Custom Made Demon King

Chapter 682: Reversal

Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

After Illidan and Mannoroth returned, they presented the Dragon Soul to Roy.

Roy played with this divine artifact. The Dragon Soul was about the size of a millstone, and it looked like a pendant on a necklace, but the huge gem in it was like a mirror, with abundant energy sealed in it.

Knowing the history of Azeroth, Roy knew very well that when this artifact fell into the hands of the Burning Legion, it meant that the explosion of the Well of Eternity would not be far away. At that time, even his power projection might be forcibly sucked back into the portal.

In that case, it’s time to prepare to take back what belongs to me…

With this thought in mind, Roy threw the Dragon Soul to Mannoroth and got him to strengthen the portal. Then he said to Illidan, “You did well. When Lord Sargeras comes, he will give you the reward you deserve.”

“It’s my honor…” Illidan had been thinking about his plan, so his answer was a little absent-minded. He was afraid that Roy would delay his plan by keeping him, so he said, “Lord Osiris, if there’s nothing else, please allow me to take my leave first.”

Roy didn’t say anything and just stared at Illidan for a while before suddenly saying, “You… are a smart person…”

Hearing this, Illidan felt his blood run cold. His brain, which was thinking about the plan, instantly trembled. He could tell that there was some deep meaning in Roy’s words, but he wasn’t sure if Roy really knew anything. So he could only say vaguely, “Thank you for your praise, Your Lordship…”

Just as Illidan was feeling uneasy, Roy waved his hand. “Go ahead and do what you have to do.”

After Illidan carefully withdrew, Roy rubbed his chin and smiled.

Being in the time flux, Roy naturally couldn’t do anything to change history. During this time journey, he was very clear about his position. He was focusing on completing the time jumps and increasing his strength steadily. So even though he knew that the Burning Legion’s invasion would fail, he didn’t intend to change anything. In fact, he knew very well that Sargeras couldn’t be allowed to enter Azeroth this time.

Why? The reason was very simple. The Dragon Soul created by Neltharion was actually made under the guidance of the Old Gods. The reason why the Old Gods wanted to use Neltharion was that they wanted to take advantage of the opportunity when Sargeras entered the world of Azeroth to escape from the cages of the titans.

Therefore, it would be terrible if Sargeras really succeeded because his entry to Azeroth could lead to the Old Gods getting out of control.

Although the Burning Legion was at war with the natives of Azeroth, neither Roy nor Sargeras wanted to see the Old Gods benefit. In terms of their attitude toward the Old Gods and the Void Lords, the Burning Legion, the Pantheon, and all the native creatures were the same… Unfortunately, many ignored this point and regarded the Burning Legion as a heinous evil force…

After leaving the palace, Illidan quickly found an opportunity to leave Zin-Azshari secretly. He ran all the way back to the city of Suramar day and night.

At this moment, the leader of the Kaldorei Resistance had changed because Lord Ravencrest had been assassinated by an assassin sent by Azshara. His replacement was his former deputy, Jarod Shadowsong. Malfurion and the others had reported their failure to steal the Dragon Soul to Jarod. Everyone was furious when they heard that it was actually Illidan’s appearance that caused this failure. Illidan’s act of personally handing the Dragon Soul to the demons aroused the hatred of all the night elves.

But apart from cursing angrily, they were at a loss and unable to do much. Without the Dragon Soul, all their plans had failed. This meant that Sargeras was about to descend, and the Burning Legion would attack Azeroth on a large scale. A devastating doomsday catastrophe was about to arrive.

Just as the group was frowning, Illidan appeared. The moment the Resistance saw him, they all pointed their weapons at him.

However, Illidan didn’t waver in the face of everyone’s angry reprimands. He found Malfurion and told him his intention of pretending to join the Burning Legion. Then he bluntly said that their attempt to steal the Dragon Soul was wrong before finally revealing his plan.

In Illidan’s opinion, stopping the Burning Legion from obtaining the Dragon Soul was a mistake. On the contrary, if they wanted to defeat the Burning Legion, they should instead let them obtain the Dragon Soul. Only when the demons used the power of this divine artifact would the Resistance have a chance to turn the tables.

Although many night elves were angry at Illidan’s betrayal and were unwilling to trust him, as Illidan’s elder brother, Malfurion knew his younger brother well. In the end, he was convinced by Illidan, so he came forward to vouch for him, hoping that Jarod would adopt Illidan’s plan.

