Akama climbed the steps and felt unusually quiet. The twenty-five adventurers below were silent, like standing statues.
"Strictly disciplined and meticulous, there are not many such elites. The quality of adventurers in Azeroth is really high."
Akama suddenly realized something was wrong.
The armors of this group of adventurers were all clean, no one was injured, and even their clothes were not damaged at all.
"How did you defeat Illidan?" Akama asked suspiciously.
The blood elf warrior replied sternly: "There were many teams challenging Illidan before us. I saw the demons of the Burning Legion. To be honest, we haven't had time to fight Illidan yet."
It turned out to be the case, this was exactly the same news that Akama had received, and he no longer had any doubts in his mind.
There are mysterious runes carved on the stone door on the terrace of the Dark Temple, and the thoughtful Akama secretly figured out how to destroy the runes.
"Come, my compatriots, give your last strength to defeat Illidan."
The souls of a group of Draenei emerged from the skeleton package Akama was carrying, and walked towards the rune stone door like puppets under control.
The soul exploded, and the runes on the stone door flashed and rotated rapidly.
However, this was not enough, the power of the runes flowed, forming a green smiling face, seeming to laugh at Akama.
"Illidan increased the runic energy, which proved that he was too weak to face the mortals who came to challenge him."
Akama firmly believed in his judgment and let out a low roar:
"This is the only stone gate left between me and the Lord of Outland. I will never give up, but I can't win alone. Udalu, Aurum, what are you waiting for? Come and help me."
Udaru and Orum are both prophets of the Ashtongue Deathsworn and strong contenders for the leadership of the Ashtongue Deathsworn.
The souls of two draenei appeared next to Akama, their transparent souls wrapped in black chains.
"Akama, how long will you continue to enslave our souls?" Udalu asked angrily.
Orum's expression was calm: "Akama, in order to compete for the leader of the Ashtongue Deathsworn, you actually betrayed us to Illidan. This is too much."
Akama smiled slyly and said: "The winner is king. Your failure is doomed. Go ahead and be wiped out."
Udalu and Orum flew towards the runes on the stone door unwillingly. When they were about to self-destruct, Udalu whispered:
"I should have known better than to trust Akama."
Aurum sighed: "If you regret it, why did you follow Velen to escape from Argus? Have been wandering for twenty-five thousand years? To end up like this? This is all retribution."
The power of the self-destruction of the souls of the two prophets is extraordinary? The runes on the stone door shattered.
The stone door opened slowly? Akama took a step back? The elite Ashtongue Deathsworn firmly protected Akama in the center.
Twenty-five adventurers were the first to rush onto the terrace? The Ashtongue Deathsworn followed closely behind.
"Akama? It seems you have taken back your soul." Illidan stood up and looked at him condescendingly.
The mountain-like majesty suppressed him? Akama's legs instinctively weakened and he almost knelt down.
Akama was keenly aware that Illidan's aura was extremely weak, and a rich darkness entangled his body.
Listen carefully? In the darkness are the screams of countless orcs, what a terrible curse, consuming Illidan's vitality all the time.
"Lord Illidan, there is something wrong with your state." Akama made a final test.
Illidan smiled: "Akama? You are indeed cautious enough, right? The Wraith makes me miserable. I can kill all the orcs all over Shadowmoon Valley, but the backlash of the Wraith is enough to tear me apart.
body and soul, tell me, Akama, are you willing to seize this opportunity?"
"I want to hear the opinions of mortals." Akama remained calm.
The adventurers of Azeroth inspected weapons and armor, surrounding Illidan in the center.
Illidan's expression was very strange. He just stared at Akama and finally shook his head:
"Mortal strength is not enough to defeat me, not even with your deformed compatriots."
Sensing Illidan's determination, Akama instinctively took a step back.
Seeing that Illidan remained motionless, thinking that he was bluffing, Akama mustered up the courage with difficulty:
"We will end your rule, Illidan! From now on, I am the Lord of Outland and the King of the Black Temple."
Illidan tilted his head and looked at Akama: "Didn't you see the tide of orcs in Shadowmoon Valley? If I fell here, how would you resist the orcs' offensive?"
Akama's small eyes showed a treacherous look: "Thall is just a waste, and the ownership of the Outland is determined by the two legions of Holy Light and Burning."
"It turns out that you have reached an agreement with Adal a long time ago." Illidan grabbed the Warblade of Azzinoth and said, "It's a pity that you are not ready yet."
The two war blades flew out, spinning rapidly, flying towards the Ashtongue Deathsworn, bringing with them a bloody light.
More than twenty Greytongue Deathsworn were cut into two pieces at the waist, wailing in pain.
For a moment, Akama recalled harvesting wheat on a certain planet.
Akama's liver and gallbladder were split, and he hurriedly ran away. He didn't have time to see what happened behind him, and he rolled and fell down the steps.
From a distance, I heard Illidan say regretfully: "I am too weak. I thought I could kill these deformed guys at once."
The sound of weapons clashing came from the terrace, and Akama could even distinguish the harsh sound of Azzinoth's war blade breaking through armor and cutting into a human body.
At the same time, Illidan's muffled sound was also heard, as if he had been struck by magic.
"What should I do? Although Illidan is weak, I am still no match for him. He is too powerful."
Akama closed the stone door of the terrace tightly and sat down with his back against the stone door, regretting his betrayal.
"How about fleeing to Shattrath City and seeking asylum from Adal? No, I have lost my use value and Adal will not let me go.
"This group of mortals can delay it for a moment at most. If I wait for Illidan to lift the curse of the resentful spirit and regain his strength, it will be the day of my death."
Akama was so anxious that he was about to cry when a person suddenly appeared in his mind.
Maiev the Watcher.
Maiev imprisoned Illidan for ten thousand years, and she seemed to have a plan against Illidan.
"Yes, Maiev and her Watchers are my last hope. They will definitely defeat Illidan."
Akama regained his confidence and rushed towards the prison where the Watcher was held.
Passing by the Garden of Joy, Akama was surprised to find that Maiev came with a group of watchers.
"How did you escape? How did you get through the orcs' defenses?" Akama asked in confusion.
Maiev's eyes widened: "The legion of demons guarding the prison withdrew, and four mysterious people opened the door of the cell and opened the teleportation door directly to here."
Akama was secretly happy and said anxiously: "Come with me quickly, Illidan is about to escape."
Maiev led the watchmen on the road calmly and asked as they walked:
"Akama, defeated Illidan, who will be the Lord of the Dark Temple?"
Akama was stunned: "Maev, now is not the time to talk about this."
Maiev stopped and looked at Akama with a smile:
"Although it is my duty to hunt down Illidan, I will never sacrifice my life for others in vain."
When did the night elves become so cunning? Akama was so angry that he asked heartbrokenly: