The demon hunter, who was originally known for his aggressiveness, was forced to adopt a defensive temperament at this moment. The two Azzinoth war blades were once again covered in cold death under the blow of the straight-edged sword full of death.

frost.

"Is this what you can do? Illidan!"

"Is this the power you gave your eyes to get back? Stormrage!"

"What are you afraid of? What are you hesitating about? What are you worried about?"

Tyrion's low sarcasm did not disorient Illidan. This demon hunter was like a rock between the dark tides, standing in the flowing river of death, as if he would never be defeated.

"Free yourself! Show me...your inner demons!"

"Bang"

Illidan's double blades were intertwined in front of his chest, but Tyrion kicked the frozen double blades. The force mixed with pure death blasted Illidan away from the place, along with the earth in front of Tyrion.

A terrifying crack was torn open, with bricks and stones splashing everywhere. The great lord looked back at the elves who were slaughtered by the evil ghost warriors. He shook his head, and a cold smile flashed on his face:

"Look, so many faces, so few smiles...why not...smile?"

Tyrion waved his fingers forward, and the gate to the realm of death suddenly opened behind him. In the widened eyes of Tyrande and Malfurion, who were trying to stop the evil warriors, the death gods with war scythes roared towards them.

Floating in the air, they formed a frightening torrent of darkness.

"You want to protect them?"

The great lord's finger seemed to have pulled the trigger. The next moment, the roaring gods of death waved their war scythes and let out silent laughter in the darkness. Like a tide that drowned everything, they rushed into those who were trying to save.

and among the elven soldiers who fought back.

"It's a pity...the method is wrong..."

The moment the soul-stealing death army rushed into the battlefield, the great lord withdrew his eyes from the battlefield. He looked at Illidan who rushed towards him again. He looked at Illidan who was calling for the power of the moon god to protect him.

Tyrande, who had as many tribesmen as possible, flashed a light in his ice-blue eyes, and the figure of the great lord appeared behind Tyrande like dark lightning. Under the roars of Illidan and Malfurion

, Tyrion said softly:

"You don't want to become a devil... is it because of her? What a pity, you put shackles on yourself... But this is a wrong fate..."

The dark sword in Tyrion's hand was swung high, and Tyrande's face, wrapped in the power of the moon god, also turned pale at this moment.
Chapter completed!