Chapter 965 - Wait

The Dark Temple in this life has undergone some unexpected changes.

First of all, the architectural form. The Road of the Dark Temple in history seemed to be winding on the surface, but in fact there was only one road leading directly to the top floor.

This time, due to the strange reconstruction, or perhaps the historical differences, from the information given to Duke by Vashj, it seems that there are two parallel passages leading to the platform on the highest level where Illidan is located.

It was a special space sealed by a powerful evil energy array. It was necessary to open two channels and gain control of both channels in order to open the final platform.

This seemed to force the Allies to attack in a coordinated manner.

Then there are the leaders responsible for guarding the two sides: Shadow of Akama and Mistress Shahras on one side, and Gurtogg Bloodboil and Soul Repository on the other.

In this life, Akama did not hang out with Illidan, but he was caught by Illidan once. Illidan directly used evil soul magic to extract part of Akama's soul and made it a soul guard to help guard the Black Temple. And Mistress Shahraz, a six-armed female demon, is a typical demon that is better dealt with by the Holy Light.

Gurtogg was a representative of the fallen evil orcs, and his orc identity alone was worthy of being dealt with by Thrall himself. And the Soul Box, a taboo existence involving the soul realm, also tempted the warlocks of the Horde to rush over like moths to a flame.

Of course, things are not that simple. The Relic of Souls is the ancestral artifact of the Draenei, and Velen insisted on retrieving it personally.

This attempt to force the Alliance and the Horde to split up and fight was too obvious, and it really gave Duke a headache.

Finally, the temple was filled with the sound of chaotic spatial readings.

Duke has always trusted the system AI. Maybe he would not ask the system AI for advice on everything and would act according to the system's prompts. But the system told him that it was a trap, so he would never do anything stupid and violate the taboo.

Duke said solemnly, "Sar, this is obviously a trap. I don't think it's a good idea to divide our forces."

Thrall was also in a dilemma. If he joined forces, he would have to go around one side of the complex Black Temple for ten kilometers, which was obviously inefficient. Moreover, after gaining the support of the orcs in Nagrand, not only Thrall, but also the chieftains of the entire tribe had a subtle change in their mentality.

That is the reluctance that naturally arises after one's strength has been enhanced.

Union also means that the Alliance gets the lion's share of the spoils.

Why is it that in every battle the Alliance eats meat and the Horde gets to eat soup?

Look, from Molten Core, to Blackwing Lair, to Ahn'Qiraj, to Outland, the Alliance ate and took everything every time.

Not only equipment, but also enemies need to be packaged up and taken away as minions.

There's not so much hatred from the Horde, but there is always envy and jealousy.

Orgrim noticed this and was about to say something when the Dragon Slayer Gruul gently clenched his super fist that was bigger than a small house. His fists made a rumbling sound while crackling, "Traps don't matter at all. Illidan is known as the King of Outland, but he never dares to set foot in my territory. If he dares to come, I will hang his body on Blade's Edge Mountains. Hehe, it's a pity that he is too small to be a specimen. Hehehe!"

Gruul naturally has his confidence. He is able to angrily confront the Black Dragonflight and is never afraid of anything.

Duke still wanted to dissuade them, but a major question always lingered in the minds of Duke and all the senior leaders of the coalition - did Illidan return to the Black Temple?

If he came back, Duke believed that Illidan, as an agile hero who was still in a semi-god state, had the ability to kill most of the coalition leaders in seconds. It would be very dangerous to divide the troops in this way.

If Illidan doesn't come back, then the remaining bosses in the Black Temple will be a piece of cake.

If we can capture the Black Temple before Illidan returns, it will be equivalent to cutting off Illidan's last foundation. At that time, Illidan, who is like a lonely ghost, will no longer be a threat.

"The Horde still hopes to divide its forces." Thrall took a step forward, his bright eyes revealing his persistence.

