"Banana peel? Look at me?" God knows whether Tyrande's heart was already cursing Daudas Rema from Kelthas's...

The strange expressions of the people around him, even the high priest's skin and heart that had been baptized by thousands of years of wind and frost, could not hold on, and was as gloomy as rain.

But the prince did not take it seriously and continued to sneer and stare at Tyrande. The friendship of fighting side by side back then had already disappeared when the meteor shower in the foreign land hit. After tearing the face apart, the position was clear, so there was no need to worry at all... The blood elves will be returned sooner or later!

Tyrande was speechless and it was not easy to argue based on this. Others were tired of being the high priest's identity and sensitive topics, and could not interrupt.

It was not until Garrosh stood up with a murderous roar with blood and stood up, that Tyrande was freed from the embarrassing situation...

"The coward who dominates the foreign land?! Your death date is here!!!" Just like Grom back then, he jumped out and roared, slashed hard, lifted an axe and slashed it hard.

Illidan had already noticed the arrival of everyone, and when he heard Garrosh's sarcasm, he couldn't help but smile: "Coward? I?!!"

With his wings flapped, a black shadow flashed, and appeared in the air with two green lights. The Essinos battle blade suddenly swung towards Garrosh.

The battle axe and the double blades touched each other, and the huge force collided to tear the space directly. A dark spot of light appeared at the intersection, but no sound came out.

After a slight pause, Garrosh was bounced away and shot out like a cannonball. Two blood marks on his chest were clearly visible, and blood flowers were sprinkled all over the sky...

What's even more incredible is that although Yilidan turned back to the ground with a casual altitude, he took four or five steps to find his center of gravity and stood firm.

"How is that possible?!" Rommel looked at Illidan, who was quite embarrassed and Garrosh, who was even more powerful after being injured.

This is the overlord who ruled the outer world? This is the hero who leaped over the ancient times? He can't even suppress a new orc hero?!

The betrayer who was despised by Drano was this level? In the heart of a fox, the tall and mighty image of Illidan collapsed...

The others were also shocked! I never expected that one of the three ancient heroes of the Night Elf would be so vulnerable, and Thrall, Gianna and others were no exception. Only the former evil orc hero Taga* Blade, Prince Kelthas and Tyrande remained unchanged, but they didn't say anything.

"Charge! Eliminate these demons!!!" Duke Leorick did not hesitate anymore, drew out the sword of the Grand Marshal and ran towards Illidan.

When the other people saw the alliance generals taking action, they no longer hesitated, jumped off the platform one by one and rushed towards the demons...

Kelthas said nothing, and stayed on the platform with the blood elves, sneering. Tyrande seemed to want to say something, but he didn't have time. Although the Taga*Blade Blade rushed up, he just walked in front of a group of long-range heroes, and even hid his protection of Thrall and the Old Bullhead.

In the corner of the wall, Garrosh held blood with one hand and wiped the cold sweat from his head with the other. He didn't even care about the injuries on his chest and was gasping for breath... Although his momentum soared and his fighting spirit did not diminish at all, his eyes flashed with caution and vigilance, and he did not dare to charge blindly anymore.

The two sides fought quickly! With Illidan in charge, although the demons were still a mob, they could barely support the impact of the ninth-level elite of the coalition forces. However, the heroes who besieged Illidan were treated completely opposite to what they expected...

The Duke of Leorick, who first attacked, considering that Garrosh thought Illidan was not powerful, he also chose to hold the sword in both hands and slash!

Illidan's face was expressionless, and his left hand was lifted up from the bottom. He used the Essinos blade to approach the Great Marshal's sword. The weapons were touched. Due to the angle, the Great Marshal's sword drifted along the arc of the battle blade and slashed towards the ground. However, Illidan took a step forward and recycled his right hand. He picked up the battle blade in the air and slashed down. The first half of Essinos' blade pointed at the old marshal's chest and slashed fiercely. At the same time, he waved his right hand and slashed in the waist...

The old marshal suddenly became scared and sweated in a cold sweat. He concentrated his energy. A golden holy light flashed on the sword of the marshal, turning back in the air, blocking the chopped sword. At the same time, his feet retreated in panic, avoiding the sword that was chopped in the middle.

"Crusader strike? Not bad!" Illidan raised his lips slightly, and followed the sound of the wind and rushed towards Varian.

The old marshal looked at the belt that was cut into two pieces with fear. When he saw Illidan's actions, he was immediately anxious: "Be careful!!!"

But it seems that Varian, who uses two swords, is much more flexible than the old marshal, and has fought with Illidan! Then, continue the tragedy...

The Essinos Battle Blade can be regarded as the most famous and weirdest unpopular equipment in Azeroth. When it is broken down, it can be seen as a combination of two handguard shields and four short-handled scimitars. This kind of anti-heaven weapon does not pay much attention to martial arts and moves... What's even more terrifying is that Garrosh can use a battle axe and jump to fight back Illidan, but Varian, who uses two weapons, finds that his strength is completely inferior to Illidan!

