Chapter 962 The curtain call of the King of Outland (6 more)
So damn good!
Just at the critical moment when Illidan exhausted all his strength and dug his two demon hooves into the floor tiles, plowing the ground to stabilize his body, the "click" sound like a death knell sounded in his ears again.
"When...when?" Illidan's pupils suddenly shrank to the extreme.
That's right, he stepped into a trap again.
It wasn't just random placement. Maiev had clearly calculated the distance of Illidan's retreat, and even placed the trap in a place where it would not be affected by the aftermath of the Holy Light Cannon.
That kind of wonderful trap became the last straw that broke Illidan's back.
"Ah——" Illidan was suddenly hit again, and all the heroes here were stunned for a moment.
Isn't this clip placed too accurately?
Here, Maiev was extremely excited: "It's all thanks to the Lord!"
Hey, with Mawei’s ability... I’m not despising her, it’s just a matter of metaphysics for her to lay traps.
The most frustrating experience in the game was when a trap was placed at the gate and another at the edge of the platform. The miserable MT had to drag Illidan for more than two hundred yards.
In reality, McDonald never wanted to suffer any consequences and had already pointed out where to place the trap for Maiev.
Every time you put it, it’s accurate!
This time, I couldn't bear the egg for 10 seconds!
It should be said that with so many heroes and a lot of artifacts in hand, it would be a shame for the alliance if Illidan was given 10 more seconds to carry all this.
In the seemingly endless torrent of elements, Illidan was like a lonely boat that was swept into the vortex and reached the deep sea, completely torn apart.
The human stick, no, the elf stick was born.
The limbs of an egg were completely purified by the holy light - the legs only reached the knees, and the hands were only elbows without forearms. Looking at the bloody lower body, I didn't even know whether to call him an egg or half an egg.
As the demonic power in Illidan's body rapidly dissipated, his body shrunk back to its original shape, and even the sky above the dark temple, which had always been shrouded in dark clouds of evil energy, rarely revealed the glow of the stars and the moon.
Apparently, Illidan is dying.
After realizing this, the heroes surrounding Illidan slowly stepped back and made way for a passage.
McDonald took Maiev and appeared at the other end of the passage.
The elf stick boy tried his best to turn his neck so that his eyes of ghost fire could 'see' McDonald.
"Huhu! Haha! Hahaha!" Illidan laughed wildly: "I didn't expect that the person who ended me in the end would be you - McDonald, or the mysterious human warrior A?"
Unexpectedly, McDonough made things official: "At the request of the night elf high priest Tyrande Whisperwind, and at the request of the draenei, the Broken, and all the people you oppressed and harmed in Outland, I, McDonough,
Ken Stratholme hereby leads the League of Heroes to end your life."
Illidan glanced at Akama's corpse with disdain, and then at the two Draenei heroes, and sneered disdainfully: "Angry? Hatred? You incompetents can only rely on the truly powerful.
Under the wings of the winner, the bullshit history belonging to the winner will be written.”
At this time, Maiev finally couldn't help it and took a step forward: "Their anger is nothing compared to me! Illidan! But fortunately, my long-term hunting is finally over. Today, justice will be obtained
Stretch!”
"Ahem!" Illidan spat out a mouthful of blood from the boss and responded sarcastically: "Maev, you don't understand anything."
"You..." Maiev was so angry that she almost went crazy and hit Illidan in the face with a wheel, killing him. At the last moment, she held back and smiled suddenly: "I don't understand? Maybe! Anyway, what I did
Everything is not only to defend justice, but also to defend the glory of our Lord Macdonald Stratholme."
After saying that, Maiev bowed and pushed half a step away, leaving the stage and leaving everything to McDonald.
McDonald strode forward and looked down at Illidan who could only lie on the ground: "Do you have any last words?"
As he lay dying, what Illidan suddenly remembered was the beautiful figure that touched his heart every time he was angry or smiling. He couldn't help but think of Tyrande, and he couldn't help but think that the woman he loved was attracted to her.
This hateful human being before me.
Thousands of curses came to my throat and got stuck there. Finally, on that face that didn't look much like an elf, and on those eyes that should have no tear ducts, it seemed as if a drop of tear was about to fall.
He choked up: "Don't... make Tyrande sad."
McDonald shook his head slowly: "That doesn't depend on me. That's Elune's business."
"Oh, really? Then it's okay." Illidan's neck no longer supported his increasingly heavy head, and he lay down again, silently waiting for the moment of judgment to arrive.
Unexpectedly, McDonald slowly came up and whispered: "I probably know where Miss Calvin Case is."
One sentence made Illidan twitch all over, his eyes filled with fire, and he stared at McDonald.
His reaction caused the surrounding heroes such as Lao Wu and Er Fool to immediately raise their weapons.
"In case they come back, I won't embarrass them." McDonald did not continue to stimulate Illidan, but looked up at the stars: "There are always things in the world. Even if the starting point is good, if the process is wrong, everything will be wrong.
!Illidan, use your life to pay for the sins you committed in the outer realm!"
If McDonald has something to say, it's a pity that no one except the time traveler can understand it.
When McDonald turned around and strode away, he took just three steps when several artifacts crashed down.
With the fall of Illidan, the King of Outland, the Alliance's expedition came to a perfect end.
"Illidan* slays with wrath!"
"Long live the Alliance!"
"Oh oh oh -"
Fierce and boiling cheers came one after another, echoing throughout the dark temple. The soldiers worked hard to clean up the last remnants of the evil sect in the temple, as if they were on fire.
The expedition to foreign lands, which lasted for nearly a year, is over.
Out of vigilance, McDonald's didn't even clean the battlefield carefully, and immediately sent all the heroes back to the Watchfort in Azeroth through two teleportations.
It wasn't until he set foot on the land of Azeroth that McDonald heaved a sigh of relief.
Illidan blocked the Burning Legion's portal into the Outer Realm, but no one could guarantee that the moment Illidan died, there would be something like a failure of the soul lock.
McDonald didn't dare to take the gamble, so he simply came back first.
In the military meeting hall of Watchfort, the heroes' eyes lit up as they looked at the dazzling array of trophies.
The one that attracts the most attention is definitely Illidan’s [Double Blades of Azzinoth].
This is a rare pair of artifacts!
Killing people is like mowing grass, and they are unparalleled at every turn!
The power of the double-egg knife is so outrageous.
Not to mention thieves, as long as they can get their hands on them, they will look at them with envy.
But to whom?
Just a few moments away, McDonald wanted to say "I'm so embarrassed about this thing", but the words came to his lips instead: "This thing speaks according to [contribution points]."