The Horde should not be a vassal of the Alliance. It was not before, it is not now, and it should not be in the future. If the Horde is not easily liberated from slavery and becomes a slave of the Alliance in disguise, Thrall himself will not forgive himself.

But recently there have been many such voices criticizing Thrall's concessions and obedience to the Alliance.

This also put Thrall in a dilemma.

It has nothing to do with justice and morality, it is purely a difference in positions and interests between the Alliance and the Horde.

Just then, Velen arrived.

"If that's the case, I hope to lead a draenei army to join the Horde. The Soul Reliquary is a sacred artifact passed down from the ancestors of the draenei, and we hope to recover it ourselves. Now the Horde and the Alliance are allies, and the new Horde is not a crazy evil orc. I believe that His Excellency Chieftain Thrall will not harm the draenei."

Velen's soft but firm words made Thrall feel annoyed: "The fighting style of the Draenei is very different from that of the Horde. This... doesn't seem very convenient."

"The Draenei will not participate in the battle, nor do they ask for spoils except the Relic of Souls. We only want the Relic of Souls." Velen insisted.

Velen's request was simply too difficult for Duke to do.

This is the trouble with idealistic charlatans. Once they make up their minds about something, even ten thousand oxen cannot pull them back.

"Then your safety..." Duke had to emphasize this point.

Velen's identity is too special. He is not only one of the leaders of the Alliance, but also the key to the Alliance's defeat of the Burning Legion. There are many secrets that no one else would know unless he tells them.

It just so happens that Velen is split into two in the original history. Velen in the normal main storyline is still the great charlatan, but in the divergent timeline of Warlords of Draenor, Velen is dead.

Duke firmly believed that if he could drive the course of fate, there would be no "King of Draenor". But the question was, what would Velen become? No one really knew.

In response to Duke's concern, the two Draenei behind Velen strode forward at the same time.

"The Prophet's (Teacher's) safety is our responsibility!"

Maraad, the heroic vindicator, his combat power and loyalty are unquestionable.

Irel... Duke didn't know what to say about her. Should we say that as long as it is gold, it will always shine? During this period of time, Irel's growth was simply astonishing.

After being forced by Duke to become the commander, Irel seemed to have turned on some strange switch and suddenly awakened his talent as a commander.

Except for the battles at Illidari Outpost and Legion Hold, he performed outstandingly in the following battles to clear Shadowmoon Valley.

Now she is the nominee for the next bishop.

The Draenei, like the Night Elves, have a separatist political system, with power concentrated in the hands of the Archbishop and the Bishop.

It is already a great achievement for Irel to be able to become a candidate for bishop.

This would be unthinkable in any normal race or nation, because Yrel was too young and lacked experience.

Unfortunately, the Draenei had been hunted for 25,000 years. They finally managed to sneak into Draenor to recover some strength, but Kil'jaeden instigated Ner'zhul to mobilize the orcs to once again defeat the Draenei and almost wipe out their nation.

Now the Draenei don't have many talented people, or even soldiers who can fight. Most of them are civilians who were malnourished not long ago. They can't even hold a weapon, let alone receive an education.

Yrel's promotion is a bit like picking the tallest among the short ones. On the other hand, it is also because Yrel has a good family background!

Don't forget, even though Yrel was just an apprentice of Karabor before, her teacher was Velen!

For the charlatan race, bloodline is never taken into consideration, only the master's inheritance is considered.

With this relationship and an impressive record, plus the fact that Yrel can rarely get along harmoniously with all the major races in the Alliance, and of course more importantly, she is a talent valued by the Alliance commander Edmund Duke.

Although it seems that the Alliance is highly dependent on Holy Light weapons, the Draenei are more dependent on the Alliance for daily necessities. The Draenei are in urgent need of a bridge for smooth communication with the Alliance, and Yrel is obviously quite suitable.

Whatever the purpose, Yrel's promotion became inevitable.

The current Irel is no longer the new apprentice Duke first saw, wearing rough leather pants, a white short coat with an exposed back, and holding a broken axe.

