Chapter 262 Who is the real betrayer?

Two days after Yillidan asked White Tiger to send Tyrande back for rest...

Ferwood Forest, the night elf camp in front of the Wood Throat Fortress.

The dim morning light shone mottled light from the lush shade of the dense forest, reflecting on the delicate and charming face of Tyrande. The changing light finally awakened the moon god priest who was guarded by the white tiger and sleeping and resting. Due to the invasion of the demon, the priestess who had been working around for several days and had been fighting to block the enemy had already been exhausted and exhausted.

This sleep lasted for two whole days.

As if he had dreamed of something terrible in his dream, Tyrande's enchanting eyebrows frowned slightly, and suddenly woke up from the demon in an instant, sat up and exclaimed:

"Illidan, no!!!"

"Don't let the dream blur your eyes, my dear!" A pair of vast and powerful hands gently pressed Tyrande's violently trembling shoulders, and a calm and familiar voice came from the priestess' ears: "He is not here, it's me."

The calm tone seemed to have a magic power that made people calm and calm, which made Tyrande, who had just woken up from the nightmare, finally recovered from his scattered eyes. His scattered eyes refocused, and the priestess had seen clearly the man beside him who was holding a pair of vigorous antlers on his head, gently hugging himself in his arms, and the soft and warm gaze he looked at him.

"Malfurion! Have you woken up from the emerald dream?" Tyrande closed his hair scattered in his temples and responded with surprise, hugging the man who had been by his side tightly like a scattered swallow.

"I have already learned the news of the demon attack in the Emerald Dream... Don't worry, I'm all!"

The Great Druid Malfurio Storm nodded gently, patted Tyrande's back, and comforted his worried lover in a firm tone.

"Well...I believe in you."

Even a smart and decisive strong woman like Tyrande will show her little daughter's attitude toward Malfurio, her childhood sweetheart. But not long after, Love was reluctant to break free from the sense of security brought by Malfurio's arms. The moon goddess priestess raised her head nervously, stared at Malfurio's tender eyes when she looked at him, and asked in a hesitant tone:

"Then... have you seen Illidan? I used the excuse to transfer Mavie to cast him out of prison... He... will help us fight the Burning Legion!"

Illidan.

My younger brother, the younger brother who once made unforgivable mistakes... the younger brother who has been separated for thousands of years.

Within a few minutes, he heard the name from his lover again, and Malfurion's expression suddenly became gloomy and solemn. After a while, the Great Druid finally answered: "You shouldn't release him, Tyrande. So that he will not have the chance to attack you and escape alone!"

"Attack? Escape? No, no! You misunderstood him, Malfurion!" The lover's answer made the moon goddess priestess dumbfounded. After a long time, she came to her senses from the shock. She almost didn't think about it and defended Illidan: "I know, he just saw that I was too tired and wanted me to rest for a while, so he would knock me out. He would never want to hurt me! Illidan was not running away, he just patrolled the forest on my behalf to prevent the invasion of the demons!"

Looking at Tyrande's tone of excitement for his younger brother, Malfurion's tender green eyebrows were slightly frowned like a new leaf, and he stretched out his hand to interrupt his lover's rebuttal, and replied in a serious tone:

"Since he left the camp, he has not shown up again for two days and two nights. Whether he fled or surrendered to the demons as I was worried, or was patrolling the defense zone and detecting the enemy situation..."

"We all have to find him first and figure it out!"

Finally, Malfurion's rage expression sighed and murmured in a low voice:

"I just hope that ten thousand years of imprisonment can awaken him, what is his real mistake..."

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"The air is full of filthy and evil breath, and everything here seems to have been polluted."

Looking at the vitality in the middle of the Ferwood Forest, now it is this devastating look. Tyrande frowned and said with anger and worry. The demons of the Burning Legion corrupted the forest and all things in nature, making the night elves who love nature uncontrollably angry. Even though he was prepared in his heart, he really witnessed the filthy and evil appearance here now, and the priestess of the Moon Goddess could not curb the anger in his chest...

"It's not like, but it's really polluted." Malfurion squatted down and pinched a pinch of yellow and black soil with his hands. A black air suddenly emerged from his hands. The smell was like the smell of a corpse smell, or the smell of an old garbage pile that had accumulated for a long time. This made Tyrande, who was standing beside him, subconsciously held his breath and took two steps back.

"Desolate, sad... I can feel the natural anger and sorrow here, extremely depressed, and difficult to vent anger and sorrow..." Seeing the fine sandy soil slipping from my fingers, the Great Druid Malfurio twisted his fingers, as if he wanted to drive out this unpleasant smell. He stood up with a wry smile and shook his heads to the dark night sentries and druids behind him, and said, "Let's look around nearby."

"The withered ancient tree tells me that the evil source of evil that the demons have placed in the forest is in this valley. If... Illidan is really inspecting the defense zone, he will definitely not skip this place! But everyone should be careful, we may encounter the Burning Legion or the master of the Undead Natural Scourge."

