As time goes by, Tichondrius's form has become nothing more than a vague outline. Almost all of the huge evil energy that makes up this powerful demon body has been extracted by Illidan's spells and absorbed into his body.

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The evil-filled Skull of Gul'dan is suspended in the air, emitting waves of strange fluctuations.

The tiny murmurs in the skull became clearer and clearer. Those present who were a little less steadfast in their minds felt a little dizzy, as if some of the most primitive ambitions in their hearts had been aroused. The waves of evil energy in front of them also began to appear.

The things they were afraid to avoid became the medicine to achieve their ambitions, making them subconsciously want to take it into their hands.

"We can no longer save him. This is probably an irreversible process. He is...inevitably turning into a demon."

After being blocked by Angmar, and after a short delay, Luo Ning realized that Illidan was almost successful. He couldn't help but glanced at Angmar with some annoyance, and stopped doing other meaningless actions.

A storm of evil energy slowly formed, forcing everyone to retreat.

"What a crazy guy."

Lorcan kept shaking his head.

The Saurfang brothers also gritted their teeth. What they saw and heard today simply exceeded their imagination.

It took the orcs more than twenty years, almost a whole generation, to get rid of the trouble of demon blood. Even so, the former shamanic tradition was almost completely severed in that turmoil, and the newborns lost their healthy tan.

The skin has an ugly green skin just like their fathers who were corrupted by the blood of demons.

For the orcs who survived the disaster, the grasslands of Nagrand, the snowfields of Frostfire Ridge, and the peaceful and peaceful life where each clan made a living by grazing animals and rarely interacted with each other have become extremely distant memories, just like Huang

Liang Yimeng...

Now there is a night elf,

How could anyone still fall for themselves?

Under the erosion of evil energy, Illidan's skin gradually turned dark, but the magic lines on his chest became more and more dazzling, shining with an unknown green light. Two ugly demon horns broke through his forehead and slowly grew out...

…

Hiss.

The sound of tearing silk brocade resounded throughout the scene, and Illidan's boots were torn apart by his expanding feet, revealing a pair of dark, hard demon hooves.

The strong latissimus dorsi muscle wrapped around his shoulder blades was actually pierced by two bone thorns, and blood dripped down, but it was not a normal color, but green with a hint of demon blood.

Under the complicated gazes of everyone, the two bone spurs slowly grew longer.

Until a few fine bones separated from the end, in the swirling evil energy, wing membranes were formed between each other, turning into a pair of huge wings...

In this way, a pair of wings very similar to the Dreadlord gradually took shape and became part of Illidan's limbs.

Every second that passed, Illidan's size grew by one point, gradually changing from a night elf of about 2.45 meters to being taller than Tichondrius, at least more than doubling in size.

The gazes that everyone looked at him gradually changed from looking at him levelly to looking up.

"Succumbing to self-destruction...!"

Maiev gritted her teeth and said.

The terrible transformation that happened to Illidan reminded her of the satyrs - those fallen compatriots in the past.

She held her weapon tightly, and even had the urge to step forward and cut Illidan in half, but looking at Angmar's unmoving back, she suppressed the urge in her heart.

Angmar looked at Illidan intently.

In the evil energy storm, as all the evil energy that made up the body was drained away, a void demon soul was stripped out, struggling violently and silently, with an extremely frightened look on its face.

This is the most important link in the demon hunter's path created by Illidan. If you want to master the power of evil, you must seal a demon into your body, thereby gaining the demon's power and even the ability to transform.

This move is extremely dangerous, and you may even lose your mind in the process and completely turn into a violent demon, especially... when the target is an extremely powerful demon.

Angmar couldn't help but sweat for Illidan.

Even for Illidan, it is not easy to conquer Tichondrius, who is far more powerful than he is now.

The evil energy storm slowly subsided, and Illidan, who was inside it, remained kneeling on one knee, motionless.

…

At this time, a clear eagle call suddenly came from the sky.

Everyone looked back and saw dozens or hundreds of hippogryphs flapping their wings and landing in the forest.

The night elves present looked at each other, and their expressions suddenly became a little complicated.

"We are late..."

The belatedly arrived Malfurion and his wife turned over and walked quickly towards this side. Followed closely were a group of sentries and druids.

Since the nearby area is firmly controlled by demons, the responding troops cannot get too close, otherwise there is a risk of being exposed.

Although at the beginning of the battle, the mages who were ordered to stay in the tree hole to guard the important retreat portal sent messages to the Malfurion couple, by the time they arrived at lightning speed, the battle was over.

It wasn't until he met the Ursoc brothers that Malfurion finally understood what caused the horrific scene he saw in mid-air. Only with their size could they plow a blank area of ​​tens of meters in length in the dense forest.

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On the way forward, he saw the corpses of demons everywhere he passed, nearly a thousand in number. It was not until he confirmed that there were no dead bodies of coalition members among them that he felt relieved.

"Ursoc, Ursol."

He bowed respectfully to his demigod brother. But what surprised him was that the latter didn't respond at all.

Everyone was also looking at him with meaningful and complicated eyes, which made the Archdruid realize that something was wrong, and he hurriedly searched the crowd.

Tyrande is no different.

"Where is Illidan!?"

Malfurion's somewhat panicked look fell in Angmar's eyes, making him sigh inwardly.

Even though there are irreparable rifts in positions, concepts, and even brotherhood, no matter what, in the end they are still brothers.

Even if Malfurion chose his own principles in the face of right and wrong, personally sent Illidan to prison, and cruelly sentenced him to ten thousand years of imprisonment. Such an action can be described as annihilating relatives for justice, but none of this will hinder

The two have a blood relationship that can never be severed.

No matter what outsiders think, there must be a place for his brother in Malfurion's heart.

At least that's the case now - I say this because Angmar knows that this place will disappear soon.

"well."

Ursok sighed, glanced at Angmar, and seemed to not understand the latter's "connivance", and moved his body like a hill away.

When he saw the demon with wings behind the giant bear, Malfurion was stunned and subconsciously called on the power of nature to subdue this powerful enemy that was so close but ignored by everyone.

But when the archdruid discovered that there were vaguely familiar features on the demon—Illidan's characteristics—it was like someone poured a basin of cold water on his heart, and he stood there for a long time unable to do anything.

speech.

"Illidan?"

With a sense of self-deception, Malfurion called softly.

No matter how much he resisted the truth in his heart, as the demon stood up and turned around to look at him, and as Malfurion saw his brother's face and everything he was familiar with, the truth emerged in his heart.

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"It's me, Malfurion." Illidan said.

"No... no no no, Illidan, how could you..."
Chapter completed!