The demons of the Burning Legion have destroyed and swept countless worlds, and their equipment is also the most sophisticated. Darkness and light complement each other, and when the demon's equipment is purified, it becomes the sharpest sacred weapon.

At this time, the draenai was wearing a set of plate armor with lavender patterns. Whether it was the middle of the gauntlet, the middle of the leg armor, or the center of the breastplate, there were egg-sized magic stones. The holy light energy faintly flowing out of it was enough to make any demon below the lord level look shocked.

A short-handled warhammer with six edges, full of gaps that had been repaired after battles.

An epic small round shield, on which one can even clearly see the marks of the horns of the hellhound, the axe marks of the demon guards, and the greatsword marks of the doomsday guards...

Duke sighed softly. In just a few months, the immature draenai had grown up under the pressure of forcing growth.

Yrel has changed a lot. Perhaps the only thing that remains unchanged is the exaggerated curve of her butt and the standard S-shaped legs.

Noticing Duke's eyes on her buttocks, Irel's face blushed slightly, then she moved her body so that she was facing Duke directly.

Now she knew that the little wizard Mark Dooku, who had been with her in the vanguard, was actually the substitute of the leader of the Alliance. She really couldn't tell anyone about this strange feeling, and she never had the opportunity to communicate with Duke about it. No matter what, this was a strange fate and a very special experience.

But at this moment, she had to express her will in a businesslike manner, just like Maraad.

Duke looked at Yrel, the heroine who was supposed to be the leader of the Draenei in history, and then looked at the stubborn old charlatan Velen. He finally sighed and said, "Our main force is holding back your old friend, so we can't give you much support here. If you understand this, then I have no reason to reject your action."

The old friend is naturally Kil'jaeden.

When Velen heard this, his eyes lit up. He couldn't help but look up to Duke. Over the past 25,000 years, the Draenei had attached themselves to many forces and asked for help from many powerful beings. There was even a force that successfully resisted the Burning Legion, but in the end, that force was destroyed by Kil'jaeden's conspiracy.

It is truly commendable that Duke was able to maintain his composure and clear mind while attacking the Dark Temple.

"Some things always need to be done by someone. For the sake of my compatriots and to resist the evil cause of the Burning Legion, I have no choice but to do it." Velen's insistence made Duke feel something unusual.

Velen must be hiding something from him.

Everyone has different ideas, but truly great people tend to have similar ideas. Velen is definitely one of the rare great men in the world, and Duke always respects such a person whose actions are based on righteousness.

Duke raised his finger slightly and shook his index finger.

Two lean figures suddenly appeared beside Duke, a man and a woman, with somewhat similar facial features.

"They are the VanCleef father and daughter, the most capable thieves under my command. With their assistance, it will be easier for you to resist the sneak attacks from the darkness."

Then Duke waved to the other side, and Lirath and Solarian understood and came over.

"The fourth child of the Windrunner family and the great astrologer Solarian, I believe their joining can make up for the deficiency of your long-range attack."

Maraad wanted to say something, but Velen waved his hand. Velen knew that this was Duke's bottom line.

"Thank you for your kindness, Commander. The Draenei have accepted it. I hope we can successfully recover our artifact Soul Box this time."

"I hope so."

"May the holy light guide the world." After whispering a blessing like a charlatan, Velen led his men away and went to the Horde.

Except for Varok Saurfang who stayed in Orgrimmar and the retired Lord Howl, all the bigwigs of the Horde were there.

With the addition of a few powerful alliance members, the Horde can be said to be strong in terms of both military and military power.

the Alliance's formation seemed to be weaker, with the only forwards being Varian's trio, Fandral Staghelm, Muradin Bronzebeard, and the transferred Halduron Brightwing.

But the main formation is Mark Dooku and the demigod-level Vashj controlled by Duke!

