"Very well, you convinced me. I have to say that you look much more pleasing than that Harves." Manolos turned around and said, "But I hope you are a little more reliable than him. Archmond has already..."

At this moment, a group of Sartres pulled Brad and Tyrande, who were bound together, and walked in.

Everyone looked at Brad and his group in surprise. Manolos glanced at Brad and said, "Where is Harves?"

"Sir." A Sartre said in panic: "Master Harves was shot into a strange spell and turned into a big tree..."

"The waste is indeed a waste, and it is still uncausable after getting the power of the master." Manolos looked at Brad and said, "But it is not so stupid that he has barely completed the master's explanation."

At this time, Tyrande's eyes passed over Manolos and saw it behind her. She said in horror: "Illidan, why are you here?"

Seeing Illidan standing peacefully among the upper elf, she had already guessed that she was just incredible.

"Tyrande, I..." Illidan also had a complicated look.

"What, do you know this chick? If I want to kill her, you won't have any objection." Manolos looked at Illidan, his eyes full of scrutiny.

Dasmare everyone looked at Illidan with their eyes tightly.

Illidan shook his head and said, "I knew her before, but now I'm not familiar with her. But what I want to tell you is that it's best not to kill her easily."

"Give me a reason to let her go, it's better not to tell me that he is your little "qingren".

Illidan gritted her teeth and said, "She is Tyrande. Yufeng. Now she is the high priest of the Moon Temple. Keeping her is more useful than killing her."

"Very good, her life is left for the time being." Manolos said indifferently.

"Illidan. You disappoint me so much." Tyrand said with a pale face. She really couldn't accept that her partner who had grown up with her since childhood had betrayed his people, betrayed herself and his brother to become the lackeys of the Burning Legion and the enemy.

"Tyrande, when will I not let you down?" Illidan clenched his fists angrily and said loudly: "Whatever I did after a young age was wrong, and what my brother did was always right. In your opinion, I am just a useless waste."

"Illidan. Why do you think so?" Tyrande said in disbelief.

"It's not that I think so, it's that you think so." Illidan said excitedly: "You said I'm not as good as Malfurio. I'll endure it. No matter how much he says he is my brother. But what about him? You only know him for such a short time. But you trust him one by one more than trust me. Everything he says is just a reason. I'm just going to mess around when I lead the troops. I can't stand it. At worst, I won't be the leader of the moon guard. I've burned my eyes, why are all the demon hunters following him? It's a legion that I have spent a lot of effort to build, why are you always ghosts?"

The palace echoed the angry roar of Illidan, and no one understood that Illidan would be so resentful to Brad.

"Our dispute started from you. But you said with your chest that I did to target you." Brad's last favoritism for Illidan also disappeared. His personality was too extreme and he really couldn't become his friend: "But you said so much and didn't say the key point. I don't think this is the root cause at all."

The muscles on Illidan's face trembled a few times. Although his eyes could not see anything, the angry flames still shot out through the strips that blocked their eyes.

"You're right. You shouldn't be provoking Tyrande. He can belong to me and my brother, but he must not belong to you." Illidan slowly walked over and pointed at Brad with a slender sword in his hand and said, "You can't get what I can't get."

"Illidan, how could you be like this?" Tyrande took a deep breath and said, "I have told you very seriously that I really treat you as my brother, and no matter what reason you have, it is not the reason you surrender to the demon."

Illidan ignored Tyrande, who was full of grief, and said to Brad mockingly: "Aren't you very powerful? Don't you seem to be in control of everything? Why are you now a prisoner? Look, you are still like this dead face. I've wanted to destroy him long ago."

"Illidan, are you just relying on your mouth to make a living?" Brad said with a smile: "Oh, I read it wrong. You are also a legendary strongman, but what can this mean? It proves that you are better than me? But you must know that there are not only one or two legends that die in my hands, and I don't think legend is a strongman."

"I can't prove anything, but I can kill you, that's enough." Illidan was already furious.

"Hahahaha." Brad laughed loudly, and he looked at Illidan mockingly and said, "Kill me? OK, I can't move now. I'll let you kill, but you'll kill."