The moment the fight was fought, the two swords were shaken away by Illidan! Then the Essinos battle blade drove straight into the king Dalu's air gate...

In the blink of an eye, the breastplate passed down by the kings of the Kingdom of Azeroth was torn to pieces by the battle blade, and Varian's chest was cut into blood and blood...

Just as Illidan tore his defense and used the tip of the battle blade to lift Varian's heart, the others finally reacted. Old Fordine's hatchet was standing upright and his right hand was holding it forward: "In the name of holy light, protect! Heal! Sacrifice!" Three consecutive unique skills were thrown on Varian's body continuously.

The transparent light shield with angel wings blocked the Escinos Blade without any impetuous progress. At the same time, the injury on Varian's chest was also quickly recovered at a glance. After Illidan lost the Blade, he did not hesitate at all. The blue flames in his eyes surged and shot hard on Varian's throat!

The light could not be stopped this time, but Varian was not killed as expected. Instead, after a bloody light flashed, he vomited blood with Lao Fuding and flew backwards... Although the blood and flesh in the throat were blurred, the magic flames and evil energy were dissipating quickly, and they obviously had the ability to resist.

Yilidan's face changed. He put away his wings and was about to chase after him. Two flame explosion techniques on the left attack came with a hot air wave, just blocking the pursuit!

"Master?" He sneered, and shook his hand and a dark green beam of light as thick as a bucket was shot out.

The green light swept through, and the two large fireballs disappeared instantly. Then, they easily penetrated the two layers of magic shields on Jaina's body, the earth shield that Sar temporarily blessed, and even the ice barrier that was used at the last moment were completely penetrated, hitting the ** master unstoppable...

"Mana Burning?!" Jaina's face was pale, she hid in the end with a wry smile, and was protected by the Royal Knights of Stormwind and the Seventh Legion warriors.

Varian, under the protection of Old Fordine and Duke Leorick, retreated into the crowd to treat his injuries.

Taga*Broken Ridge blocked Halior and Thal, ignored everyone's ugly faces as if they were swallowing flies, and curled their lips and despised them: "A group of idiots~"

Garrosh walked up, pointed to a wound with a deep knuckle on his chest, and smiled bitterly at Sar and others: "If Illidan is willing to take a step back, you can see my intestines and heart... Hell is not strong enough, I think he has lived to a dog for more than 10,000 years?!"

But what Garrosh didn't know was that everyone underestimated Illidan, and Illidan also underestimated him. If it weren't for misjudging Garrosh's arrogant power, it wouldn't be as simple as marking a cross on his chest...

But when a group of people heard his words, they were so angry that they vomited blood. They knew that Illidan was strong and dared to rush forward first. Isn’t this harmful?!

Everyone was afraid, but Illidan was unwilling to let them go. He held the sword tightly and walked up in a leisurely manner: "Use quantity to gather confidence? The actions of the weak! You are seeking death!"

As he finished speaking, a single man rushed into the coalition forces that were ready to fight!

Soon, everyone discovered the terrifying part of Illidan, with ghostly speed. Even if they were wandering in the enemy formation, a group of ninth-level strong men could not even touch his seemingly strong body! Instead, they were burned by the fire of sacrifice and roared, and then the battle blade gently cut across his throat...

Dozens of people were killed in the blink of an eye, but the coalition forces were not even injured by Illidan's hair and were retreated step by step.

Not only did the large number of people not have any suppression effect, but it instead made a group of heroes on our side tie their hands and feet. It was difficult to use them...

"In ancient times, Illidan had combat skills that made all elves warriors ashamed, and dodging ability that made all elves shooters ashamed. He could even wander freely in the rain of arrows." Tyrand's tone had a hint of indescribable emotion, and his eyes were soft: "No matter whether it is power, speed, or skill, so far, no night elves can surpass him ten thousand years ago... but he can quietly settle, accumulate, and improve..."

Rommel listened to the waterfall and sweating: "The moon god is here, you are kidding our lives! Why didn't you say it earlier?!"

Warren was also scared and sighed: "Illidan is already like this... I can't imagine the strength of Alsace!"

"Hmph, stupid!" Kelthas sneered when he heard this, and a strong resentment flashed in his eyes: "If it weren't for the frozen throne providing a steady stream of power, just by him? He also wanted to defeat Illidan?! If the battlefield was replaced in any other area... Althas would have been a pile of dead bones!"

Rommel was stunned: "So... Illidan was dragged to defeat?!"

Kelthas wanted to nod, but was as proud as him, but he was unwilling to deceive an existence that was regarded as an ant. He sneered in anger: "Complete fusion of power and full control of power are two concepts... stupid humans!"

Warren heard the implication. Obviously, although Arthas had integrated power at that time, he had no time to completely control it. He could only rely on the energy provided by the Irish Throne to drag down the three of Illidans. But now Arthas must have completely controlled the power of the Lich King...

"Who is they stronger?" With a hint of curiosity and gossip, Rommel asked Kelthus.

The corners of His Highness the prince's mouth twitched a few times, and he snorted coldly, ignoring them.
Chapter completed!