If the Horde didn't have the dragon slayer Gruul, they would have been completely outclassed by the Alliance. The problem was that Gruul was too big, so the attack inside the temple still had to rely on the original main lineup. Only by capturing the magic nodes where the temple's protective magic array was located could the defense be activated and Gruul could come up.

"Ah!" Looking at Velen's back, Duke always felt as if there was a trace of haze covering Velen's back. He sighed softly and finally turned his head: "Varian, this is basically left to you. Unless we see Illidan, Vashj and I are unlikely to take action."

Varian nodded. "Understood."

Gurtogg Crackhammer is a laborer in the Bloodforge. His father was once a well-known centurion in the Horde. Gurtogg, who was still very young at that time, admired his father very much. He had dreamed more than once that he would lead his compatriots like his father, cross the Dark Portal, and follow the Warchief Blackhand to conquer the world called Azeroth on the other side of the portal.

Unfortunately, Gurtugu's dream was shattered.

His father, along with Chieftain Blackhand and millions of strong orc warriors, were buried opposite the gate.

Every time he woke up from a midnight dream, the cruel reality still reminded him that he was just a handyman who did manual labor.

His weaker physique and height compared to those of formal warriors meant that he was destined to never be able to become a glorious orc warrior through formal channels in his lifetime.

He longed for strength, not as a man who could be abandoned by the chieftain at any time, but as a warrior. The strength that his parents could not give him, the strength that only the blood of the devil could give him.

However, a humble laborer like him might never become a member of the evil orcs in his lifetime.

So he sneaked into the laboratory where the evil orcs were created one night and drank up all the drinkable liquid in every bottle. He didn't know what would happen, he just felt that every inch of his skin was burning, and energy was surging in his body, but he couldn't vent it.

He felt like he was about to explode. Saliva dripped from his mouth, dripping onto the ground and emitting puffs of green smoke. He shook his head and felt his consciousness gradually becoming blurred. He looked up and found his father standing in front of him. A human officer raised his knife and cut his father in half. Gurtog made a muffled sound in his throat and then rushed towards the human officer. Blood flowed from his eyes, dyeing his vision blood red.

However, it was just an illusion. He missed his target, hit his head against the wall and fainted.

Three days later, Gurtogg was sent to Illidan's fortress, the Black Temple, as the "most successful demon orc sample". He was put in thick armor, and the nameplate on the armor was engraved with several distorted Eredar characters - Gurtogg Blood Boiling!

From that day on, Gurtogg began to enjoy the glory brought by power. His former compatriots feared him, the orcs who became evil orcs obeyed him, and even the self-proclaimed noble demons showed fear to him.

Gurtogg was very happy, even though he knew that he was Illidan's experiment and lackey.

Until this day, Thrall stood in front of him.

"I am Thrall, the son of Durotan, the former chief of the Frostwolf clan, the current chief of the Horde, and the leader of all orcs! Now I command you in the name of the chief - surrender immediately. All the evil deeds you have participated in will not be pursued, and after purifying the demon blood in your body, you will be granted a corresponding status according to your strength."

Gurtogg laughed, his laughter was full of desolation: "My father responded to the call of the Warchief and died in the world of Azeroth. I don't mind this, at least my father was a true warrior when he died. I just want to ask, as the Warchief of the Horde who even relies on the Alliance for food, what qualifications do you have to ask me to surrender?"

"You..." Orgrim wanted to kill him after hearing that.

"Haha! If there's no food, go rob! If there's no territory, go rob! If you can't rob, just die! This is a tribe! This is an orc! Become a dog of humans just for a bite of food! Bah! This is not the Horde I know!"

Thrall's face was as black as ink.

It is true that the general policy he set for the Horde was correct, but this general policy was destined not to be understood by the orcs who were full of traditional concepts.

Orcs who have not seen the horror of the Alliance's technology and war machines will never know how terrible it will be when the Alliance becomes the enemy of the Horde.

What's worse, their lack of wisdom and insight, coupled with deep-rooted mindsets, prevents them from recognizing the reality of the situation.

