Illidan staggered back to sit on the throne. He is the backbone of the Black Temple. As long as he still sits on the throne, the generals can fight bravely.
"The terrible draenei curse."
Illidan sighed secretly, feeling an inexplicable sense of fatigue, and his opponent's conspiracy finally came to light.
The curse of the draenei is just a seed, and the orcs who have died more than a million are the main body of the conspiracy.
Their wraiths targeted Illidan through the Draenei Curse.
Thanks to the low success rate of the opponent's spellcasting, a thousand orcs died before one wraith could succeed.
Unfortunately, too many orcs died. Even Illidan found it too much to bear with thousands of resentful spirits in his body.
Illidan clearly realized that he could not get rid of the resentful spirit in his body in a short time.
Only through a long period of rest, these resentful spirits will naturally leave the body, but it is a pity that Illidan does not have this time.
After careful thinking, Illidan thought of a way and had to meet someone.
On the throne, Illidan closed his eyes and rested. No one knew that this was just a shadow.
In Shadowmoon Village, Thrall looked happily at the orcs who kept dying, and laughed heartily:
"The orcs are willing to die for me, Illidan, why are you fighting with me?"
Eitrigg flattered him: "Congratulations to the great savior, for capturing the Dark Temple. You are the Lord of Outland."
"Haha, from now on, the Outland will be the world of our orcs." Thrall smiled broadly, but his heart was a little gloomy.
The Burning Legion and the Holy Light Legion reached an agreement, and the party with the highest military merit will serve as the Lord of Outland.
Sal has invested the most and bears the brunt of the credit.
But Thrall knew that Velen's son Lakish had long been the default lord of Outland.
"Lakish, if you want to snatch the Lord of Outland from me, there is no way. Both of you, father and son, are useless."
Sal had already planned it, and behind him, a slender figure was hiding in the darkness.
Eitrigg kept trying to figure out what Thrall was thinking, and whispered:
"Great savior, such a major battle should be led by a famous general."
Sal rolled his eyes, understood, and smiled:
"Yes? King Saurfang is the warrior of my tribe. He made a lot of money in Ahn'Qiraj back then. It's time to show real courage. Pass my order? Order King Saurfang to lead the team? Attack
Dark Temple."
Shadowmoon Valley, Sha'tar Altar? Velen and his son are watching the battle.
Lakish clenched his fists unwillingly and muttered: "Father, everyone said that the murderer who attacked me that day was Sal's brother Gudan, and I actually lost to an orc."
Viren comforted him: "My child, don't be discouraged? That Gu'dan is a tribal leader specially trained by the Burning Legion. It's just that the plan failed, which allowed Thrall to ascend to this position."
Lakish was unconvinced and said: "But I am a rare genius among the Eredar people? Is my talent not as good as that of an orc?"
Velen patiently explained: "Gudan is the son of Durotan on the surface. In fact, when he was in his mother's womb, Kil'jaeden secretly changed his bloodline and implanted the excellent bloodline of our Draenei people. He was said to be Kil'jaeden.
Son of Gardan? It’s not an exaggeration.”
Lakish felt a little more balanced, looked at the orcs that were attacking the dark temple like a tide, and asked in confusion:
"The bravery of the orcs is even greater than that of the Burning Legion. How did they do it?"
On the side, Adal's avatar explained: "The Legion of Holy Light participated in the training of orcs, cultivating the worship of Thrall from an early age. Anyone who had doubts about Thrall was isolated, beaten, and eliminated. Look at these orcs,
The use of bloody rage proves that they are essentially afraid of death, but they are more afraid of Thrall than death."
The demons of the Burning Legion were amazed by the brainwashing ability of the Holy Light Legion, and Rakish was convinced.
Adal asked: "Lakish, you didn't promise to provide millions of weapons to the orcs, why don't you see the orcs getting armed?"
"This is all Thrall's fault." Rakish bit his lip and said: "The first batch of arms has been sent to Orgrimmar, which can arm 100,000 orcs, but Thrall hid the arms and became his personal property.
, claiming that cannon fodder does not need to be armed.”
Adal thought for a while: "Sal is right, cannon fodder does not need to be armed, as long as he is willing to die."
In the watcher's cell, Maiev listened to the sound of gunfire outside.
With the massive consumption of ammunition and fel energy, the Black Temple's artillery fire was reduced a lot.
Maiev estimated that the strength of the intruder could cause heavy losses to the Black Temple, so the enemy must be very powerful.
"Is it the main force of the Burning Legion? Or the large force of the Holy Light Legion?"
As a prisoner of the Black Temple, Maiev will not end well no matter whether the winner is the Burning Legion or the Legion of Light.
From the bottom of her heart, Maiev hopes that Illidan can guard the Black Temple. At least Maiev and her Warder sisters are doing well now.
With no worries about food and clothing, she ate and slept every day, and Maiev became a little fat.
When Illidan appeared in front of Maiev, Maiev was indeed not prepared. She remained silent for a long time before sarcastically saying:
"Why, as the leader of the Dark Temple, it seems a little inappropriate to come to see me, a prisoner, instead of encouraging the battle from the front."
Illidan stared into Maiev's eyes: "The Dark Temple is about to be defeated."
"This sentence comes from your mouth, why does it feel unreal?" Maiev would not give up any opportunity to laugh at Illidan.
"No one will always win." Illidan was a little disappointed: "You must have never imagined that the ones who are about to attack the Dark Temple are orcs."
"What, orcs?"
Maiev looked at Illidan in horror. Even the Burning Legion was better than the orcs, and there might still be hope of survival.
If the orcs break through the Black Temple, Maiev and her Warder sisters will only end up being eaten.
"How could you lose to the orcs? I'm so disappointed." Maiev looked at Illidan resentfully.
Illidan sighed: "Because Thrall has activated tens of millions of orcs, and there is also the Holy Light Legion and the Burning Legion behind the scenes. Fortunately, I have already laid out the plan. Akama will definitely let you out. I need you to do something."
thing."
"If the orcs attack the Black Temple, what can I do?" Maiev asked in disappointment.
Illidan shook his head: "Don't worry, everything Thrall has done will be in vain. Maiev, what you need to do is to kill me before Thrall breaks the Dark Temple, and then take my body away with your sisters.
Return to the Wardens' Vaults and complete your hunt."
"you!"
Maiev sensed Illidan's reluctance and the desperate situation that made him make this difficult choice.
"You will promise me, right?" Illidan begged.
Maiev nodded solemnly.
Illidan breathed a sigh of relief. As long as his body was preserved intact, there was hope of resurrection.
The evil cannons of the Dark Temple roared for five days and five nights, and more than five million orcs were killed.
Narukshiri lowered the holy fire many times and burned the remains of the orcs on the front line.
The Dark Temple's ammunition was finally exhausted, and its reserves of evil energy were bottomed out at the same time.
The orcs used sticks, stones, and even skulls and fangs to destroy the hard outer wall of the Dark Temple, leading directly to the sewer.
On the throne, Illidan opened his eyes and ordered:
"Order the high-ranking warlord Naintus to command the Naga troops to establish a defense line in the sewers. By the way, I left a retreat portal for him. Naintus followed Vashchi in his early years and was loyal. If he dies in battle, I will