After saying that, Malfurion Storm had already stood up and quickly led the team to the center of the valley...

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Ferwood Forest Broken Scar Valley.

In front of the huge body of the terrifying demon king, the moon goddess priestess Tyrande Yufeng, the Great Druid Malfurio Stormwind and the members of the night elves search team behind them were holding their weapons tightly, staring at another powerful demon in front of them with a stern look.

This devilish figure is the powerful but distinctive type of Kong Wu that all men yearn for. Each piece of kneaded muscle looks like a cast of steel.

The complicated and rough magic patterns occupied the parts above his chest and his arms, shining with a clear and cold light. There were two curved horns with huge curves on his head, and the eye sockets behind the black eye mask were bursting with green light unique to the demon. The two bat-wing-like wings behind him, and the dense blood vessels on them were tangled like the roots of a tree, giving people a sense of stale and terrifyingness.

The thick skeleton seemed to pierce the epidermis and was about to burst out. Under the slender legs, the lowest foot was a pair of anti-joint black sheep's hooves, just like all the Ereda demons

The two handles are dark green all over, like a bow symmetrical shape, with sharp blades inside and outside and serrated crescent war blades, which are randomly inserted on the ground on both sides of the body. A powerful and bloody and depraved power spread from the war blades.

The eyes were filled with a look of dignity, the cold temperament, and the form of the demon were mixed, and what was revealed before everyone was a dark and chaotic violence.

The devil seemed to not take everyone seriously at all. His big hands played with a skull in his hand that was constantly radiating evil energy. The calm power made everyone dare not move for a while.

"Damn the Devil, what did you do to my brother?"

After a long period of depression, the big druid, who was constantly tearing and biting by the terrible thoughts in his heart, asked with a look of shock and anger. The demon had a powerful dark and corrosive aura, and even he felt extremely stressed.

Although Tyrande, who was wearing a white robe and barefoot and silver bow, did not speak, his eyes were very complicated. With the intuition of a woman, she sensed that the demon in front of her was Illidan, who had been dealt with by herself.

But how did he become like this?

"My brother, can't you really feel my breath? Or is it that ten thousand years of imprisonment have made you deliberately forget, and I, a younger brother who embarrasses you?" The devil's face showed a mocking smile and spoke sarcastically. Then he looked at Tyrande again, and a rare tenderness appeared in his eyes.

"Are you Illidan?" Malfurion took a two-step back in surprise, his jaws that looked like vines were trembling violently: "You guy who has become a demon from his appearance to his bones, says you are Illidan?"

Looking at the hideous and cold demon in front of him, the face that looked like Illidan's rage wind and the two terrifying double blades beside him that were exactly the same as Illidan's usual weapon, Malfurio's rage wind suddenly passed through his mind that he was most reluctant to believe: His only brother, Illidan's rage wind, finally went astray and defected to the demon of the Burning Legion!

"Put your heartbroken look, my brother. I became like this just to prove my worth." Obviously, even after separation for ten thousand years, even through just one expression, Illidan still knew what he thought about his brother. "I am a demon hunter, how could the hunter fall and hang out with his prey?"

A trace of solemn cold light flashed across the green demon's eyes. The demon hunter Illidan slowly looked up, and with a proud expression, he announced: "You can feel it too, a vanguard of the Burning Legion came here and polluted the Felwood Forest."

"And I! has destroyed the source of pollution, and also killed Tikdios, the leader of the Fear Demon King, who polluted the Fewood Forest.

"I have solved the pollution problem."

"Just like ten thousand years ago, I once again did what my tribe members could not do! I am the savior of this land, and I am fulfilling my mission!"

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However, in order to increase strength in the battle against the Burning Legion, he did not hesitate to absorb the power of evil power; in order to prove that he was incompatible with the demons and was trustworthy and fought to kill the powerful enemy, Illidan did not wait for the admiration of the people in the expected tribe, the boast of his brother, and the embrace of the people he loved...

But...

"Enough!" Under the astonished eyes of everyone and the gloomy face of the demon hunter, the Great Druid Malfurion Rage suddenly shouted angrily, mixed with uncontrollable anger and sorrow: "You have come to this point, Illidan... the scene I least want to see is inevitable after all..."

"It's a ridiculous reason to become a demon in order to kill the demon. Can this explain your original intention of becoming a demon? My brother, the power you have been chasing wildly is the real reason for you to become a demon today..."

Malfurion stared at the demonic flames under Illidan's feet, his eyes became more and more angry, and he roared at his younger brother in anger:

"You have always been thinking about how to be strong... For the sake of being strong, you pursue strength. But power is endless, so the more you want to get it, the further it is from you until you can't extricate yourself!!! Because you never thought about what this power should be used for! You are as sad as those upper elves who once pursued the power of arcane!"

"Illidan, in this world, whether it is the doctrine of the Holy Light, the shamanic, or the Druid doctrine, they all have one thing in common! That is, their believers learn and master this power for one purpose - bring peace and peace to the world! Find a balance between civilization and nature! Or in order to heal the trauma caused to the world by the power of the world!"

