Beside the railing of the corridor, a slender figure appeared and disappeared. She looked like a human woman.
"With your meager magic, do you still want to stop the Burning Legion?" Lakish's lips raised slightly.
Master Erida shook his head, indicating that he was no match for this woman. Lakish didn't care and nodded towards the back.
The small magic mecha stepped forward, and with a sound of metal friction, it transformed into a metal bridge, spanning the chains and railings.
"Mage, your magic has lost its effect." Lakish said proudly.
Several demon guards wearing heavy armor took the lead to step onto the bridge, their armors shining with seven colors of light.
The magic armor made by the Burning Legion has strong magic resistance.
The human woman's figure was erratic, as if she didn't exist in this world, and she lightly turned her right wrist.
The stone floors and walls cracked, and countless black tentacles stretched out, blocking the metal bridge.
The demon guard at the front raised the sword in his hand and slashed at the vines, bringing up a string of sparks. The vines were not damaged, but instead tightly entangled the demon guards.
Other demon guards came to rescue them, but they were all entangled in vines.
"I have no intention of harming you." The human woman said coldly: "The agreement between me and Thrall is to stop here, and there will be someone else who killed Illidan."
"What kind of weird magic is this?" Lakish asked in confusion.
The Dread Lord was in charge of the legion's intelligence work and replied in a low voice: "This is the Heart of Zangar, a Titan relic, which possesses terrifying natural power."
Seeing that he was about to complete the feat of killing Illidan, but was blocked here, Lakish was furious, turned his eyes and said:
"Human, why don't you join the Burning Legion and serve me. No matter what Thrall gives you, I will pay ten times."
"Heh, I'm afraid you can't afford the price." The human woman smiled and said, "Thall gave me the entire Zangarmarsh, and one million orcs as sacrifices."
Rakish was surprised. He couldn't pay this price, so he said helplessly: "Sal never talks about his word, aren't you afraid that he will regret it?"
"I have a way to make him keep his promise," the human woman said.
Lakish discussed with his subordinates for a long time, and with Zanga's intention, it was almost impossible to force a breakthrough.
"Human, you win. I want to see how Thrall kills Illidan."
The human woman raised her hand, and not far away, a portal opened.
A dazzling light lit up, it was the light of exquisite epic armor.
Lakish covered his eyes. Even the elite troops of the Burning Legion were not qualified to wear epic equipment.
The first to cross the portal were three tall orc warriors with rugged muscles, ferocious faces, and harsh roars.
Following the orc is a tauren druid, who transformed into a giant bear like a hill.
The team filed out, there were about thirty people, mainly orcs, tauren, undead, trolls, and blood elves, with one or two representatives each.
Most of them are wearing epic-level equipment, although they are all imitations. The combined price is enough to bankrupt any goblin trade king.
The human woman said calmly: "Are they the real elites of the tribe? Top masters secretly trained by Thrall. The worst one can defeat thirty King Saurfang alone."
"Who is Saurfang?" Lakish was very unconvinced: "If I just send one here, he can kill all of you."
"It's a pity that you can't make it." The human woman said seriously.
Lakish snorted, waved his hand, and the legion generals sat on the chains to rest, watching helplessly as the tribal elite entered the meeting hall.
In Shadowmoon Village, Talon Bloodfiend woke up from a coma? He opened his eyes vigilantly.
Surrounded by orcs? Pointing at Talon Bloodfiend and talking a lot? Is the head of "Illidan" on his right hand still there? Talon Bloodfiend breathed a sigh of relief.
Eitrigg left the orcs and came to Talon Bloodfiend. He smiled and said, "Thall, the great savior, invites you."
Talon Gorefiend felt dizzy and felt incredible. He only remembered falling from the corridor of the meeting hall. Why did he appear here?
The largest tent in Shadowmoon Village, Talon Bloodfiend handed over his weapons.
Thrall was eating a pandaren, and Eitrigg was serving him carefully, not even daring to breathe.
Talon Bloodfiend saw this and stood aside politely.
There are many rules in the Black Temple, but Illidan is easy-going, can joke around at will, and gets along well with his subordinates.
In Thrall's tent, Talon Bloodfiend felt a sense of oppression, as if he was in the deep sea with countless terrifying sea creatures hidden around him.
Thrall chewed his food carefully and ate for more than an hour. He didn't put down his knife and fork until the pandaren breathed his last.
"You are Talon Bloodfiend. I heard Eitrigg mentioned you." Thrall said slowly: "Very good, do you want to go down?"
Talon Bloodfiend was stunned for a long time, then raised the head in his hand to show off: "I killed Illidan."
Thrall nodded: "It's okay. I'll give you a tribal badge later."
"What did you say?" Talon Bloodfiend was furious and almost shouted: "I betrayed Illidan and risked my life to kill him, and you actually sent me away with a tribal badge?"
"You are so bold that you dare to be rude to the great savior Thrall. Do you want to destroy Azeroth?" Eitrigg scolded loudly.
Hearing Talon Bloodfiend's roar, Thrall's soldiers waiting outside the tent rushed in and surrounded Talon Bloodfiend.
Thrall yawned tiredly: "I can forgive you for being rude, just this once. It won't happen next time. Kill Illidan. What do you want?"
"You promised me, Lord of Shadowmoon Valley." Talon Bloodfiend was a little timid and his voice was much lower.
Thrall raised his eyebrows and said in a measured tone: "Dark Temple, thousands of orcs risk their lives to fight and selflessly dedicate their lives. What do they ask for? You are a veteran of the tribe, a member of the Shadow Council who follows Gul'dan.
, how come you are not as enlightened as an ordinary soldier? You let me down so much."
Talon Gorefiend felt as wronged as a child: "Thall, you didn't keep your promise."
Thrall said eloquently: "Hardship comes first, enjoyment comes later. We orcs still have a long way to go. If we impose the same conditions as you, how can the orcs rise? I ate half of this panda, and it's gone."
Given to you as a reward for killing Illidan."
Eitrigg said loudly: "Talon Gorefiend, why don't you kneel down and thank the great savior."
"No, no." Talon Blood Demon was trembling with anger: "I gave everything, but I got nothing. It's just a meal of leftovers. You all deserve to die."
Talon Gorefiend showed his fierce appearance, but found that he could not muster the strength, and the blade of Azzinoth had wounded him to the core.
The orc guards came around and greeted him. Talon Gorefiend was knocked to the ground, wailing and begging for mercy:
"Stop fighting. Spare your life. I surrender. I was wrong. Please spare me."
Thrall smiled and said to Eitrigg: "It is said that Talon Gorefiend has killed countless people and is a ruthless executioner. Life and death are just reincarnation for him. Eitrigg, I will hand him over to you. I want to know who he is."