The battle in the Dark Temple and Shadow Hall was finally over. The Green-skinned Orcs successfully broke through the evil orc's defense line at the cost of great casualties.
Fortunately, Illidan had prepared the portal long ago, and the generals of the Dark Temple were able to retreat safely.
The green-skinned orc thought he had won, and roared and occupied the Shadow Hall, ready to go further.
Shadow Moon Village, Saar's dinner is a plate of stir-fried heart-piercing meat, and fifty taurens paid the price of their lives for this dish.
Itrig trotted to Thal and said with great enthusiasm:
"Great Savior, we have broken through the evil orc defense line, and the defenders of the Dark Temple collapsed."
Saar tasted the delicious food and said carelessly:
"Itrig, I have taught you a long time ago that you should be calm no matter what you encounter, see what you look like and what kind of morality you are. Those who do big things must have good psychological qualities, even if Azeroth is destroyed
Don’t frown, eat and drink.”
Yitrig lowered his eyebrows and said with a pleasing look: "My Lord Savior taught me the lesson that the young man was not calm enough and too excited, which made the Savior laugh."
Saar drank a glass of wine and taught:
"It's like tasting good wine. Don't be affected by the strength of the wine, but savor the mellow fragrance. Over the years, I have cultivated myself and realized the importance of calmness. No matter what happens, my heart is like a mirror, calm and unstable.
Only by maintaining the best sanity.”
Itrig said humbly: "The Savior's spiritual cultivation is so beautiful that he is a little embarrassed and ashamed."
Thrall smiled faintly: "Jianna just sent the message, the elite of the tribe have entered the chamber of the Dark Temple. Rakish of the Burning Legion led his subordinates to retreat. This idiot dared to snatch the Lord of the Outlands with me. Of course,
, I didn't expect our elites to kill Illidan, but I have tens of millions of troops, and the Dark Temple is mine, who can compete with me?"
Itrig flattered him: "The Savior is completely up to date. Rakish is just a waste, and his father Viren is even more incompetent. How to fight the Savior."
Thrall looked at the sky in Shadow Moon Valley? His expression was as light as water: "I am the first thing I can do if I just wait to bring back Illidan's head. Although Lord Manolos is domineering, he must also have a clear reward and punishment. From then on, this foreign land belongs to the tribe.
I want to build a city in Nagland and replace Orgrimmar, and name it after me, is the place Durothal too barren? I have had enough of it."
Itrig bent down and said in a coquettish manner: "Sir Savior? Your contribution is shocking the past and present? No orc can compare with you. I suggest building your statue in the city center? It must be at least one thousand meters high, let Naglan
Can anyone see it? The descendants of orcs remember your greatness."
Thrall smiled and said, "Itrig? I really have yours, good advice? Orcs are going toward glory because of me."
While the two were chatting and laughing, a bright light appeared above the Dark Temple.
On the top of the Dark Temple? Mavi and the Watchmen took away Illidan's corpse and demon hunters, leaving only Akama.
Akama was calm? He took out a scroll and teared it open? A holy light rushed straight into the sky.
Thrall's face changed? I felt something was wrong, and I only heard Naruad's voice echoing in Shadow Moon Valley, with irresistible majesty:
"Illidan is dead, the evil has been eliminated, the battle in the Dark Temple must stop, Thrall, order your orcs to stop attacking."
Meanwhile, Manolos' voice came into Thrall's ears:
"Shar, the glory of killing Illidan is not yours, it's all over."
Sar was as dumb as a chicken, paying the price of tens of millions of orcs, but he got nothing.
Suddenly, Sar suddenly rose up, picked up the hammer of destruction and rushed into the orc guard, chopping over more than 20 orcs in a row, and smashing them into meat sauce in anger.
"Why, why, I gave everything but got nothing. I didn't accept it, I didn't accept it."
Itrig was so scared that he ran around, afraid that he would be beaten to death by Thrall.
The loyal guards wanted to dissuade him, and Sarnaken heard it and sent out a chain of lightning. A group of orcs fell down, and a burning smell came from the air.
"This is unfair. I am the lord of the outer realm. Adal, Manolos, you dare to deceive me, me, me!"
Thrall was struggling for a long time and could not cause trouble for these two big shots for the time being.
"Itrig, get out of here." Thrall showed his fierce look and roared fiercely.
Itrig was so scared that he was silent, and he came to Thrall uneasy.
Thrall's eyes were almost spitting fire, and his face was ferocious:
"Go and check me, who killed Illidan, the Burning Legion gave up, the Holy Light Legion did not arrange anyone. Jaina, she is even more impossible. No matter who killed Illidan, I want to tear him apart.
Wan Duan, the soul is forever suffering. I vow to destroy his entire clan, let his clan members become history, and to be enemies of me, and must die."
Itrig had never seen Sal get so angry. He was as if Sarger had possessed him, and he quickly rolled and crawled to execute the order.
Akama stood at the top of the Dark Temple, overlooking the foggy Shadow Moon Valley.
He understood a little why Illidan likes to stay here alone, be above and dominate the world.
The Brokeners gathered to Akama, and a scout reported that the orcs stopped attacking and were withdrawing from the Dark Temple in a mess.
Akama smiled very happily, and the position of the Lord of the Outlands waved to him.
A bright light appeared in the sky, and Narukheli slowly landed in front of Akama, making a crisp sound:
"Akama, congratulations, you ended the evil rule of Illidan and gained a new life in the Outlands."
Akhama leaned down and said humbly: "All this is to the Holy Light, especially thanks to Adal and your help. With your support, I can muster up the courage to fight Illidan. I swear here to be loyal to you forever."
Yu Shengguang, I am just a spokesperson for the Holy Light Legion, and the Holy Light is the real master of the Outer Realm.”
Keheli's voice was like a spring water: "The Holy Light Legion aims to educate all living beings. It has no ambitions for the foreign land. It's just a small matter. Now the orcs still have a million troops left. What are you going to deal with them?"
Akama was stunned. This was indeed a headache.
Millions of orcs are the most powerful military force in the foreign land. No matter how great Akama has ambitions, he dare not take them for himself.
"I suggest that Thrall bring back to Azeroth," Akama whispered.
Kheeli said tactfully:
"This is not a good idea, and it may arouse suspicion from the moon god Eluen. It is better to leave them in Shadow Moon Valley. The Holy Light Legion is very interested in their souls."
Akama was shocked. Could it be that he would kill these million orcs?
No, orcs belong to the tribe.
Akama suddenly realized what qualifications he had to point fingers at the tribe.
This is a deliberate difficulty for the Holy Light Legion.
A buzzing sound came from the sky, and a huge black shadow fell from the sky.
The visitor is the magic mecha doomsday walker, making mechanical sounds:
"Akama, Sar was very angry and sent someone to find the one who killed Illidan, and vowed to destroy his entire clan and let his soul never rest."
Akama was so scared that she was scattered and kneeled on the ground with a plop: