It would probably be incredibly stupid if my life was cut short at that moment. Especially after viewing the memories that I got, where Illidan of the future repeatedly survived where everyone else died and even managed to survive the fifth and final invasion of demons. The latter is because the disfigured and fading Azeroth managed to fight back, but at the same time lost most of what attracted the demons. The world simply became uninteresting to the conquerors and was left to die. It no longer had valuable artifacts and powerful sources of magic, there were no great entities. All that remains on it is the pitiful remnants of the previously numerous races and one of the last representatives of the elven people - Illidan the Betrayer. In the future, I was able to survive both my many enemies and a few associates. I was able to survive there where the rest died and to die now at the hands of a hysterical elf would be the highest shame! Why did I think of an elf? And whose other arrow c