It's not just one or two individuals who are like this; to a large extent, all the orcs received from Draenor are like this.

Thrall suddenly felt a palpitation, but his sense of responsibility as the warchief still drove him to bear the uneasiness and discomfort and continue to lead the Horde forward.

Thrall sighed, "The world has changed."

"So what if I've changed? I only know that after I lost the demon blood, I'm nothing more than a peon who can be abandoned by the Horde at any time. But with it, I'm a strong man that everyone will be afraid of! Hahahaha!"

Not everyone falls into tragedy because of the power of taboos, there are always winners.

It is this extremely low chance of success that drives more orcs to become evil orcs and even become minions of the Burning Legion.

Orgrim shouted anxiously: "Warchief, there is no need to explain to this madman. If you want to explain, you can do it slowly after you beat this guy and feed him holy water."

Thrall is a friendly leader who can reconcile the relationship between different races. However, his human side makes him lack dominance, which makes him weak and vulnerable in the eyes of many traditional orcs.

Thrall was silent for three full seconds before he said loudly, "Get rid of him!"

The Tauren Chieftain Cain raised his neck high and let out a war roar in his deep voice. The shocking sound echoed in the dark palace.

"Evil orc! You need to clear your mind!" Cairne charged forward, and the totem pole as thick as a house beam smashed down on his head.

It's useless.

Gurtoug's body had been greatly strengthened by the fel energy. He only raised his left arm, which was covered with gauntlets, and used the arm armor covered with spikes to withstand Cain's tentative attack.

Without giving Cairne any time to react, he raised his axe high and a Chaos Strike followed like a shadow, hitting Cairne's body like lightning.

This powerful attack was blocked by Cain's Mount Hyjal-level plate armor.

Cairne was not immune to the Confused state that followed.

who I am?

Where am I?

What should I do?

Cairne spent eight seconds thinking about his life.

This was originally a great opportunity to kill Cairne, but Gurtugu disdained it.

A true tribal warrior would not launch a sneak attack on an enemy that has no ability to resist.

He left the old bull behind and charged directly towards Thrall.

Regardless of order, Orgrim also charged towards him.

"Bang—" Two extremely fast shadows converged on the steps. Two tall and burly bodies collided with each other in a pure battle of strength and anger.

If it were an ordinary person, he might have been shocked to death by such a collision.

Orgrim is a Forsaken.

Gultoge, relying on the super physical fitness gained from the injection of demon blood, managed to survive the dizziness.

His Arc Slash drew a bloody red arc of light in the void, colliding with Orgrim's weapon without any tricks.

"Ah!" Orgrim groaned.

As a Forgotten One, he retained the exaggerated power he had in his lifetime. It can be said that there is an absolute gap in power between him and those Forgotten Ones who were human beings in their previous lives.

But he was suppressed by Gultoug.

Not only suppression, but even beating.

The tribal warriors are driven by their sense of honor. They can be cruel and tyrannical, but never mean.

This is not the case with Gultoug. Coming from a hard laborer background, he has no taboos in his fighting style.

Although he had the advantage in strength, this guy spat at each other while they were pouring their strength into their weapons in an attempt to suppress each other.

To be precise, it was the Evil Acid Breath that was activated!

From Gurtoug's smelly mouth, out spewed a breath of natural acid similar to that of a green dragon.

Orgrim was caught off guard and got hit on the spot. You know, in a duel between tribal warriors, at most they would show their teeth and try to overwhelm the opponent with their momentum. Who would have thought that the opponent would be so despicable as to directly start spitting?

Orgrim's whole face looked as if sulfuric acid had been splashed on it. The pain of having his soul corroded by the power of nature made him scream, and he rolled over backwards like a lazy donkey.

It was obvious that Gurtogg was not going to let Orgrim go. He took a huge step, swung his battle axe and mercilessly hit Orgrim on the back with an Acid Wound. This attack, which also contained acid, would cause continuous damage to Orgrim.

