Azeroth Shadow of the Moon

Although Illidan did not expect Malfurion to attack suddenly, but as a demon hunter, his reaction speed was very sensitive.

When the wind blades from Malfurion's wings approached him, the newly grown wings on Illidan's back played their role for the first time, blowing his body back a few steps, just avoiding Malfurion's attack range.

"Hehe, my brother, don't be so anxious, why don't I just stand here?"

Although Illidan's tone was still full of sarcasm, Malfurion, who was familiar with his brother, could vaguely hear a hint of relief from it.

However, Malfurion's focus of attention was not here at this time. The storm crow that landed turned back into a human form, and he looked at the ferocious demon in disbelief.

"You are Illidan?"

"It's me, Malfurion." Illidan opened his hands to show off his strong demonic body, with a wicked smile on his face, "Don't you recognize me if you change your image?"

"you!"

Malfurion stared at the demon Illidan, speechless for a long time.

Leticia didn't have time to pay attention to the double play of the two brothers. After jumping off the back of the Hippogryph in the sky, she immediately aimed at Tichondrius who was watching the play next to her.

"Devil! Use your life today to pay homage to my father!"

The moon disc wrapped in black light flew out from Leticia's hand, drawing a strange arc in mid-air, pointing directly at Tichondrius, the leader of the demon team.

"snort!"

Tichondrius is the leader of Nathrezim after all. His combat power may not be as good as that of the legion bosses, but he is still confident in dealing with mere mortals.

The sharp claws crossed in front of him, and the sharp blade on the edge of the moon wheel collided violently with Tichondrius' claws, and there was an unpleasant sharp "squeak" sound between the rotating friction.

"drink!"

Both claws vibrated outward at the same time, and the moon wheel that had lost its momentum flew out obliquely backwards. Leticia, who had just landed, nimbly came over and took the moon wheel back into her hands.

"Hehe~ I thought it was who it was."

Tichondrius smiled sinisterly, and deliberately stuck out his tongue and licked the corner of his mouth, "It turned out to be that young girl from the Yuege family. I still remember you. Your father's soul tastes very good."

"shut up!"

The Dreadlord is best at provoking the enemy's emotions. Leticia, who was hit in the sore spot with red eyes, launched a continuous attack on Tichondrius.

'tsk! This little girl has grown so much in strength. '

Although he acted with ease on the surface, Tichondrius was under a lot of pressure.

The force attached to the moon wheel was very strong, and he had to resist every blow with all his strength, and the mental shock contained in the black energy wrapped on the surface of the moon wheel also made Tichondrius exhausted.

When Illidan and Malfurion staged a family ethics drama, the fight here was fierce.

If only Tichondrius was here alone, with Leticia's hard-working strength over the years, it shouldn't be a big problem to win him.

But Tichondrius, who suffered a loss from acting alone once, realized it a long time ago, and there are several high-level Nathrezim fighters around him at any time.

The troops directly under Tyrande sent to monitor Illidan looked at each other. Seeing that the sentinel team led by Leticia started fighting with the demons, they hesitated for a moment and joined the attack on the Dreadlord's team.

They couldn't stop Illidan's arbitrariness, at least they had to leave some loot, otherwise it would be difficult to explain to the high priest.

Malfurion looked at Illidan with an indisputable expression on his face, "Are you willing to degenerate into a demon? I thought this ten thousand years of imprisonment would make you mature, but I didn't expect you to be so thoughtless in doing things! "

Speaking of the ten thousand years of being imprisoned, Illidan's weird smile on his face darkened.

"Malfurion, it seems you disagree with my choice?"

"Of course I don't agree!"

Malfurion shouted angrily, "Can you still be called a night elf with your appearance? Get out! From now on, I will treat you as a brother and get out of our forest!"

Illidan's chest heaved for a while, but he still maintained a calm demeanor on the surface.

"That's how it is, brother. From now on, we have nothing to do with each other, so you can take care of yourself."

The moment he turned around, Illidan revealed a trace of loneliness in his expression.

The only relative still can't understand him, and the proud demon hunter never bothers to explain his motives to anyone.

Spreading the demon flesh wings on his back, Illidan desperately wanted to vent the depression in his heart, and his eyes that faintly emitted green light of evil energy under the blindfolded black cloth looked at the night elves and the dread demon king who were fighting together.

"Hmph! Nathrezim."

The flesh wings flapped slightly, and Illidan's figure appeared behind Detherocco as if teleporting.

Meanwhile Detheroc is busy dealing with the dryad Lunara's rage-filled poison javelin.

Although Lunara and Leticia got along in a strange way when they first met, thousands of years of contact have allowed the two to establish an extremely deep friendship.

Even if you don't talk about the evil deeds of the dreadlord corrupting the forest, Lunara has enough reasons to do her best to create better conditions for revenge for her friends.

"Ugh!"

When Lunara fixed Detherok's range of motion with her javelin, a demonic claw stretched out from the dreadlord's chest, firmly grasping his heart.

"Boom~"

Before the terrified Detherok could ask for mercy, Illidan crushed the green heart in his hand expressionlessly, and the disgusting fel blood spurted out.

Tichondrius, Varimathras, and Balnazzar were shocked by Detheroc's sudden death.

Although the Dreadlord is not strong compared to other Burning Legion warriors, but this hybrid demon can succeed in such an easy blow, it is preliminarily speculated that his strength has surpassed the level of mortals.

That's exactly the fact. Illidan was one of the night elves' top five powerful fighters as early as 10,000 years ago. After absorbing the huge amount of evil energy accumulated in Gul'dan's skull, the demonized Illidan broke through and troubled him for thousands of years. The bottleneck of the year, officially stepped into the realm of demigods.

"Hehe~"

Shaking off the green blood on his hand, Illidan smiled cruelly at the three bewildered Dreadlords.

"Next, it's your turn."

Malfurion still stayed where he was a little dejected, silently watching the demon Illidan chasing and killing the Dreadlord in the demon army formation.

Although there are many incomprehensions and conflicts of ideas between them, Illidan is his only brother after all. He expelled Illidan from the night elves family not entirely out of justice, but contained some selfishness.

If Illidan is allowed to return to night elf society in this form, he will always live in the eyes of others with suspicion and contempt.

Perhaps the lonely Illidan himself would not care about this, but Malfurion did not want his brother to be treated like this.

After being imprisoned for a full 10,000 years, Malfurion would not believe how much Illidan had feelings for his own ethnic group and country. Instead of forcing him to stay in the country, it is better to simply let him move freely.

Illidan, who had a breakthrough in strength, killed Varimathras and Balnazar one after another like chopping melons and vegetables. Tichondrius was also torn off by his sharp claws, and the wings on his back became tattered. rotten.

Throwing away Tichondrius' bloody left hand, Illidan glanced sideways at Leticia who was still relentless.

"I'll leave the rest to you guys. Let's meet again, brother."

"Shua!"

Flapping his fleshy wings and flying into the sky, Illidan disappeared into the sky under the silent watch of Malfurion. The scream of Tichondrius before he died was the last "blessing" for Illidan's farewell.