Velen was so frightened that he was so frightened by the majesty of "Illidan" that he was speechless.
"Illidan" stood with his hands behind his back and said arrogantly: "As long as Velen is killed, the Legion of Light's plan will inevitably go bankrupt, and Azeroth will have no worries. Ogres and orcs are just small shrimps and cannot cause big troubles."
, for the sake of Azeroth, let me kill this thief on behalf of everyone."
After saying that, "Illidan" shot two rays of light from his eyes to fix Velen, his arms suddenly stretched out, and his sharp claws grabbed Velen's head.
Although he was called a little shrimp, Margok secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the crisis was finally over.
"Wait a minute."
The one who spoke to stop him was actually Durotan, who was clutching the golden ball tightly at this moment, relying on the soul of his ancestors to bring him courage.
Durotan was determined to use the soul of his ancestors to resurrect the kobold empire. Illidan was his biggest enemy. After recognizing this, he did not hesitate to stand on the opposite side.
Knowing that he had no ability to withstand "Illidan"'s attack, a big hand made of ancestor souls stretched out from the golden ball and grabbed the nearest Zhu Taran.
Zhu Taran's attention was all on "Illidan", but he didn't expect the attack to come from beside him. He was violently pushed in front of Illidan, facing the sharp claws wrapped in the dark aura.
"I'm going to die."
Zhu Talan forgot to resist and froze in fear.
"Illidan" knew that he could not hurt Taran Zhu, so his sharp claws bypassed Zhu Taran and continued to grab Velen's head.
However, this short delay allowed Velen to break free from the shackles, and the tyrannical power of the Holy Light overflowed throughout his body.
Unfortunately, "Illidan" was too powerful. His sharp claws penetrated layers of holy light, easily breaking through the defense like a knife cutting through tofu, and grabbed Velen's scalp.
Seeing that Velen was about to fall on the spot, Velen suddenly stretched out his right hand and blocked Illidan's attack.
Velen's right arm is twisted and deformed, with jagged muscles and covered with colorful scales, and the hand looks like a dragon's claw.
Anachronos immediately felt a powerful dragon aura, and his sluggish momentum was immediately lifted.
"I knew you were colluding with him."
"Illidan" smiled evilly, turned his wrist, grabbed Velen's arm, and then twisted it violently.
"ah!"
Velen let out a miserable scream, and the dragon's claws covered with thick scales were torn off.
"Illidan" threw the dragon's claw aside, and Thunder Bluff was shaken, as if an earthquake had occurred. The dragon's claw was unusually heavy.
At this moment, a majestic voice sounded in Anachronos' mind, carrying an unquestionable majesty that far surpassed that of his father Nozdormu.
"Idiot, what are you waiting for? Stop him quickly."
Anachronos obeyed instinctively and rushed behind "Illidan" without even thinking about it, regardless of his own safety.
"Illidan" had already grabbed Velen's head and could kill him with just a little force.
Hearing the sound of wind behind him, "Illidan" let go of his hand, turned around and looked at Anachronos with a smile, and asked:
"Are you really going to stop me?"
Facing Illidan, Anachronos only felt his scalp numb, but the voice in his heart could not refuse, and he plucked up the courage to say:
"There is insufficient evidence for the accusation against Viren. You can't just kill him. It's unfair."
"Illidan" said with a joking smile:
"Very good, I like to see your stupidity. Your people, your home, and your world will all be destroyed because of your decision today, and you will be unable to do anything. Your soul will always be tortured and regretful in the Kingdom of Shadows.
I have spent countless years in it, but unfortunately, ignorant mortals never know how to learn lessons."
The shocked Velen finally recovered, jumped up and shouted: "Illidan, you are the one who colluded with the Burning Legion. The proof is that you have been imprisoned for ten thousand years."
Durotan's mind changed quickly, and he quickly came up with a solution and said loudly:
"Everyone knows that I am the father of the great savior Thrall. Thrall has worked hard throughout his life and saved Azeroth countless times. Without Thrall, you would have died long ago. His words should be the most credible."
It is said that the orcs of Thrall's line have long since disappeared from Azeroth, and no one is willing to speak for Thrall.
However, in order to defeat "Illidan" with words, Anachronos could only say against his will: "Yes, Thrall is kind and kind. He is a well-deserved savior."
"Illidan" laughed: "You have done too many stupid things. Isn't Thrall's lesson to you enough? Your father was eaten by Thrall."
Anaclos looked dark and said: "That is a matter between the Bronze Dragon Legion and Thrall, and has nothing to do with you."
Durotan on the side continued: "Thall once visited Frostfire Ridge and talked to me about some past events, including the Dark Temple."
Everyone's attention was drawn to it. Everyone knew the relationship between Durotan and Thrall, and the two were probably close to each other.
Durotan stared at Illidan and said: "I want to expose your lies. Thrall told me personally that in the Black Temple, you are the one who colluded with the Burning Legion. Illidan. Stormrage, you established the Illidari, in name only to fight against
The legion is actually just to eradicate Archimonde's remnants and stabilize Kil'jaeden's rule."
"Is this true?" Anachronos asked in surprise.
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The elite direct descendants of Jiadan."
Anachronos touched his chin and said suddenly: "No wonder, after a short period of training, a group of elves were able to subvert the Burning Legion's lair. Is the Legion's defense just made of paper?"
"You know nothing about the potential of the elves. The elves are a race favored by the moon god Elune, and their potential is still higher than that of the eredar." Illidan looked at Velen mockingly: "It's a pity that you manage
The draenei below are not even as good as orcs, they are just a bunch of incompetent trash."
Durotan ignored Illidan and continued: "There are countless demons in the Dark Temple. Isn't the evidence obvious?"
"Illidan" asked with a smile: "With Kil'jaeden protecting me, why should I fake my death?"
"Because of Sargeras." Durotan roared angrily: "Sargeras discovered your conspiracy, and you can only hide in the Shadow Kingdom."
Anaclos deliberately looked embarrassed: "Now both sides are arguing, who should we believe?"
Chen Stormstout thought that he would inevitably compete with "Illidan" for the supremacy of Azeroth. He rolled his eyes and said:
"I have a tacit relationship with Thrall, and I understand Thrall's character. He is the leading hero, great hero, and greatest tribal leader in the history of Azeroth. I support Thrall."
Zhu Taran immediately seized the opportunity to taunt: "Your relationship is really close, you have been eaten by Thrall."
"Illidan" glanced at the chandelier above his head and said with a playful smile: "Durotan, you are not Thrall's father. Do you know what happened to Durotan in the Outlands?"
Anachronos answered on behalf of Durotan: "As we all know, the Durotans were assassinated by Gul'dan's Shadow Council."
"Illidan" shook his head: "You don't know something. The Durotans successfully deceived Gul'dan and lived in seclusion in Nagrand. Later, Thrall found them and ate them on the table."
Everyone was shocked after hearing this.
"Lies, this is a slander against the savior." Durotan protested loudly.
"Illidan" looked at him with a smile: "I know you, you are not Durotan, you are his brother, Fenris."