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Slowly, the orc warlock was able to see again......

Elven Maiden can sell a large bag of gold coins from the Goblins. The craving for those jingling things interfered with the orc warlock's judgment. Now his mind is full of wealth, and he is extremely bold, even if a black dragon stands in front of him, he is not afraid.

I'd like to see what the hell is hiding behind that altar, he thought, and ordered the blue fat man to come forward and find his way.

However, the blue fat man is gone, what's going on?

With a spiritual connection to the summon, the orc warlock soon found the creature shivering behind a stone pillar.

Little brother, what's the matter with you?

Through a spiritual connection, the orc warlock gave the order to the blue fat man: go and find out what is behind the altar.

The blue fat man refused in seconds.

It's turned upside down! The orc warlock was furious. It's okay to be rejected by the succubus in seconds, that guy is very scheming. You are an honest coolie and a fat coolie, and you have even learned to refuse the orders of your master, are you being damaged by the warped void?

Mandatory order, must come forward!

Under the strict orders of the orc warlock, the blue fat man took a few steps forward with extreme reluctance. Then, the guy spread his hands, let out a frantic howl, and then exploded with a "bang".

Self-destructing? Would you rather be seriously injured than hide back in the Twisted Void?

The orc warlock felt that the problem was a bit big.

He tried to summon more, but the blue fat man didn't respond and refused to respond to his call.

I'm going, do you think you can't play without your blue fatty? The orc warlock angrily began to summon demon guards.

Seconds rejection.

Succubus, second rejection.

Even the demon dogs refused. The orc warlock began to wonder if there was some way for his summons to communicate with each other.

Sure enough, even the lowest-level and stupidest imps can't be recruited. Originally, this guy coveted the mana of the orc warlock very much, and he must come every time he is called, although he loves to complain, but he is actually very active in his work. It's not like that demon guard, who summoned out the appearance of an uncle, chirping crookedly.

The orc warlock realizes that the problem may be a bit serious. There was something terrible hidden in the shadow of the altar. Not only did the minions run away, but they didn't even dare to come forward with summons.

However, his brain spun a little slowly, and his feet moved too fast. By the time he realized this, he had already walked behind the altar.

The sulfur-scented wind greeted you, and a huge shadow blocked out the moonlight.

The orc warlock rubbed his eyes, trying to see what was in front of him. Without goggles, everything is blurry, and it's really uncomfortable.

"Brimstone, the smell of demons ......"

As a warlock who summons demons from the Twisted Void all day long, he was naturally familiar with the smell and didn't find anything wrong with it. Could it be some archdemon who has fallen to the world of Azeroth? If it's the level of Doom Guardian, it's really a matter of discussion.

As he pondered, the orc warlock walked towards the source of the sulfur smell, trying to see more clearly.

Continuing to take two steps forward, the orc warlock's expression instantly froze.

Behind the altar, a demon more than ten meters tall was looking down at him, his face was very ugly.

In terms of size, this demon is not very exaggerated. There are big guys in the Twisted Void, and they don't necessarily have to be big. However, the shape of this demon impressed him too much-

The face was clearly that of a Night Elf, and his ears were also slender elf ears, and a pair of protruding horns on his forehead indicated that he was a demon, as evidenced by the bright green magic stripes on his chest and the skin-like wings on his back. It didn't matter, the most frightening thing was that he covered his hollow eyes with a strip of magical cloth and carried a pair of giant blades. The demonic power flowing on the blade was so strong that the mere glance at it made my eyes stinging as if it were burning.

With a huge body, a terrifying blade, and terrifying pressure, although the orc warlock is only level 60, he has also been to the Outlands. A terrible word jumped into his heart, and he wanted to say it, but his tongue wouldn't listen.

"Yiyiyi...... Sharp...... Cinnabar? His desperate voice turned into a howl, "No, how is that possible?!" You're dead in the Outlands, aren't you? ”

Illidan the Demon Hunter, Lord of the Outlands Dark Temple, one of the most powerful Night Elves, and a big fan of Tyrande Wind...... In short, it's scary. His gaze is cold, his blade is cold, his whole being is cold.

The indifferent gaze swept towards the orc warlock, cold and emotionless: "The only fate for the dregs of the tribe who dare to destroy Tydahir is ...... Die! ”

Don't ask a blind man why he has a cold gaze, just because he's Illidan Fury!

The sentences squeezed out of the teeth are cold and heartless, making people despair.

Not to mention the orc warlocks, even the elven girl Mi Wei was paralyzed by fright, sitting on the ground unable to move.

There are no creatures near the Black Shore who don't know who Illidan Fury is. He was famous, having ruled the Dark Temple for a long, long time before being defeated by Mavi Shadowsong and the Forty Foot Men. His body was transported to a mysterious prison and sealed, and Mavi Shadowsong had vowed to keep him in his custody forever.

"Betrayal of Kadore? This is punishable by jail time. Attempted assassination of Malfurion? This is punishable by jail time. Absorb Gul'dan's Skull and demonize it? Thick, don't think about it, you all know it's going to jail! ”

That's Mavi Shadowge's mantra. She was born to be such a ruthless warden. His life's mission was to capture Illidan.

However, why did this uncle actually escape, and still have the leisure to meddle in the Black Sea.

Looking at the big boss in front of him whose level was indistinguishable, the orc warlock's heart was turbulent, just like a dog: "For...... Why ......" In the face of the monstrous magic pressure that rushed to his face, he found that he was not as good as the blue fat man, and he couldn't even blow himself up.

But that's impossible, it's ridiculous. Illidan is really dead.

Wait, the orc warlock suddenly remembered a rumor. It is said that Illidan's body was stolen by the Burning Legion, I don't know if it's true, anyway, Sister Shadow Song never admitted it. Could it be that this uncle really managed to resurrect him?

No, it can't be, it must be an illusion.

The orc warlock slapped himself hard, and the intense pain made him realize that it was not a hallucination. All kinds of thoughts came one after another, and the more he thought about it, the more terrified he became......

Why does Illidan Fury appear on the Black Coast?

Could it be ......

A bold and crazy idea came to the orc warlock's mind: Could it be that the Alliance secretly asked the Warden of Shadow Song to resurrect Illidan and release him? Or did the Burning Legion find a way to resurrect Illidan and let him secretly provoke a war between the Alliance and the Horde? Or maybe Illidan actually has a deeper background, such as joining the camp of the Creator Titans?

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