Sal was shocked and panicked. He couldn't see anything on the surface, so he grinned and said:
"I have such a brother. Gu Dan is very strong, but extremely stubborn. He never knows what compromise is and is difficult to get along with."
Mannoroth guessed what Thrall was thinking.
Thrall was most worried about being replaced, so he portrayed Gudan as unruly.
The Burning Legion never lacks geniuses, what they need more is obedience and obedience.
"Gu Dan has been a strong man since he was born. Even if he is in the Burning Legion, he is still a genius who comes only once in ten thousand years."
Mannoroth spoke unhurriedly, Thrall's heart was already in his throat.
"It makes perfect sense that your brother took out his anger on you and beat Rakish violently, right?"
Sal's hanging heart finally calmed down, and he smiled and said:
"I am a great savior. Everything is for the fairness and justice of Azeroth. I will issue a wanted order to kill Gudan. I will reward him with a high-level warlord."
Mannoroth said seriously: "Well done. For the sake of Azeroth, family ties can be abandoned. You must set an example. I hope our actions can make Lakish feel better. The Burning Legion and the Holy Light Legion
The opportunity to carve up Azeroth is hard to come by, and we must cherish it."
Thrall went to handle the wanted order. The purpose was not to "capture" Gudan, but to try his best to mend the rift between the Holy Light and the Burning Legion.
After Thrall disappeared, Mannoroth opened the legion liaison device and contacted the Doomwalker in Shadowmoon Valley.
"Has Illidan left the Black Temple recently?" Mannoroth asked without hope.
Doomwalker made a sound of metal friction: "Dear Lord Mannoroth, I assure you that Illidan has not left the Black Temple for half a step."
"So it was not Illidan who attacked Lakish." Mannoros gritted his sharp teeth: "Although Lakish is the son of that good-for-nothing Velen, he is after all a high-ranking general of the legion.
I was bullied and I didn’t even know who my enemy was.”
Doom Walker asked curiously: "I heard that the murderer used extremely pure evil power. Could it be..."
Mannoroth's huge head shook slightly:
"It was not done by anyone from the legion. The evil energy of the legion contains a trace of Lord Sargeras' power, but the murderer who beat Rakish did not."
The Doom Walker was silent. He was just a magic mecha that had just been created? He didn't know the secrets of the Burning Legion.
Mannoroth said with hatred:
"This matter has a great impact on us? Cracks have arisen, just like a broken mirror. Will there be cracks when we put together a strong mind? It will be difficult for us to continue to cooperate with the Holy Light Legion."
Doomwalker said fiercely: "Why not take advantage earlier? Adal is just a good-for-nothing who is strong on the outside but weak on the inside."
Mannoroth sneered maliciously: "Has such a waste held a high position in the Legion of Light? Is it beneficial to us? The time has not come yet, let's capture the Dark Temple first? Doomwalker? Are you cooperating in Shadowmoon Valley? We are about to do it.
Carry out that plan."
Doom Walker said with interest: "There are hundreds of similar combat experiences recorded in my database? Guaranteed to be foolproof."
On the terrace at the top of the Black Temple, Illidan overlooked the land of Shadowmoon Valley as usual.
In his arms, Tyrande's memory brought a hint of warmth from time to time, making him even more troubled.
High Sorcerer Selevor reported to Illidan:
"According to the latest information, the wizards of Silvermoon City and the Sunreavers of Dalaran have built thousands of portals in the Tanaris Desert, with unknown purpose."
The muscles on Illidan's face trembled slightly: "Is what should come finally coming? Mannoroth wants to conquer the Dark Temple? This is the only way."
Selevor looked at Illidan in surprise. With his knowledge, he couldn't understand what Mannoroth wanted to do.
In the distant direction of Shattrath City, a bit of golden light rose up, gradually spread, and turned into a golden sun.
Illidan grinned, showing sharp teeth:
"Look? The Legion of Holy Light is about to take action. Years ago, I was traveling on a certain planet and saw an amazing scene. Countless ants stacked together to form a mountain several thousand meters high. I just wanted to let them
The Queen took a look at what was above the clouds."
"This is meaningless?" Seleval was puzzled.
"You're right, it doesn't make any sense."
Illidan smiled:
"Every life in the universe has its own unique life. No matter high or low, they are all unique. However, some people always want to live for others and are willing to dedicate everything they have for the purposes of others, just like
Those ants who were crushed by their companions. The strange thing is that people are accustomed to regard it as a virtue. In my opinion, it is just an excuse for the incompetence of a group of cowards. Death is easier than the courage required to resist power.
"
Seleval suddenly thought of a contradiction.
Lord Illidan has lived in Azeroth since his birth and was imprisoned for another ten thousand years.
When will there be a chance to travel to other planets?
The golden holy light rises from Shattrath City and refracts to Hellfire Peninsula.
Velen stood on the steps of the Dark Door, raising the scepter of Holy Light in his hand high, guiding the Holy Light to shine on the road to glory.
The holy light formed a pale golden mist, covering the entire Road of Glory. This road, paved with Draenei bones, changed under the holy light.
The draenei souls were nourished by the holy light and turned into holy souls. They stood densely on the road of glory, looking at each other and saying excitedly:
"Holy light, the time has come. It's time to recover the blood debt from the orcs."
"My wife and children, are you okay? Are you safe? I'm finally back. Orcs, your end has come."
"Burn my soul just for the blood feud in my heart. The tragedy of Shattrath City cannot be forgotten."
"Look, that's the prophet Velen. He woke us up and led us to attack the orcs, tooth for tooth, blood for blood."
The holy souls of the Path of Glory approach the Dark Portal, preparing to listen to the teachings of Prophet Velen.
Prophet Velen had a kind face, held high the scepter of Holy Light, and spoke impassionedly:
"My dear people, you have worked hard. The long sleep has finally ushered in the dawn. The Holy Light has not forgotten us. Your era has arrived. The despicable enemy has occupied the temple of Karabor, the holy land of the draenei, and burned it.
Your holy souls fight for the Holy Light and the freedom of the Draenei."
A few of the holy souls on the Path of Glory remain awake and aware of what is happening in the outside world.
One of the holy souls who looked like an archbishop said:
"Respected Prophet Velen, it was Illidan who occupied the Dark Temple. Illidan is the enemy of the orcs. Why should we help the orcs who killed our compatriots? Please ask the prophet to clear up any doubts?"
As soon as this statement came out, the Holy Soul of Draenei started talking a lot:
"It was the orcs who slaughtered us, who is Illidan?"
"What's the point of helping the orcs fight and repaying evil with kindness? It's better to let us continue to sleep."
"In order to take revenge, we are forced to stay in this world. If the enemy is not the orcs, what is the point of all this?"
Velen said displeasedly: "All this is the will of the Holy Light. How dare you doubt the Holy Light?"