Jarod was hesitant. There were too many night elves who hated Illidan, so he didn’t know if he should trust him. But Illidan was only here to tell Malfurion about his plan. As for whether the Resistance would accept it, it was not within his consideration. So before the Resistance could come to a conclusion, Illidan left alone.

Illidan had his own beliefs, and he would only do what he felt was right. Even though he was accused of being a traitor, even though all his compatriots didn’t believe him, he would still do it.

But before that, Illidan had one more thing to do—save Tyrande, his white moonlight…

Perhaps because the final moment was coming, Tyrande quietly escaped from Azshara’s palace with the help of Dath’Remar and some Highborne. But during their escape, although they avoided Azshara’s guards, the demons discovered them on the way. After a battle, Tyrande, Dath’Remar, and the others became separated. Moreover, when she was escaping alone, she was unfortunately caught by a doomguard.

This powerful doomguard captured her and brought her into the sky to rush back to Zin-Azshari. Tyrande knew that if she fell into the hands of the demons again, it would be difficult to escape. Unwilling to become a prisoner, she found an opportunity to injure the doomguard in the sky and fell from a high altitude.

Tyrande couldn’t fly. There was only one consequence for falling from such a high altitude—being smashed into pieces. But she couldn’t care less. As she fell, she closed her eyes, wanting to pray to Elune again.

But before she could complete her prayer, someone caught her. When she opened her eyes in a daze, she saw Illidan smiling gently…

Illidan’s love for Tyrande couldn’t be any greater. But unfortunately, his methods were lacking. Logically speaking, at such a wonderful moment of a hero saving a damsel in distress, if he handled it well, he could have completely stolen his brother’s lover. After saving Tyrande, he brought her to the edge of the Well of Eternity and couldn’t wait to tell her his plan.

Perhaps he wanted to prove himself to Tyrande, but he ignored her current feelings. After hearing Illidan’s plan to save Azeroth, which was full of gambling, her only touch of emotion instantly disappeared without a trace. She clearly expressed that his plan was too crazy. If he couldn’t reverse the energy resonance of the Dragon Soul, then he would fail at the last step and become the culprit who let Sargeras enter Azeroth!

Thus, Tyrande tried her best to persuade Illidan, but his plan had long become his obsession. The scenes he saw through the Eyes of Magic Dispelling made him understand how terrifying the Burning Legion was. But he couldn’t describe this horror to Tyrande or anyone else, so he could only bear it alone. Even when no one understood him, he still had to do it.

While the two of them were still arguing, Malfurion, Broxigar, and the others arrived and interrupted their argument. They chose to believe Illidan once, so they came to support him this time. Jarod would lead the Kaldorei Resistance to attack Zin-Azshari to attract the attention of the Burning Legion and buy time for their operation.

Under Illidan’s lead, everyone arrived at the portal at the Well of Eternity. Along the way, they encountered many of Azshara’s guards and Burning Legion demons. It could be said that every step of the way was a brush with death.

However, when they arrived, they found that the demons had indeed activated the Dragon Soul. But what made them despair was that when the energy in the Dragon Soul was resonating with the energy of the Well of Eternity, it actually formed an incomparably strong barrier that enveloped the entire Well!

Illidan and the others attacked this barrier with all their might, but they couldn’t break it at all. What was even more troublesome was that as they attacked, more and more demons discovered their existence and rushed over.

Seeing this, Tyrande could no longer bear it anymore. She rebuked Illidan for his impulsiveness and recklessness, and Illidan also regretted it deep down. The appearance of this barrier was not within his expectations, so he could only endure her rebukes while continuing to attack the barrier silently.

As for Malfurion, Broxigar, and the others, they fought the demons without saying a word.

More and more demons appeared, but they couldn’t kill them all. Gradually, they were surrounded. Even Rhonin and Krasus, who were standing behind, began to suffer injuries.

“Is this how it ends?” Illidan held the Twin Blades of Azzinoth, panting heavily. He raised his head, and in his blindfolded eyes, the mystic flames began to show signs of decline.

But at this moment, an angry dragon roar suddenly came from the distant sky!

An enormous figure appeared in the sky above the battlefield. It was Neltharion, the leader of the black dragonflight! At this moment, he looked vastly different from before. There were numerous cracks on his body and chest, and dazzling flames seeped out of them. Even his molten dragon heart was faintly exposed.

As soon as Neltharion appeared, his enormous body slammed into the barrier above the Well of Eternity. After being stopped by the barrier, he frantically used his sharp claws to try to tear it apart…