Eitrigg was well prepared, and he lowered his eyebrows and said:
"Lord Savior, I only need one blood elf knight, and I can make Talon Bloodfiend unable to survive or die."
Talon Gorefiend's rotting body, the Holy Light is the most terrifying poison to him.
Sal laughed: "Okay, I can rest assured that you can do the work."
Not long after, Talon Bloodfiend's inhuman screams echoed throughout Shadowmoon Village, crying like a child.
The orcs talked a lot, and most of them showed ridicule.
"The scream is really unpleasant. When I killed the pig, the pig screamed like this."
"They say Talon Bloodfiend is not afraid of death, but he turns out to be a coward. It's so disappointing."
"Only Thrall, the great savior, is a true warrior. Talon Bloodfiend is simply a disgrace to the orcs."
"Yes, Talon Bloodfiend is not worthy of being an orc at all. He is as cowardly as those crying Draenei."
Three days later, all that was left of Talon Bloodfiend was his pitch-black skeleton, hanging on the flagpole, floating in the wind.
Thrall hired a skilled craftsman to infuse Talon Gorefiend's collapsed soul into Doomhammer.
The flames continued to burn his soul, twisting it into a wraith that provided energy for Doomhammer.
In the Dark Temple, Lakish and many of his subordinates sat on the chains boredly.
Opposite, a mysterious human woman commanded the dense forest-like vines, refusing to relax for a second.
Rakish wanted to make a sneak attack, but he had no chance.
It has been some time since the tribal elites sent by Thrall entered the meeting hall, but there was no movement inside.
Rakish looked at the eredar warlock beside him. The warlock used life detection magic and whispered:
"There is only one living person in the meeting hall. Judging from the life energy, there is no doubt that it is Illidan."
Rakish was overjoyed after hearing this. Although Illidan was haunted by thousands of resentful spirits, it was not something that the so-called masters of the tribe could deal with.
The Dread Lord in the team whispered: "Why don't you let me talk to that human woman."
Rakesh nodded.
The Dread Lord stood beside the metal bridge transformed from the magic mecha, and said loudly: "If I guess correctly, you are Ms. Jaina?"
The human woman said calmly: "Yes or no, whatever you say."
The Dread Lord was stunned for a moment, wondering what this meant, and temporarily suppressed his doubts:
"Jaina, the warriors of the tribe have failed. Should we let us go? If Illidan doesn't die, he can't answer to anyone."
Jaina from the future said calmly:
"I know that whether Illidan dies or not, I will ask for reward from Thrall, not to mention that the qualification to challenge is not sold to Thrall alone."
"What do you mean?" The Dread Lord was stunned for a moment.
Jaina raised her hand again, another portal opened, and an alliance team walked out of it.
The leader was a middle-aged man with black stubble on his face. He had a strong build, a slender face, and a scar on his right cheek.
The man wore a set of glittering armor with two exquisite lion heads on his shoulders. He nodded towards Jaina with a proud look on his face.
The Dread Lord is very familiar with the customs of Azeroth, and Stormwind City uses lions as its symbol.
Lionheart Armor, only the royal family of Stormwind City is qualified to wear it.
It's a pity that the Wrynn family is so sparsely populated? Prince Anduin is just a young man, and the person in front of him is definitely not King Varian.
Seeing the confusion on the Dread Lord's face? Jaina said calmly:
"Introduction, this is the son of King Varian? The prince of Stormwind City."
"Impossible." The Dread Lord curled his lips: "King Varian was born ten years before the Dark Portal. This guy is obviously over forty years old, older than King Varian."
Jaina said calmly: "This prince is Varian's illegitimate son. When he was seven years old, he was sent to 10,000 years ago. He participated in the War of the Ancients? Defeated Sargeras and the Lord of the Void? Saved Ai.
Xerath has the support of many nobles in Stormwind City. If Illidan's head can be taken off, he can get rid of his illegitimate status and become the king of Stormwind City."
The Dread Lord shook his head and said to Lakish: "Humans are really terrible."
Rakish grinned: "You have a rich imagination, and you even deceived yourself in the end? It's hopeless."
Behind the lion-hearted armored prince were more than a dozen tall and mighty Vrykul, as well as several walking artillery devices studied by dwarves. They seemed to be very well prepared.
"Illidan, your end has come." The prince took the lead and entered the meeting hall. Everyone in the alliance filed in, and soon there was no sound.
After a while, the Eredar Warlock said unexpectedly:
"The Alliance lasted longer, not because it was stronger than the Horde. I think it was because Illidan was tired."
The Dread Lord smiled slyly: "Jaina, what reward did this human prince promise you?"
"Dark Town and Westfall." Jaina narrowed her eyes:
"It's a pity that he failed and couldn't fulfill his promise. Fortunately, I am very satisfied with the deposit. It is the heirloom of the Wrynn family and the legendary equipment Lion Heart Shield."
"Smart lady." The Dread Lord said seriously: "Both the Alliance and the Horde have failed. I think it's our turn to talk."
Jaina shook her head gently: "The time has not come yet, please wait a moment."
Another portal opened, and the Dreadlord was in bad shape. This time, a group of Mag'har orcs came out of the portal.
"A mere Mag'har orc dares to challenge Illidan. You are really overestimating your capabilities." The Dread Lord was trembling with anger.
"The Mag'har orcs have paid a sufficient price." Jaina smiled softly.
Compared with the luxurious equipment of the Alliance and the Horde, this group of Mag'har orcs are extremely poorly equipped. They are more or less naked and their weapons are wooden sticks and stones.
"For Outland, for the future of the Mag'har orcs, and for the great Lord Cogger."
The Mag'har orcs were full of enthusiasm, howling and rushing into the meeting hall, and soon became silent.
The eredar warlock shrugged: "Instant kill."
Just as the Dread Lord was about to speak, Jaina opened another portal.
"Adventurers of Azeroth." Jaina explained: "Elites selected by the largest guilds in Azeroth really want to win the honor of killing Illidan."
"They are seeking their own death." The Dread Lord was furious.
The Dread Lord was right, the adventurers of Azeroth only lasted longer than the Mag'har orcs.
"This is the last portal." Jaina said with regret in her tone: "The goblins in Gadgetzan bid too low, the gnolls in Redridge have no money, and the snowmen in Winterspring are unwilling to give up their treasured furs."
What came out of the portal was a large group of murlocs, rushing into the meeting hall with "aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah".
The Dread Lord breathed a sigh of relief: "Jaina, the fishmen all have the opportunity to challenge Illidan, how can you favor one over the other? Tell me what conditions you want."
Jaina was quiet for a while and then said in a slower tone: "The Alliance and the Horde, the Mag'har orcs, the adventurers and the Murlocs all dare not default on their debts, but the Burning Legion is different. I don't dare to enter the planet Argus to ask for my reward, so
You have to get a piece of collateral first, and then we can talk."
The Dread Lord discussed with Lakish, and Lakish shook his head:
"I don't have any legendary equipment on me, so what's the mortgage?"
The Dread Lord suggested: "Why not use someone as collateral?"