"It is a dead end to pursue strength to prove it. But you... never understand! Even if I have to imprison you for thousands of years and make you reflect on it, you... still don't understand this truth!"

"Strength is not everything, no matter where this power comes from!"

After a long time, staring at Illidan's unruly and unwilling face, the Great Druid Malfurion finally waved the staff of his right hand with a depressed look on his face and announced in a lonely tone: "You go, Illidan. You... are exiled."

"exile?"

Yilidan was stunned, and a strong sense of humiliation surged from his chest and rushed into his mind. He did not expect that he would do his best and even risk his life to kill the culprit who came to pollute the Fewood Forest. The fearful devil Tikdios solved the pollution problem of Fewood Forest. He was not rewarded, but instead received a trial...

"Malfurio..." Tyrande nervously grabbed Malfurio's arm. The chief priestess of this Moon Temple also did not expect that Malfurio ignored Illidan's contribution and directly announced the judgment of Illidan.

"My lover." Malfurion sighed and explained the reason for doing so: "Illidan is now a completely demon. He has become something he has been hunting and betraying the original glory of the tribe. He once advocated killing, and after the demonization became, this desire for killing will be stronger. I am afraid... I am afraid that one day, because of his indiscriminate killing, I force me to kill my brother with my own hands."

"Don't give me an excuse to execute you with my own hands... Illidan! Forever! Never return to your tribe..." With a gentle grip on Tyrande's tenderness, Malfurion turned around and reminded him word by word in an almost cold tone:

"From today, you will be a betrayer who is not popular with the Night Elf clan...the betrayer!"

As soon as the Great Druid finished speaking, a ferocious and cruel aura surged into the sky, suddenly pressing towards him, causing Malfurion to pale, and he mobilized the natural power in his body to respond.

The demon hunter who released the evil spirits of the sky threw the Gul'dan skull in his hand into his magic backpack, stretched out his hand and two Essinos fighting blades burning with evil flames, spinning and flying into his hands. The sudden outbreak of bloody smell and cold murderous intent almost all the night elves, including Malfurio, who had just threatened to execute the demon hunter himself, could not breathe.

The bones in Illidan's body exploded, and the muscles in his body trembled slightly due to the irrepressible humiliation in his chest. Until he saw Tyrande, who looked sad and confused, Illidan barely suppressed the bitter murderous intent and boiling anger in his chest, and used all his strength to suppress it before he could barely speak out calmly and said:

"That's it, my brother!"

The demon hunter deliberately bit the word "brother" very heavily, and his mouth was filled with disdain and sad sneer. He felt countless knife cuts and pulled them into pieces in his heart - he made great contributions and proved his worth. What was the result when he came?

Malfurion's decisive words also discarded the last bit of attachment to the Night Elf clan.

Turning silently, the somewhat lonely Yilidan*storm wind gathered her wings and was about to walk towards the east...

"Illidan, can't you explain it to your brother?" Tyrand shouted in despair in a hurry at the back of the demon hunter. The two brothers broke completely, and the expelled Illidan was forced to leave the country... Such a result was definitely something she didn't want to see.

"Explanation? No need! He can think whatever he wants."

Hearing the inquiry of the Moon Goddess Priestess, Illidan paused slightly, and felt Tyrand's resentful eyes behind him, but Illidan still did not look back. He didn't even slow down his pace. He just raised his head slightly, and after a while he said in a tone with a hint of guilt, "It's you, Tyrand... I'm sorry, maybe I can't do anything for you in the future... take good care of myself!"

As proud as Illidan, he would only think that using words to defend himself is a shame.

Since Tyrande believes in himself and cares about himself, what can he do if he is an enemy of the whole world?

He deliberately suppressed the injuries in his body and killed Tiktios, the leader of the fearful demon king who was deeply afraid of even the Lich King. Even though he devoured the skull of Gul'dan, he was still seriously injured.

He thought he should be treated like a hero today, he thought that the tribe members should see clearly that they were considering them, he thought that he surpassed his brother today, he thought that Tyrande would reexamine himself today...

Explanation? Hahaha..." Yilidan, who had walked far away, suddenly burst out with a tragic laugh. I clearly did not make any mistakes, why should I explain, I am wrong, and it is you who are wrong! Exile. This is my ending? Even if I am exiled and lost everything, at least, I still have the strength!

Illidan remembered the long years when he was knocked down by his brother and was imprisoned in that dungeon. After experiencing this insulting title of the clan, exile, and betrayer, after he experienced this unbearable loneliness, what could even the Moon God meant to him?

The only regret I feel is that I can no longer be with Tyrande...

The scenery on both sides was quickly retreating, and the arrogant back of Illidan disappeared from everyone's sight, leaving only two rows of footprints that still remained with flames. On the desolate soil, there was a suffocating sadness.

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To be continued...