The Naga army left through the portal, and Maiev's watchers surrendered and were escorted to a new prison.
Illidan took Anachronos and others back to the Black Temple, leaving Fander and the Broken One to deal with the aftermath.
Akama stood in front of the altar, above the crater on the mountain, and the originally illusory portal became stable.
Countless runes rotated, forming a green whirlpool in the center of the portal.
Looking up at the huge portal, Akama began to understand that this was not just a trap targeting Maiev.
This portal is one of Illidan's goals. The evil energy and elemental power of Gul'dan's hand provide energy support for the portal.
He could clearly feel that the portal led to a distant world.
"The soul is not enough." Fandel said with a smile: "Naga's soul is only enough to stabilize the portal, and more souls are needed."
Akama asked tentatively: "Where does the portal lead to?"
Fandel smiled and said: "The future."
Akama knew that his status in Illidan's heart could not be compared with Fandral.
He only knows that this portal can absorb souls. Once there are enough souls, the portal will open and no one knows what monsters will rush out.
It may be the demons of the Burning Legion, or it may be some unknown powerful existence.
Illidan is inscrutable and has no tricks left, which makes him feel powerless.
Akama shook his head and could only smile bitterly.
An evil orc passed by Akama and bumped his shoulder hard.
Akama was furious and was about to explode when he noticed a piece of paper in his hand and suppressed his anger.
Avoiding Fander's sight, Akama secretly looked at the note and found a name written on it.
"Atani!"
He's not dead yet.
Akama's heart sank suddenly, and hope emerged at the same time. This might be an opportunity.
He knew how to get to Atani.
The Temple of Darkness, the Court of Pleasure.
The beautiful blood elves shuttled among the crowd, and the sexy human woman smiled charmingly.
Anachronos looked at the wine in the glass, turning a blind eye to the blood elves and humans, and his eyes lingered on a female orc.
The heads of state, Margok and Durotan, also stared at the few female orcs.
Even the prophet Velen paid attention to the female orc.
Illidan understood immediately and waved his hand. The blood elves and human women were removed and replaced with sexy female orcs.
Anachronos immediately beamed and raised his glass to Illidan frequently.
Everyone gets drunk without being drunk. Margok soon became dizzy from drinking, and his two heads shook together.
Durotan hadn't been so relaxed for a long time, hugging an orc woman and talking lovingly.
Velen was extremely drunk surrounded by many orc women.
After three drinks, Illidan said with a smile:
"You time travelers, you are quite satisfied with the reception of my Dark Temple. Why don't we talk about business."
Anachronos' tongue was so short that he opened it and said:
"Illidan, we really don't want to be your enemy, we just want to keep time on track."
"I can understand." Illidan said seriously: "I have a deep understanding of time and don't want to destroy time. According to your records, not long after, a group of adventurers broke into the Dark Temple, and then I was defeated."
To be honest, it’s hard for me to accept this ending.”
Anaclos shook his head with a smile: "These are just lies to deceive the world. Don't take them seriously. As for the truth, I'm afraid no one knows. We are also here to find the truth."
"No, I want to turn it into the truth." Illidan looked around the four of them: "This requires your cooperation."
Durotan raised his head from the embrace of the female orc: "Illidan, you are really a good person, but Thrall is very cunning, so I'm afraid it will not be easy to deal with."
Viren pushed away the enthusiastic female orc: "Yes, what if Thrall refuses to cooperate?"
Illidan said confidently: "Thall has received help from the Burning Legion. I can probably guess what methods they will use. Don't worry, I have already prepared."
"So how do we cooperate?" Anachronos asked.
Illidan played with the silver ring captured from Maiev: "Continue your mission and dig out Titan relics. I have my own arrangements."
Shattrath City, slums.
Akama confirmed that no one was following him and entered a simple wooden house.
In the luxuriously furnished room, Akama met Khadgar again.
Khadgar, disguised as a Draenei, smiled faintly:
"Akama, what did you get in exchange for betraying me? I think you should also know that Illidan has never trusted you, he is just using you."
Akama trembled: "Who are you?"
"Why do you ask such a question?" Khadgar asked in confusion.
"Do you know who I met?" Akama's face was twisted and his teeth were clenched: "On the Hand of Gul'dan volcano, four people stopped Maiev."
Khadgar nodded: "This is not an accident."
Akama said in horror: "One of the four people is an orc, one has the power to control time, I guess it is a bronze dragon transformed into a human form, and there is a two-headed ogre."
"Then what?"
"The fourth man's appearance is disguised." Akama said in fear: "But I can already recognize him. He is the prophet Velen, but he is different from Velen of the Exodar."
Khadgar showed an unexpected expression: "You observe very carefully."
Akama stared at Khadgar carefully: "You have the same aura, holy light, and another evil power, which is very similar to Illidan's aura."
Khadgar took out a green orc head: "You mean this!"
"Skull of Gul'dan, hell, where did you get it?" Akama jumped up in surprise.
"Not all orc heads are called Gul'dan's heads." Khadgar smiled and said: "Even the skull in Illidan's hand is not owned by Gul'dan. There is a bronze dragon among us, couldn't you guess it?
Where do we come from?”
"You are not from this era!" Akama said coldly, "You are from the future."
Khadgar clapped his hands and praised: "Smart, now you know what help you refused."
Akama's eyes softened and became gentle: "Listen to me, I didn't betray you on purpose, I was forced to do so."
"Do you think I will still believe you?" Khadgar said with a smile in his eyes, "I invited you here just to verify one thing."
"What?" A creepy feeling arose in Akama's heart.
"How strong is the repair ability of time? What will happen if I kill you?" Khadgar's voice was filled with murderous intent.
"You dare to kill me. This is Shattrath, the City of Holy Light. Naaru will not let you go." Akama jumped up in shock and slammed against the window.
The window became as hard as steel, and Akama felt severe pain all over his body. He hurriedly summoned the power of the elements, but unfortunately he couldn't feel anything.
"This is a closed space with nothing but the Holy Light." Khadgar smiled proudly: "I am a priest of the Holy Light Legion, and even Naru'adal has no right to interfere with my actions.
Akama, I want to see who will come to save you."
The power of holy light condensed on Khadgar's arm, and the golden arm slammed into Akama.
Akama hurriedly raised his hands to resist, only to hear a crisp sound of fracture, his arm was broken.
"Don't kill me." Akama hurriedly knelt down and begged for mercy.
Khadgar ignored him, and the power of the Holy Light struck him all over.