Chapter 1789: Battle of the Dark Temple IV Thank you for your monthly pass
"Tell me, what are Lord Manolos's conditions?"
Overlord Saurfang is ready to be ripped off.
Dranosh lowered his voice and said: "Lord Manolos asked us to build a secret lair for him. Only the two of us know about it."
King Saurfang looked pale.
As the saying goes, the cunning rabbit has three holes.
As a cunning Lord of the Abyss, it is not unusual for him to have secret lairs on multiple planets in the universe.
However, the lair of an abyss lord requires a huge amount of resources.
I'm afraid that the wealth that King Saurfang has accumulated over the years is not enough.
King Saurfang gritted his teeth:
"As long as I am alive, it will be fine. If I lose my wealth, I can make it again. With the protection of Lord Manolos, I have nothing to worry about."
This is a happy event and must be celebrated.
Compared to Saar's extravagance, King Saurfang was much simpler and only slaughtered two tauren as a side dish.
After three rounds of drinking, Saurfang felt dizzy and said with admiration:
"This Thrall is definitely a talent. Although I am not convinced, I secretly admire him from the bottom of my heart. We orcs are never afraid of death. It is an honor to die on the battlefield. But seeing Thrall's actions is frightening."
In the battle to attack the Black Temple, in addition to the heavy losses of the cannon fodder troops in the Caverns of Time, Orgrimmar also suffered heavy casualties, with almost every household suffering from death.
After all, the orcs in the Caverns of Time are all new recruits, and they need the veterans of Orgrimmar to set an example.
Dranosh also sighed with emotion: "Yes, I have seen too many things along the way. Her husband died in the Dark Temple, and his wife jumped up for joy, saying she was proud of her husband. My son died in the Dark Temple, and his old father had no one to rely on.
He was about to die of cold and hunger, but he actually said thank you to Thrall. The couple died in the Dark Temple, and a group of children wandered on the streets and took the initiative to dance for Thrall."
King Saurfang nodded sadly:
"If you really die for the orcs, then that's it. It's a well-deserved and worthwhile death. I'm just worried that the orcs will die in an unknown way in this war, and they will soon be forgotten, and their deaths will be meaningless, just like the ashes blowing away.
No one knows if they are gone."
"Father, what do you think of this war?" Delanoche asked piously.
King Saurfang smiled sinisterly: "Thall thinks very highly of himself. This is his flaw. With Medivh covering him? No one in Azeroth is his opponent? But he actually dares to fight against the Legion of Light and the Burning Legion."
In arm wrestling, he is not a heavyweight opponent at all. I have a hunch? Thrall will definitely fall into a big trap."
Dranosh nodded, agreeing with his father's view, and said sadly: "Because of the warchief's mistake, thousands of orcs died innocently? The tragedy of the orcs is nothing more than this."
The Dark Temple and the main square are filled with blazing evil fires.
In the center of the green evil fire, stood the tall Hellfire Supremus, like an Optimus Pillar, overlooking the orcs.
This evil fire is extremely weird. As long as it is touched by a spark, it cannot be extinguished until the body is burned out.
Supremus shouted provocatively: "Come on, orcs, welcome your tragic fate."
Fel fire blocks the way forward for the orcs? The orcs are helpless.
From behind came the instructions from Thrall's chief, who ordered us to overcome all difficulties and continue to move forward.
A veteran gritted his teeth and said loudly to the surrounding soldiers:
"As far as I know, any element in this world has its limit. Although this nasty hellfire is powerful, it will always run out of evil energy. My compatriots, let me set an example first. For the sake of the savior Thrall, why not
Cherish this body and use our blood to extinguish the flames of hellfire."
The orc veteran slit the main artery in his neck, bleeding profusely, and shouted slogans as he rushed toward the fel fire.
"For Thrall, the great savior."
With the first example, more and more orcs poured out their own blood to extinguish the fel fire.
A few timid orcs, who were too timid to move forward, were immediately criticized by other orcs:
"You are a cowardly loser who is actually afraid of death. The great savior Thrall has saved Azeroth time and time again and dedicated his all. What have you done?"
Whether willingly or unwillingly, a large number of orcs fell in the main hall square.
As the blood of the orcs gushed out, and countless orcs came one after another, the fire of hell actually had a tendency to be weakened.
This gave the orcs hope, and more and more orcs joined the ranks of death.
Supremus was deeply shocked, even though he was just an emotionless hellfire, created as a war machine.
But at this moment, he felt incredible, as if something was wrong.
In the meeting hall of the Dark Temple, Duchess Malander reported to Illidan expressionlessly:
"Sir, Supremus can't stop it anymore. The orc extinguished the evil fire at a cost of half a million. As you requested, I took his hellfire core."
Illidan opened his eyes, and the resentful spirit was pressing on him like a mountain, as if he was unwilling to move:
"I understand. Order Gurtogg Bloodboil and Talon Bloodfiend to form a defense line to stop the orcs and cover the evacuation of the Soul Box. This artifact cannot be left to the orcs. Tell Mother Shahras to prepare the teleportation for retreat.
Sect, all the generals of the Dark Temple are my most loyal subordinates, and there is no room for failure."
Illidan had a plan long ago. His defeat was only temporary and he would come back one day.
The loyal generals of the Black Temple are his team and the guarantee for his re-emergence.
Duchess Marande hesitated to speak, but finally couldn't help but said: "Lord Illidan, why don't you order the demon hunters to withdraw from Marton. We have already detected that Thrall is in Shadowmoon Village, and Fander will lead the raid.
, kill Thrall, and the orc army will destroy itself without an attack."
Illidan smiled and said: "Thall is just a cover. He has the Holy Light and the Burning Legion behind him. Forget it, I have my own opinion on this matter."
The decisive battle was imminent, and the Illidari Council could not sit still in the conference room and rushed to the front line.
In the huge meeting hall, only Illidan was left sitting on the throne. There was no one else around him, and he showed a painful expression.
"The terrible curse of the evil spirit is really hard to endure!"
Illidan raised his hand with difficulty, and Tyrande's memory fell out of his arms. He hesitated, then bent down to pick it up.
There were footsteps outside the door. Illidan was not surprised, but raised his eyebrows subtly.
"How does it feel to be haunted by evil spirits? Lord Illidan?" A figure appeared at the door, and a putrid smell wafted in the air.
"Interesting, I didn't expect it to be you." Illidan laughed.
"You seem to be waiting for someone." The speaker walked into the meeting hall, revealing a rotten and evil face under the dark red hood.
Illidan chuckled: "I thought it was Gurtogg Bloodboil who came. That brainless orc was easily bewitched by Thrall. I didn't expect that someone as smart as you would believe in Thrall. Talon Bloodfiend, you are alive.
When I was a subordinate of Gul'dan, it's a pity that I didn't learn how cunning and cunning he was?"
Talon Gorefiend laughed loudly: "Illidan, you are so weak and you still dare to speak arrogant words. I will kill you. I will be the lord of Shadowmoon Valley. Lord Eitrigg personally promised me."
Before he finished speaking, Talon Gorefiend raised his triangular halberd and charged towards Illidan.