Illidan's move undoubtedly regarded the demon hunter as an abandoned son.
Probably aware that something was wrong, in order not to arouse everyone's suspicion, Illidan said impassionedly with a determined look on his face:
"I will personally take charge of the Dark Temple."
The Illidari Council was excited after hearing this. They did not know Illidan's true thoughts and were happy to have such a responsible leader.
"Get ready to fight, the orcs will attack the Black Temple soon."
Illidan sat back on the throne and closed his eyes to rest. Before fighting the orcs, he must find a way to get rid of the curse power in his body.
It's a pity that this curse is extremely difficult to control. It is the conspiracy of the Holy Light Legion for thousands of years. How can it be easily eliminated?
Duchess Marland pointed to the map of Azeroth and said: "Ogrimmar only has more than 200,000 orcs. Our Black Temple is well-equipped, with abundant reserves of evil energy and ammunition. The evil energy cannon has an extremely long range. I don't want to
I believe the orcs have the guts to attack the Black Temple."
Veles Deep Shadow smiled and said: "Don't forget how the orcs won the battle of Storm Fortress."
Gazios the Breaker reminded: "There is also Quel'Thalas, the Magister's Platform. No matter how miserable the defeat is, Thrall can always become a hero."
The four blood elves of the Illidari Council were chatting and laughing, with relaxed expressions, and were full of confidence in the war against the orcs.
Illidan raised his head and glanced at them, wanting to remind them of something.
But in the end, he endured it and continued to solve the difficult curse in his body.
Thrall, the chief of the tribe, was escorted by an elite force and entered Shadowmoon Village, the tribe's stronghold. From here, the tall and towering Dark Temple can be vaguely seen.
Before the battle, Sal had a delicious meal.
A total of fifty tauren were slaughtered, their hearts removed, and cooked into Thrall's favorite dish.
A staff member next to Sal couldn't bear it and whispered:
"Great savior, now that the war is imminent, the tauren are good at charging into battle and brave in battle. Why not save their lives and make meritorious deeds for the tribe."
Sal just smiled gloomily.
Eitrigg came up, chopped down the staff member with an axe, stepped on his head and reprimanded loudly:
"Bold, the great savior Thrall is everything to us, and you dare to point fingers at the savior. I think you are tired of living."
Sal pointed at the corpse on the ground: "Don't waste it, make it an extra dish."
Eitrigg hurriedly smiled flatteringly and said: "The savior is kind and kind. He is worthy of being a moral model of Azeroth. This is his honor."
After Thrall had had enough wine and food, he climbed onto the high platform and overlooked the entire Shadowmoon Valley.
"Let's start, Illidan takes over the Black Temple? He is seeking his own death."
In the Tanaris Desert, thousands of portals shine with light at the same time.
At the same time? Outland, Shadowmoon Valley? thousands of portals lit up.
"Lord Savior? Everything went well with the space connection." Eitrigg reported loudly.
Thrall chuckled: "The Blue Dragon Legion has been breeding orcs for ten thousand years, it's time to let them play their role."
Dark Temple? A piercing alarm sounded? A large number of spatial fluctuations were detected.
The Illidari Council hesitated for a moment and immediately rushed to their posts.
"The portal comes from the Great Desert of Tanaris. Azeroth does not have this technology, and neither does Medivh." High-level spiritualist Selevor reported loudly.
Duchess Malander's voice was clear: "There is no doubt that this is the space jump technology of the Burning Legion."
"Does the Burning Legion really want to break up with Lord Illidan?" Viles Deep Shadow frowned.
Thousands of portals opened at the same time? Spanning two worlds. In the vast history of the Burning Legion's expedition? Such a feat is rare.
Everyone in the Dark Temple watched the portal nervously, thinking that the people who came out were legionnaires.
Something strange happened.
"It's an orc, how is this possible? Has Thrall gone crazy?" Duchess Malander showed an incredible look.
Thousands of portals? A large number of green-skinned orcs poured out, gathering together like a flood, rushing towards the Dark Temple.
Looking carefully at the equipment of the orcs, there are no weapons or armor. Most of the orcs don't even have clothes, only a rag around their waists.
Holding a stick or stone in your hand is considered a weapon.
But the most terrifying thing was their high morale. They all bared their teeth, howled, and rushed towards the Dark Temple desperately.
"The orcs are seeking death."
Duchess Malander ordered loudly: "Prepare all the fel cannons and fire them when the orcs get close."
The tide of orcs had just seen the stairs of the Dark Temple, hundreds of evil cannons roared at the same time, and the sky was dyed dark green for an instant.
Each bombardment can take away the lives of hundreds of orcs. Many orcs are contaminated by the evil fire and can only wailing miserably until they are burned to ashes.
At the same time, Naga shooters appeared on the walls of the Dark Temple, accurately harvesting the lives of fish that slipped through the net.
Corpses littered the ground, blood flowed into rivers, and broken limbs flew everywhere.
Facing the terrifying cannon of evil energy, even those as brave as orcs will inevitably waver.
At this critical moment, cheers of encouragement sounded one after another:
"Compatriots, the great savior Thrall is looking at us. For Thrall, rush."
"Victory is in front of me, so why bother with my life? Thrall is my life."
"Burn our lives for Thrall."
Facing the impending death, a few orcs couldn't help but launched a bloody rampage.
Other orcs became infected and joined the bloody rampage.
Death has become as light as a feather, bravely facing the cannon fire of the Dark Temple.
"Going crazy, this world is so crazy."
Facing the infinitely powerful evil cannon, the orcs would rather die than surrender and march forward under the fire.
Duchess Marland's face was ashen, she had never seen such a crazy battle.
More orcs walked out of the portal and rushed towards the Dark Temple like an endless tide.
The orcs' attack lasted for a day and night. Near the Dark Temple, the flesh and blood of the orcs formed a thick swamp of blood.
The orcs behind had to swim to get close to the Black Temple.
Faced with this situation, Thrall could only order to stop the attack.
Narukshili took action, and endless holy light fell from the sky, evaporating the water in the plasma.
On the battlefield, the dried flesh and bones of the orcs were as tall as a man, and the smelly black-red area could not be seen to the edge at a glance.
The generals of the Black Temple were stunned. After a little repair, the orcs launched their attack again. The land of Shadowmoon Valley was filled with green-skinned orcs.
"Millions of orcs have died, and they have used their lives to consume our ammunition and evil energy reserves." Duchess Marande saw through Thrall's conspiracy.
Gazios the Breaker said helplessly: "But we have no way to deal with it, we can only endure it."
Just when everyone was helpless, Illidan slowly opened his eyes:
"It's not like there's nothing we can do. Have you forgotten about the plague of the undead?"
"Plague of the Undead?"
Duchess Marande's eyes lit up. The plague of the undead was spreading extremely fast. Every orc who died would increase the power of the Black Temple.
Illidan thought of Arthas in Northrend. His dignity prevented him from doing this. He waved his hand and said:
"I don't want the Outland to become a world of the undead. Forget it, after the ammunition and evil energy reserves are exhausted, the generals of the Dark Temple will prepare for battle."