Narukshili floats quietly in the air, blooming with blue light and making a pleasant sound:
"Akama, you are now the Lord of Outland, and you have the rule of defending the land. We and the Burning Legion will never interfere in the dispute between you and Thrall. You must be prepared to resist the invasion of the orcs."
Akama said with a sad face and a frown on his face:
"Why should I fight with Thrall? He is the great savior and the darling of Azeroth. I am just a humble Broken One."
After a pause, Akama knelt down, crawled a few steps, and slapped his mouth hard:
"Lord Xili, I don't want this lord of the outside world anymore, I don't want it anymore."
The doomsday mecha taunted: "Akama, you betrayed Illidan to gain the position of Lord of Outland. Are you really willing to do that?"
"I..." How could Akama be willing to give up, but the current situation was critical and he had no choice but to give up this hard-won opportunity.
Akama prostrated on the ground: "Lord Xili, I serve the Legion of Holy Light and have no desires or desires. This Lord of the Outer Realm should be inhabited by virtuous people. I am old and just want to go back to take care of my old age without worrying about the world."
thing."
"How is this possible? There are still many big things in the Outland waiting for you to deal with."
There is an arrangement, go ahead, you are still the leader of the Broken Ones."
Akama withdrew gratefully, thinking that he would be reused for betraying Illidan.
Unexpectedly, it was just a dream after all.
Walking down the steps from the top of the Dark Temple, Akama reluctantly looked at the sky of Shadowmoon Valley.
He is not Illidan, and he does not have Illidan's terrifying strength that dazzles the world.
"I'm just a chess piece after all."
Akama was enlightened and walked into the shadow of the dark temple.
In Shadowmoon Village, Eitrigg looked strange and came to see Thrall hesitantly.
Thrall's anger had not subsided and he was chewing a tauren. The strong tauren wailed like a child, with tears streaming down his face.
"Etrigg, who robbed me of the Lord of Outland?" Thrall spit out a mouthful of minced meat with his mouth full of blood: "I want the world to know the consequences of being an enemy of me, Thrall."
Eitrigg leaned down, not daring to look into Thrall's eyes, and said solemnly:
"Lord Savior, I have found out clearly? It was a group of adventurers who killed Illidan, and the leader was Prince Ender? He has been regarded as the Lord of Outland."
Thrall rolled his eyes: "Who is Prince Ander, and why have I never heard of him?"
Eitrigg whispered: "Ander Wrynn? Son of Prince Anduin? His Highness the Prince of Stormwind City."
"Ridiculous, how old is Anduin? Is he still a child? When did he have a son?" Thrall roared angrily.
Eitrigg almost cried? He burst into tears and said:
"Lord Savior, the Holy Light Legion and the Burning Legion have unanimously confirmed that those who attacked the Dark Temple and killed Illidan were a group of children. The oldest among them was five years old? Generally between two and three years old. Although the leader Prince Ander was not yet born?
But his innate soul is extremely powerful, and he is already the strongest man in Azeroth, and he personally killed Illidan, right? Med'an is their mentor."
"Son of Medivh, Med'an." Thrall took a breath of cold air. Instead of being angry, he calmed down.
Eitrigg complained for Thrall and cried: "Lord Savior, this is an insult to my tribe. How could a group of children kill Illidan, let alone an unborn one? The two legions of the Holy Light and the Burning have gone too far.
, we paid the price of tens of millions of orcs, and the credit was actually taken away by a group of children who didn't know that they had appeared."
Sal widened his eyes and asked, "If I guess correctly, these children are either rich or noble, and their parents are not ordinary people."
Eitrigg was stunned: "Back to the Savior, as you expected, Prince Andu is the son of Anduin. In addition, there are also the grandson of Grand Duke Alpha of Stormwind City, the son of Princess Ironforge and Emperor Thaurissan, and the dwarf Grand Duke.
Artisan Mekkatorque's
A young apprentice, it is said that his status is beyond words. The tribe has the godson of Lord Vol'jin. It is said that he is his illegitimate son, the grandson of King Saurfang, the blood descendant of Cairn Bloodhoof, and the direct descendant of Lor'themar.
..."
"Stop talking." Thrall held the Doomhammer and smashed the tauren's head hard.
Thrall took a deep breath and calmed down: "Let's put this matter aside for now. Since it was Prince Ander who killed Illidan, let's not worry about it."
"But this is obviously a lie and an insult to my tribe." Eitrigg couldn't swallow this breath.
Thrall said seriously: "Etrigg, those who do great things must endure what ordinary people cannot tolerate. The Holy Light and the Burning Legion let an unborn child serve as the Lord of Outland. It must be the result of mutual compromise. They want to maintain
The current situation in the outer domain, if we cause trouble at this time, we will become enemies of the two legions, and the tribe will be destroyed."
Eitrigg said flatteringly: "The savior is far-sighted and has far-sighted vision, which is beyond the reach of my generation."
Sal stood up and said boldly:
"My tribe lost tens of millions of orcs in this battle, but we fought with momentum and dignity. After this battle, no one dares to underestimate us orcs anymore. The battle of the Black Temple is of far-reaching significance. It is the orcs' foothold on Azeroth."
Guaranteed, even the arrogant Illidan was defeated, and the rise of the orcs is unstoppable."
Eitrigg said flatteringly: "Thanks to the wise leadership of Lord Savior."
"We will have more enemies to deal with in the future." A blond man appeared in front of Thrall: "This battle is just the beginning of the unification of Azeroth."
Eitrigg stepped forward and asked in a low voice:
"Lord Savior, there are millions of orcs in Shadowmoon Valley now, and many of them are capable of fighting. After the baptism of the Black Temple battle, their future is limitless."
Thrall's eyes moved and he asked: "Etrigg, in your opinion, how should we deal with them?"
"Why not lend their hands to take the opportunity to eliminate the Alliance and unify Azeroth." Eitrigg was eager to give it a try.
Thrall sat down, grabbed the tauren's arm and chewed it. After a long while, he said:
"This matter must be done with caution. If it is done too hastily, it will inevitably lead to the intervention of the Holy Light and Burning forces. Damn it, I still owe Jaina one million orcs, and I can use this group of orcs to pay off the debt."
Eitrigg was stunned and asked in horror: "Lord Savior, you want to kill them all..."
Thrall nodded and said fiercely: "Millions of orcs, how can I feed them? Let this group of orcs enter Zangarmarsh, where there is rich vegetation and delicious spores. That Jaina has a mysterious origin, and it is definitely not this
As a person in the time period, she once warned me that I would have a disaster in the future, and if she could help her, she would be willing to help me get through the disaster."
Eitrigg flattered him again: "Lord Savior, I am convinced by your wise decision."
Thrall nodded: "Etrigg, you go and make arrangements immediately. Although we did not get the Lord of Outland, we orcs keep our word and our promises will be fulfilled."
Eitrigg accepted the order, but he was very worried and couldn't think clearly about many things.
On the way, I met Wojin who came to see Thrall.
Eitri grabbed Wo'jin, and the two came to a corner.
Eitrigg sincerely asks for advice:
"Lord Vol'jin, there is something I don't understand. I would like to ask you for advice. The millions of orcs in Shadowmoon Valley are an excellent opportunity to unify Azeroth. Why did the savior give up?"