"Illidan, don't." Tyrande's eyes were full of prayers.

"Then you go and die." Seeing Tyrande's expression, Illidan was even more angry. He raised his battle blade and slashed at Brad's neck.

Brad didn't even move, just looked at Illidan mockingly. Dasmare's hand was flashing with the light of arcane, but eventually dissipated in dejection.

"bite……"

Just as the battle blade was about to touch Brad's neck, Manolos took action to shake Illidan away. He said, "No one except the master can decide his life and death. I solemnly emphasize that you cannot move the master until he makes a decision."

"Illidan, what can you do if you are a legendary strong man? You are just a dog from Sargeras here, and you can only obey and dare not resist." After Brad said that, he ignored Illidan, but turned to look at a void vortex in the distance and said, "Sargeras, your subordinates are really not very good. The portal is not as good as the one I destroyed. I think you should consider re-training a few subordinates."

"Silly mortals, only you dare to talk to me like this. If you hadn't angered me many times and destroyed my plan, I would have really wanted to make you a demigod powerhouse." A voice full of arrogant, crazy and domineering aura echoed in the hall: "You are right, these wastes can't meet my requirements at all. But what can you do? Who makes them obedient?"

"Master, I am incompetent, please punish me." Archmond also appeared in the hall and said in fear and fear.

Brad frowned slightly when he saw this situation. Archmond was so powerful, but he was so frightened when facing Sargeras. How powerful is Sargeras to make a top demigod so.

"Let me see how you failed," said Sargeras.

"Follow the will of the master." Archmond waved his hand, and two pictures appeared in the air in the hall, one showing the scene of everyone fighting Archmond, and the other was the picture of the dragon clan.

Everyone held their breath and looked at the picture, especially the upper elves, with shock in their eyes. When they saw Bradecan face such a powerful death wing, most of them exclaimed.

The entire hall was silent, the picture disappeared, and some people unconsciously looked at Archmond, who also had green plants on them.

"Find a way to get that disc, which will allow me to come to this world faster." In the end, Sargeras broke the silence.

"Affect your will, great master." Manolos and Archmond quickly expressed their attitude.

"Mortal, it seems that I underestimate you. I was shocked, really shocked." Sargeras's tone finally fluctuated: "I thought you were ignorant to me, but you had the courage to fight Archmond and the dragon, which means you were not. So, I asked you last and surrender to me, and I helped you become a demigod who is stronger than Archmond. It is not without hope to become a true god with your qualifications. And I promise that as long as you surrender to me, I will make you the supreme commander of the Burning Legion."

As soon as Sargeras said this, the entire hall was in an uproar. Everyone looked at Brad in unison. How great is this temptation. Becoming a powerful demigod is a truly immortal existence. And how glorious is it to command the Burning Legion. Because until now, the Burning Legion is still standing together with three feet.

But now Sargeras promised that this mortal was above Archmond and Manolos, and Archmond was staring at Brad nervously, and they didn't want another commander to come up with their heads.

Brad was also stunned. He didn't expect Sargeras to value him. Brad just now gave up, and even if he prayed, he would be dead, so he became even more tough.

However, although Sargeras's conditions are good, they are not suitable for him at all. Judging from this, Brad felt that the Moon God's Arm Sargeras was mysterious and powerful, because he could know his origin from the first contact with the Moon God. But Sargeras obviously didn't know. Of course, maybe Sargeras was not good at these, which is what Brad didn't understand at this level.

Becoming a powerful demigod and leading the Burning Legion can certainly save your life temporarily. But only Brad knows that taking a path will not work at all. Because the foundation of his existence is that the future must exist, in other words, the Burning Legion must fail. If you are responsible, the future will change greatly, and the long river of time leading to the future will inevitably collapse. If you lose the foundation of your existence, you will of course dissipate. This is the law of the world and you will not be able to change it by becoming a Demigod.

Of course, the true God may be able to do it, but even if you become the true God, your own territory, your wife and children are gone, what is the meaning of your own life?
Chapter completed!