After hearing this, Akama was shocked all over. Before he could answer, the green cocoon had already wrapped him up.
As night fell, Akama crawled out of the cocoon, and a large group of orcs surrounded them with torches.
Vander was gone, and the orc followed his footsteps to find Akama.
Itrig's face was gloomy: "Akama, my man is dead, and you are still alive, you know what this means, I want to make you live worse than death."
Akama collapsed directly on the ground, frightened to the point of being disgusted.
Temple of Darkness.
Illidan held Gul'dan's skull tightly and listened to Vander's report.
Vander tells in detail how Akama betrayed himself. In fact, Akama's small actions that were considered secret were actually under Vander's surveillance.
"There is no doubt that Akama has been colluded with the orcs. I can't understand that the orcs torture him so much that he has no hatred for the orcs."
Illidan trusted Vander very much and asked directly:
"Since there is sufficient evidence, why didn't he be killed?"
Vander calmly replied: "I didn't understand why Akama betrayed, so I left him to the orcs, hoping that the orcs could give us the answer."
Illidan nodded. Vander has always been safe in doing things. If Sar had a way to bewitch Akama, he also had a way to bewitch the rest of the Dark Temple.
It’s better to find out the way of Thrall from the betrayer Akama.
Illidan put down Guldan's skull and stood up: "I probably guessed the reason, Vander, do you still remember my instructions, how to introduce the demon hunter to your tribe."
Vander was slightly stunned and replied: "Using fel energy forcibly infusion, many people died on the spot, and only a few people turned into demon hunters through trials. They had the power of demons in their bodies and could go crazy at any time."
"However, what is the truth?" asked Illidan.
Vander said with gratitude: "Feign power is very safe. Apart from bringing us strength, there are no side effects, and no one dies because of it."
Yilidan smiled faintly: "Do you know why I asked you to lie to the outside world?"
Vander shook his head. If the truth about the Demon Hunter was announced, more elves would join the Dark Temple.
This is a win-win situation for the elves and the temple of the Dark.
Illidan said seriously: "Of all the races I know, the elves have the best affinity for fel, followed by the Erida people. In contrast, orcs will fall into madness when they accept fel.
People accept evil and embark on the road to conquest, but the Draenei led by the Prophet Veron became the tragic interstellar wanderers. Why is this happening?"
Vander whispered, "Holy Light."
Illidan nodded:
"The Holy Light confronts the void, and the evil energy is the new third camp. This is a situation that the Holy Light does not want to see. The only one who can deceive Akama is his faith, the Holy Light."
Vander took a deep breath: "So the Legion of the Holy Light is our enemy."
Yilidan said helplessly: "The elves have excellent talents, which are enough to be proud of the entire universe, but they are bound to their hands and feet. If too many elves accept evil energy, it will definitely cause interference from the Holy Light Legion. There is only one way out for us.
, go to a world that cannot be affected by the holy light.”
"Broken Abyss, Marton." Vander said the answer.
Orgrimmar, Saar was eating delicious fat beef hotpot and watching an interesting experiment.
Royal Pharmacists from Undercity demonstrated superb soul skills.
Akama was hung in the air and suffered countless tortures. His consciousness was on the verge of collapse. The great pharmacist Faranil poured dark potions for him.
"Dear Chief." Faranil introduced his dark invention: "This potion can strip the soul of Akkama and make him a marionette, and he will become one of your dogs."
Thal grinned, "I haven't encountered interesting toys for a long time since Grom Hellscream died."
Akama, who was hanging in the air, let out a terrifying howl, and his body kept shaking like a snake that was stripped of skin.
His jitter frequency was getting faster and faster, and not long after, a layer of shadow floated on his body.
The palm of the great pharmacist Faranil shot out a black line, stuck tightly to the shadow, and pulled it hard.
More pharmacists joined in and pulled the black line hard together to tear Akama's soul apart.
With a sharp scream, a vague shadow broke away from Akama.
"Successful." Falanier expressed his joy: "I am worthy of being a Draenei. I have tried hundreds of races in Azeroth, but none of them have succeeded."
Akama opened his eyes hard and looked at the motionless shadow below, which was his soul, part of him.
Missing part of the soul, Akama felt empty, as if only a body was left.
"It's very interesting." Saar clapped his hands and praised, his appetite widened and bit off the neck of the tauren beside him.
"How to control this soul?" Thrall asked with interest.
Faranil said respectfully: "This part of the soul does not have the memory of Akama, just like a newborn baby, I will imprint your name on it."
"If you don't act quickly, I can't wait to find this new toy." Saar said excitedly.
A green vortex appeared behind Saar's head, and a strong arm was stretched out. The palm of his palm fan grabbed Saar's back of his head and pressed his head hard in the hot pot.
Everyone around was stunned. Seeing this, Yitrig hurriedly hid under the table.
A strong figure walked through the portal effortlessly, his body as strong as an ogre with a big tail behind him.
The green evil power, the smell of sulfur and blood, there is no doubt that this is a general of a certain Burning Legion.
Thrall kept struggling, and not long after, his limbs gradually became weak and weak, and spread on the table.
The general of the Burning Legion grabbed Thrall's head and chewed it, and then reached out to grab the orcs in the tent.
The orcs seemed to be frightened and dared not move, letting him eat it.
After eating hundreds of orcs, the generals of the Legion burped in satisfaction.
"Don't worry, your chief will not die. To introduce myself, I am Manolos, who once served as the adjutant of Archmond. Thanks to Lord Kilgadan, I am ordered to enter Azeroth and help you fight against Erie
Dan.”
Itrig smiled carefully and said, "I have met Lord Manolos."
This was the first time he had seen the demon lord who had turned into a human form. Manolos patted Thrall's head vigorously.
Thrall, who had lost his face, came to life and hurriedly knelt on the ground despite the severe pain on his face.
Manolos pointed to the Shadow of Akkama: "This guy is of some use, Sar, don't mind giving him to me."
"This is my honor." Thrall wanted to squeeze out a smile, but unfortunately failed.
Manolos said with a complacent expression: "Kirgardan personally weaved a net for Illidan. Now it's time to close the net. You must not underestimate the enemy. Illidan is not that easy to deal with."
While speaking, Manolos' eyebrows were gloomy, remembering the experience of being rubbed on the ground by Illidan.
"As the Lord's orders," Saar said complimentingly.
Manolos said coldly: "Illidan is strong and has no choice but to do so, but unfortunately his biggest weakness is pride."