"Don't put the life and death of the Children of the Night as a commemoration of your selfish folly. Mavi is a watcher, she has seen countless prisoners imprisoned, and she is still immune to the high-sounding words of Elisander, "Can you think for yourself, how many civilians of the Children of the Night have been killed by the atrocities of the Legion since you surrendered to the Burning Legion, and how many are still living in dire straits?"

"And you, every day you only know how to absorb the powerful energy of the Well of the Night, and use this ability to stop the rebels who are trying to liberate Sulama. You should know in your heart what the so-called nobles under your command have done with the power of the legion!"

"Do you deserve to rule over the homeland of our elves?"

"And what would you do if you were to rule Sulamar instead?" Elisander had heard the same persuasion countless times, and Talisa had told her many times during her arrest, "Isn't it enough to resist the Burning Legion with all your strength and resources, as you did before?"

"If we had chosen to rebel in the first place, more of our Children of the Night would have died by now!"

"That's the glory of the victims, too," Mavi said angrily, "In the face of power and destruction, compromise can only lead to enslavement and death! ”

"Hehe, Watchman Mavi, not everyone can live boringly for thousands of years like you, always adhering to their own ideals. Alisander sneered, "Everyone has selfish desires, and for the sake of my own people, I will satisfy my own trivial desires, isn't it okay? I am the Grand Magister of the Children of the Night, and for 10,000 years, I have led the Children of the Night out of the shadow of the catastrophe of that year, not you Night Elves, a bunch of shameful traitors who only escape from reality and live with wild beasts!"

"You ......" Ma Wei was speechless, and the anger in his heart was completely aroused, and he said angrily, "Since that's the case, then don't blame me......"

Just as the moonblade in Mavi's hand was about to cut Elisandre's slender neck, a large phanther appeared above the central tower of the Night Keep.

It was a giant demon with curved horns on its head, and that image, which Mavi and Elisandr would never forget after many Burning Legion invasions, was the source of all the evils of Azeroth, the leader of the Burning Legion, the Dark Titan Sargeras.

"It's late, it's all late, Gul'dan succeeded. Elisander muttered to herself in dismay, with mixed thoughts.

Mavi also frowned, worried in her heart, and forgot about the execution of Ellie Sander for a while.

"It's finally here!" Edward, who had been rampage in the air all the time, saw this phantom shadow, his eyes narrowed, and the wings of holy light behind him made a burst of force, destroying a large number of air demons, and then his figure flashed, directly rushing past the air demon's block, and rushed into the top of the tower.

At the top of the Tower of the Night Keep, Gul'dan was standing in the middle of a huge magic circle, squinting at Edward as he entered.

The platform at the top of the tower is open-air, shrouded in a circular layer of arcane mana, and a magic circle clearly in the style of the Burning Legion is depicted on the ground. The energy of the Night Well rushed up from the bottom, and was channeled to the grooves of the ground magic array by the core of Guldan's magic array with a certain pattern, and then transmitted to the body of Illidan who was imprisoned on the side of the platform, making this already burly demon hunter even bigger and bigger.

"Edward Lee, you're finally here. Gul'dan chuckled, "However, you are too late, and I've found Illidan's soul and forcibly detained him." It won't be long before the will of the master of Sargeras descends upon this powerful body. From now on, there will be no demon hunter like Illidan in this world, but only the great Dark Titan Sargeras!"

"I want to thank you, Gul'dan. Edward did not show the slightest fear or surprise, and said calmly, "You have indeed found the soul of Illidan on the planet Argus. I guess this is the last time Kil'Gardan fought us on the island of Queldanus, and brought Illidan's soul there. ”

"It's a pity that when I first dealt with Illidan, I had already placed an untraceable Holy Light insignia on his body. ”

"Now that I have mastered the space beacon of Planet Argus, then the end of your Burning Legion is coming!"

Gul'dan frowned slightly when he heard this: "What do you want to do with the space road marker of Planet Argus? Do you want to counterattack the general stronghold of our Burning Legion?"

The orc warlock laughed maniacally: "Your plan is really great, but you better worry about your situation first!"

"The great master Sargeras is coming, and all of Azeroth will tremble under his power!"

With Gul'dan chanting at his heart, he unleashed a thick pillar of green demonic light that shot directly at Illidan's body.

Suddenly stimulated by this powerful energy, Illidan, who was supposed to be dead, shook violently, and then let out a deafening roar.

Edward, however, did not move, and remained unmoved by the fact that he had been watching Illidan struggling frantically on the energy shackles.

Edward didn't move, and Gul'dan certainly didn't move, he didn't want to face such a terrifying opponent.

But as time passed, Gul'dan sensed that something was wrong—after he forcibly retained Illidan's soul, the will of the Dark Titan from the Tomb of Sargeras should immediately take control of the body. But for now, Illidan is clearly struggling.

"Don't you ......" Gul'dan immediately thought of something unpleasant.

"Hehe, stupid legion lackey. Edward scoffed, "You have enslaved countless souls and bodies, but alas, Illidan is not something you can easily enslave. What's more, by virtue of the will of the already dead Sargeras. ”

"From the first time I met Illidan, I felt his soul and will, a powerful soul that I have never seen in my life. Just by the will of a dead Titan, trying to control his body? Don't you think that's ridiculous?"

"Now, let me do you a hand, orc warlock!"

As he spoke, Edward flung the Dragonlord Shine forward, causing it to float in front of him, while his hands spread out and aimed at Illidan's body.

A powerful holy light descended from the sky, enveloping Illidan in it, and allowing him to express his strength quickly.

After a while, Illidan completely stopped struggling, clenched his fists, broke free of the arcane shackles that had imprisoned him, and landed on the ground from the air with the corners of his mouth slightly curled.