Illidan mysteriously pulled out a black scale. The fierce aura emanating from the scales of the pen www.biquge.info Pavilion immediately reminded everyone of the treacherous and cunning Black Dragon King.

"I can easily find Nesario!" Illidan was determined.

Sargeras looked pleased: "Well, you will be rewarded in return for your loyalty to me...... However, it will cost you a small extra price......"

Illidan looked up. For the first time, a hint of unease flashed on his slender face, "My lord Sargeras, it has been a great honor for me to have you come to Azeroth in person, and I don't need anyone to help me—"

"Yes? but...... I insisted on doing so. Sargeras, who laughed teasingly, showed his moodiness as the king of demons.

Suddenly, two "whoosh" flashes of dark green flames shot out of the portal.

The flame was so bright that it was like two suns coming out of the darkness at the same time. Duke turned his head away and blocked Tyrande's eyes with a shadow of shadow. The Void Lords also dodge or parry.

Only Illidan had nowhere to run, and he couldn't dodge Sargeras's spells.

Flames burst into his eyes.

The eyeball, one of the weakest organs of the body, suddenly felt a terrible burning sensation.

"Ahhhh

There was no trace of pride left on his face, only pain, extreme pain, as if even his soul had been burned with it.

Tyrande didn't dare to look at it, she shuddered, and desperately covered her mouth, subconsciously looking for comfort. She threw herself on Duke's back, and she thought she would be disgusted by the action. Unfortunately, she hid behind Duke, like a pair of intimate lovers.

If Illidan had any room to spare, he would have been furious.

It's a pity that he doesn't have time to pay attention to others.

Every being in the hall watched in amazement as the flames in Illidan's eyes grew brighter and brighter.

Sargeras's terrifying force tugged at Illidan as if he were tied to a cross, his arms outstretched, his feet off the ground, his whole body pulled into the air and bent backwards.

It seems that in the next moment, this incomparably famous hero of later generations will be broken like a matchstick.

Illidan's eyeballs burned to ashes in the first moment, but the flames were not extinguished, and the flames fueled by evil magic continued to leap into his eye sockets.

When the flames burned the last traces of blood and flesh in the sockets of the eyes, the flames were extinguished.

Illidan collapsed like a dead dog on the solid stone floor, and even the pain that remained in his nerves still made him feel painful, and all the arrogance he had lost before.

At this time, the voice of Sargeras sounded again: "My faithful servant......"

Illidan looked up in obedience.

His eyes were gone, and only two hollow eye sockets were left on his face, leaving only a few wisps of green smoke, which ghostly hovered in the eye sockets, neither slowly disappearing, nor becoming more violent.

"From now on, your horizon is now mine, Night Elves. Infernal Affairs doesn't trust you, and I agree with him, but now I think I can start trying to trust you......"

Illidan was silent, apparently in a great pain that prevented him from keeping focus.

But Duke next to him could clearly feel Illidan's hatred.

Seize the hatred of lovers!

The hatred that destroys its eyes!

Either way, it was enough to make Duke have a sworn enmity in Illidan's heart.

Sure enough, every bigwig-level demon can be easily fooled. Even though Sargeras had come to believe in Duke's plan, he still refused to leave such an important matter in the hands of a single being.

Stir up a grudge between the two and ensure that the two will never be of the same mind.

That's the checks and balances!

This is the way the demon king is under control.

Good intentions!

Good abacus!

If Duke is not a veteran traverser of the second crossing, it is estimated that he will be pitted by the Illidan pit when the Burning Legion is in the future.

As for Mr. Sa's precautions, Duke just wanted to say, "Hehe!" But it didn't help.

Time passed day by day.

There weren't too many surprises, the only one that could be called an accident was the rebellion of Darth Rema* Sunstrider. The grandfather of Kael'thas was very smart, and he sensed that the attitude of the Burning Legion towards the upper elves had not changed at a time when Sargeras's will could easily come to him. The last batch of Unholy Crystals was just a personal gift from a high-ranking lord.

This obviously meant that the Burning Legion never really paid attention to the High Elves.

Darth Rema hated Sartre's disgusting appearance. As a true nobleman, a wise man who was good at thinking, he began to realize that what Empress Esshara said should be a blank check.

He had wanted to get out of Azhara's camp for a long time, but he didn't have a good name, until he 'accidentally' discovered that the soul of the demigod Cenarius's eldest disciple was imprisoned in a small soul crystal, which was the side hall where Duke was staying.

Duke has been busy with the mysterious [Mjolnir] project lately, and he, along with the Twins, rarely returns to the side hall.

"Great disciple of Cenarius and high priest of the goddess of the moon, this would be a great gift. That's what Darth Rema thinks, does.

As a result, the founding ancestor of the Sun Chaser almost gave his life to the city of Aishara.

Thinking that the dancer Selega could easily be stunned, she was unexpectedly strong, and it took a lot of effort for Darth Lema to subdue her.

Thinking that he was saving Tyrande in the name of righteousness, the high priest of the moon god would immediately follow him, but Tyrande screamed and took out a demon-breaking bow to shoot him, almost nailing him to the wall.

The only luck was that he still managed to get his hands on the soul crystal, which he shattered as soon as possible, freeing Malfurion.

Eventually, he teleported before the demon guards arrived.

Yes! is a space teleport with a cast time of up to 10 seconds.

He found himself unable to comprehend what Tyrande was thinking, and after he let Malfurion go, Tyrande shrank into a corner of the side hall. neither against him, nor with him.

With no choice, Darth Rema had no choice but to run away before the spatial teleportation hall for nobles in Azhara City was closed.

When Duke rushed back, Tyrande threw himself into Duke's arms and whispered, "Promise me to end this as soon as possible." I'm going crazy! Whoever succeeds, let's get it over quickly!"

Duke said in a deep voice, "Good!"