

After several minutes, an ice-blue oval circle of light floated in the air.

"Let's go."

Illidan jumped in, and Vasqi followed.

Kael'thas didn't jump in, but he held out his hand.

"Let me see your coordinates"

He said with a little excitement. Fingers wrapped around golden light and groped towards the side of the portal.

At this very moment, the Blood Elf mages are still looking for a way to reopen the Dark Door through the Transformed Demons, through Karazan's Books, and by any other means.

But Kael'thas can do better.

All he had to do was wait for Illidan to open the portal, then he could parse the portal to get the coordinates - and then activate or rebuild a dark portal large enough for the army to enter.

However, Kael'thas was surprised when the steady stream of information came from his fingers to his head.

"How, not Draenor"

Yes, the teleportation coordinates he parsed were not to the orc homeland, but to Northrend!

Illidan's goal is still the same as here, the Lich King in the Ice Crown.

Once again, history has gone off course, but the Demon Hunters have traveled to Northrend to take on the Lich King. It's a good thing for Kael'thas on the contrary.

It would have been great if Naozu had died at the hands of Illidan.

But will Illidan really succeed this time?

Kael'thas had a little expectation in his heart, but not too much.

Soaring into the sky, he soon returned to the mountain where Sylvanas was.

Kael'thas saw the Banshee King, who was holding the feather tightly and honestly staying in the aperture.

Her black mist-like body was not annoying at all.

"Let's go."

Kael'thas held out his hand again.

"Where are we going?"

Sylvanas responded to his movements, but was still a little puzzled.

"Go home and help you pull the nail out."

Kael'thas smiled softly and held her tightly:

"Then, give your body back to you."

He didn't say anything more, and went straight to the aperture to re-embark on the journey to Quel'Thalas.

The golden light sped north.

When looking up from the hills of Hillsbrad. It's like a bright meteor breaking through the white clouds.

"He's gone, mistress."

Night Elf lieutenant Nessa recognized the light and reported it to her mistress.

In front of her, Mavi stared straight at the sky, pursed her lips for a long silence.

"Nessa."

She suddenly spoke up, startling the adjutant.

"What's wrong, hostess?"

Nessa asked cautiously.

“”

Again, however, Mavi was silent for a long time.

"He's my prey, and I'll hunt him down, no matter how long."

In the end, she still didn't say anything special.

As always, as always, as persistent.

Having accompanied this hostess for thousands of years, Nessa has understood her even better than herself.

"Yes, hostess."

She lowered her head to hide that little smile.

Nothing stays the same.

Even the lonely caretakers may have a different time.

In addition to fighting this time, can they also play freely? (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. )

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