Standing in front of Illidan, Rakish felt like an ant.
Illidan was a sky-holding giant. Lakish looked up at the sky hard, but all he saw was blue sky and white clouds.
There is an old saying circulating in many worlds in the universe: The end of science is theology.
The so-called gods here are not invisible idols of faith, but real existences, similar to gods such as Titans and Lords of the Void.
Slightly worse, the Ancient God barely qualifies.
So someone asked, what is the end of theology?
Rakesh had seen many strange and strange things in his long life.
But it was all explained in the end. After all, the Burning Legion is one of the most advanced civilizations in the universe and has the most advanced technological team.
However, Lakish had a premonition about the strange things happening in front of him, and even the bosses of the legion could not explain them.
Illidan is the end of theology that Rakish has seen.
"I want to choose a dignified death for myself." Illidan's expression was very calm: "Rakish, are you willing to help me choose?"
Rakish nodded and bowed: "Lord Illidan, you are joking. Your ability is the first person I have ever seen in my life. Even Archimonde and Kil'jaeden are not as good as you."
Illidan's expression was indifferent: "Archimund, Kil'jaeden, they are just larger ants. Have you seen Sargeras?"
Rakish said flatteringly: "You have a low status and are not qualified to contact Lord Sargeras. In my opinion, you are on par with Sargeras."
Illidan's brows widened and he said with a slight smile: "What you said is right. I originally wanted to tear your soul apart and throw your body into the Dark Temple, making your father sad. Now I have changed my mind. You go back and give it to Ji
Ergadan has a message."
Lakish secretly breathed a sigh of relief. His father had taught him long ago that words are one of the most powerful weapons in the universe.
There is nothing wrong with temporarily losing your dignity and saying flattering words in front of a strong person.
"Lord Illidan, don't worry when I do the work." Lakish showed a smart look.
Illidan said seriously: "Tell Kil'jaeden that the secret is hidden in the Kingdom of Shadow."
Lakish didn't understand the meaning of this sentence. Of course, he didn't have the guts to ask, so he lowered his eyebrows and said:
"I remember it, little one."
Illidan looked at everyone in the meeting hall: "Okay, you help me choose. The lucky one among them will have the honor of killing me."
Rakish knelt on the ground sincerely: "Master Illidan, I feel a sense of intimacy when I see you. I am willing to serve you and will never leave you. I wonder why you chose to commit suicide?"
"You don't mean what you say, what you say doesn't mean what you say." Illidan looked stern, but he was in a good mood:
"Might as well tell you, I have to go to the Shadowlands? Everything is ready? All that's left is a decent farewell."
Lakish didn't dare to ask any more questions, so he stood up and looked at everyone in the meeting hall.
The elites sent by the tribe must be eliminated. They are all Thrall's people? Lakish does not want Thrall to become the Lord of Outland.
The alliance's illegitimate prince is also not under consideration? Rakish has known for a long time? The Wrynn family has no connection with Thrall, and the relationship is unclear.
Rakish despised the Mag'har orcs from the bottom of his heart.
This is a group of rabble without any opinion. If Thrall waves to them, they will immediately kneel before Thrall.
Murloc? Let’s forget it.
In the end, only the adventurers of Azeroth are left? The elite main force from various guilds.
Not under the control of the Alliance and Horde? No background? Mercy only.
For money and equipment, it's okay to let them kill Thrall.
"Lord Illidan? The adventurers of Azeroth have free will. I choose them."
Rakish lowered his head and secretly looked at Illidan's expression.
Illidan laughed: "Just what I want? Velen has a good son."
Illidan raised his hand casually, and dozens of murlocs gathered together and turned into green-skinned murlocs.
The Mag'har orcs fused together and became a young gronn.
The elites of the tribe came together and became a simple and honest tauren.
The alliance's illegitimate prince and many of his subordinates turned into a Shar-Pei.
"The fishman Mugamuga, Hidden Little Gronn, the tauren Gamor, and the Shar-pei Crichto, go ahead, you have your own destiny."
Several portals opened.
M'g'am'g'a, Hidden Little Gronn, Ga'mor, and Crichto saluted Illidan respectively and went their separate ways through the portal.
Lakish's eyes widened when he saw it. The ability to mix life at will was unprecedented.
Illidan stood up and said in a low voice: "Take your people and leave. I am tired."
Lakish thanked him repeatedly and led many of his subordinates out of the meeting hall.
The spectacular dark temple was nothing in his eyes.
There is only Lord Illidan who is extremely admirable.
Outside the door, Gianna was not surprised and said with a chuckle: "You know you are no match, right?"
Rakish turned his head and suddenly understood something. Jaina had the Heart of Zangar, but she had never thought of killing Illidan.
"Woman, you have long known the terror of Illidan, right?"
Jaina smiled: "You still don't know what kind of existence you are facing. To be honest, I am surprised that you can come out alive. It is a pity that you, the cronies, are here."
Rakish understood the meaning of his words. His subordinates had been controlled by Illidan and would definitely be suspected after returning to the Burning Legion.
Kil'jaeden, who was suspicious by nature, would never entrust these people with heavy responsibilities. The best outcome would be to be sent to various battlefields to serve as cannon fodder.
"It's not like I didn't gain anything. I witnessed the ultimate power with my own eyes. On the other hand, Thrall, he can't become the Lord of Outland."
Thinking that Thrall had paid tens of millions of orcs but got nothing, Lakish felt particularly happy.
Rakish led his subordinates back along the chain route.
The battle in the Hall of Shadows was in full swing. The corpses of the evil orcs and green-skinned orcs were mixed together and piled up like mountains. Both sides were furious.
After Rakish left, Illidan stood up from the throne and walked step by step to the terrace of the Black Temple, followed by twenty-five adventurers from Azeroth.
Illidan closed the heavy stone door, leaving the twenty-five adventurers outside, half-kneeling on the ground, holding Gul'dan's head tightly.
There is a small amount of evil energy stored in Gul'dan's skull, which became the energy that maintained his final life.
The war in the Black Temple was in full swing, and the Broken Ones led by Akama chose to avoid the battle.
The cunning Akama noticed something strange about Illidan, and first led the Broken Ones to liberate Akama's Shadow and restore his soul to integrity.
Immediately afterwards, Akama, who heard the news, came to the command hall where the Illidari Council was located, and saw twenty-five adventurers standing like wooden stakes.
"Who is here?" Akama asked sharply.
A blood elf warrior slowly turned around, and the silly smile on his face gradually turned serious:
"We are adventurers from Azeroth. We came to defeat Illidan. Illidan was seriously injured by us and fled to the highest point of the Black Temple. Who are you?"
Akama was shocked, thinking that Illidan had weakened to such an extent.
"I am Akama, the leader of the Ashtongue Deathsworn." Akama rolled his eyes: "I am willing to help you open this stone door for the sake of Azeroth."