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Illidan carefully avoided the demon sentries. The situation was getting worse, and Illidan was a little regretful. If he had changed his class later, he would not have had to avoid the demon sentries. He was not only sensitive to demons, but to demons as well.

"Damn it, if I didn't leave Tyrande due to the fear that killing trash like you would affect me, would I even need to avoid you?" Illidan stared angrily at the Demons moving around in front of him.

It was getting dark, and the demons stood guard in the firelight, but the night elves were as good as day, even better than day, and Illidan was able to move easily through the darkness. He soon arrived at the royal prison, where he wanted to see Tyrande and take her away from the city that was controlled by the demons.

"Illidan, how did you become like this?" Daselma was surprised at Illidan's transformation. In a day, Illidan had blinded him, but Daselma could clearly feel that his strength had increased by a lot.

"I want to see Tyrande!" Illidan said he was here to save his beloved woman, not to have a heart-to-heart talk with Dasrima.

"Take this with you!" This elf with the same golden eyes as the queen was very difficult to talk to. He was too arrogant. But because Dasrima also wanted to save Tyrande, he had prepared the keys to the magic alarm for Illidan.

"Thank you!" Illidan did not think that Dasrima had been of much help. He was confident that he would be able to get Tyrande out of the city without being recaptured by the demons. So he was not moved by Dasrima's actions.

Illidan entered the prison and met Tyrande very quickly, but he could no longer see her face. He could only look for the place where the most of the yellow holy light was gathered, and that must be where Tyrande was staying. Tyrande had followed Oresa for a very long time in learning the sacred light, and her strength was not to be underestimated. That would be courting death, because there were at least a thousand sacrifices in the temple. Furthermore, there was the Night Elf's strongest force — the Moon Guard. Any one of them could easily kill Krueger.

"Tyrande, let me help you out!" Illidan said excitedly.

"Illidan? What happened to your eyes? " Tyrande's originally excited mood was shocked by Illidan's eyes! Illidan bound his eyes with a piece of cloth, but Tyrande could feel the demon's energy from the cloth.

"I have become stronger! Tyrande, did you know? I have become a Demon Hunter. I will kill all the Demons. " Illidan said excitedly.

"How can this be!" "Tyrande was not happy for Illidan. She could not believe that Illidan had the power of the Devil before he had solved the problem of magic." Illidan, do you want to die? Your magic is still unstable, and now that you have the power of the devil, you will die! "

"Oh!" No! "Tyrande, I'm doing very well. Really, I've never felt so good before. I can easily defeat any demon. Believe me, I won't lie to you!" Illidan comforted Tyrande. He didn't know why Tyrande was so excited. She would like him more if he became stronger, stronger than his older brother!

"NO!" Illidan, you are in a very bad situation. The strength in your body is not stable yet, and using it rashly will lure you into corruption. You should find a Great Druid to help you stabilize yourself, you should look for Malfurion. Tyrande said earnestly.

"No!" Illidan said angrily, "Don't mention it to me. He is learning from his teacher right now! "I admit that he's very strong, much stronger than I was before. It's normal for you to like him more, but I'm already stronger than him now. Why are you still saying that I can't compare to him!" Illidan brandished his blade crazily, as if he had lost his mind.

"I'm not saying that you can't compare to him. I'm only saying that he might be able to help you stabilize your strength." Tyrande explained anxiously.

"Still saying no!" Illidan was a little unreasonable. He began to speak according to his own thoughts, "I understand now, you have already made your choice. It is a pity that I did not see why you chose him! "Why?" Illidan roared in fury.

"I …" Tyrande started to explain something, but then closed her mouth again. She felt that she had begun to judge Illidan's words, and that he was right. Tyrande recalled that Malfurion was far more powerful than Illidan.

Illidan was even angrier now at Tyrande's acquiescence. He turned and walked away, no longer thinking of saving her, only hating that his brother Malfurion had taken his sweetheart. He hated that his sweetheart had not chosen him.

However, the demons did not notice Illidan's feelings. They stopped him, as the night elf had the aura of a demon. This meant that he must have killed demons before! Illidan stared coldly at the demons blocking his way, and then used the blade he had obtained from the Ascension Spell to chop them into countless pieces. Only by killing all these irritating people in front of him would he be able to vent the anger in his heart.

Illidan killed his way out of the city for no reason. He did not know where he was going, nor did he know the meaning of his life. His lover's betrayal had made him lose his mind, and there was nothing to calm him down.

While Illidan was fighting with the demons chasing after Isaleen, a figure appeared at the side. It was also an elf, but not a night elf, a fairy without the skin of the night elf Violet, his skin was white, his ears were even longer, he was wearing leather armour, which flickered with magic radiance, and in his hands was a pair of weapons, a pair of crescent-shaped weapons, comparable to the blade of Eisenus in Illidan's hands!

Who is this guy? The two sides did not know where he had come from, nor did they notice that an unexpected guest had appeared at his position.

"Hehe, there are actually Elves who work in the same profession as me?" A somewhat hoarse voice rang out, and the Elf opened his mouth, but the weapon in his hand also began attacking. Two crescent weapons, one with a red flame and the other with a purple arcane bomb, actually released a great amount of power after striking the demon. A single flame or arcane bomb could take away a demon's life.

"Who are you?" Illidan was similarly stunned by the opponent's attack. They were of the same class, but the opponent was clearly much stronger than him!

"I am Caesar Siferrice Augustus, and like you, I am an elf!"