"Shameless man——" Thrall couldn't help it anymore, wielding the Hammer of Doom, he rushed forward and smashed Gurtogg on the head with the hammer.

"Get out of here! I have business to do with this idiot who killed millions of orc warriors!" Gurtoug sneered.

Thrall only felt that his heavy body suddenly became light, and he flew backwards without knowing what was happening.

It was a mysterious force involving fel energy that drove Thrall out.

This was not the end. In the next moment, Thrall felt that the blood in his body was forcibly ignited by an external evil energy.

"Huo!" It was as if there were a hundred thousand lighters in his body, using tiny flames to burn every inch of blood vessels in Thrall's body.

The pain of the blood boiling was not enough to make Thrall collapse, but it was definitely a painful feeling.

Thrall suddenly understood how the surname "Blood Boil" came from this rebellious evil orc.

Gurtoug's ability is enough to make him the enemy of almost all living beings.

Sarr felt a little regretful. If he had followed Duke's strategy and carefully configured tactics and strategies in advance, he would not be as passive as he is now.

There are so many strong people in the Horde that the era of having only a few kittens to hold the fort has long passed.

Just when Gurtogg was beating Thrall, Gargmar, the patrolman who had surrendered two months ago and was originally guarding the Hellfire Wall, jumped in. When Kilrogg Deadeye and Kargath Bladefist, two traitors who had resurrected and betrayed Thrall, were killed by Thrall, Gargmar rejoined the Horde.

This powerful man from the Broken Hand Clan had already lost his arms. He swung two short axes that replaced his forearms and chopped at Gultoug.

In no particular order, Vol'jin's javelin and Anasterian's fireball hit Gurtogg at the same time.

"Huh?" Gultouge displayed an agility that was disproportionate to his body size. He actually took an exaggerated step back, retreating a full five meters.

There was no trace of regret on his face, but instead a full expression of ridicule. He uttered seven words: "Come out! Soul Box!"

As the words fell, the entire surrounding environment suddenly changed drastically.

The originally dimly lit temple was suddenly filled with many translucent ghosts wandering in the air. Their mournful whispers made every living person shudder.

The Temple of Karabor, the holy place of the Draenei, was once so majestic.

In the temple, there is a sacred artifact passed down from generation to generation by the Draenei people - the Soul Box. When the best leaders, wisest prophets, and bravest warriors in the Horde die, the Draenei people preserve their souls in the Soul Box, hoping to use the power of the artifact to make these great souls immortal.

Unfortunately, nearly thirty years ago, the orcs occupied the Temple of Karabor.

Gul'dan soon noticed the energy contained in the Soul Relic. He found the souls of the innocent Draenei who died tragically in the war and put them into the Soul Relic. He also stuffed the souls of the bloodthirsty orcs into it, and combined with his own dark magic, the Soul Relic was eventually corrupted.

But Gul'dan did not expect that the power of this artifact was so strong that even if it was corrupted, he could not control it. So he had to seal it temporarily and wait for the future to make plans. However, Gul'dan never had the chance to see the Soul Reliquary again. He followed Orgrim to Azeroth and died there.

The Relic of Souls remained in the temple until Illidan took control of it.

In the Allied Forces, except Duke, no one knew what the Soul Box looked like now. Even the Draenei themselves still had the impression of what it looked like thirty years ago.

Duke's strategy...

The Raiders are dead.

Not to mention strategies, many times, unless you experience it yourself, you will never understand how terrifying the enemy is or how complicated their skills are.

A huge and illusory cage fell from the sky, and countless wronged souls were wailing and wailing. They opened their mouths wide and used the mournful voices of their souls to tell about the sufferings they had endured in their lifetime.

Hearing these sounds, almost every living person felt a tingling sensation on their scalp.

Goose bumps filled every inch of my skin.

Soon, the wronged souls began to gather together while screaming, driven by an inexplicable mysterious force.

In just three seconds, a huge phantom head appeared in everyone's sight.

It was an object surrounded by a large number of crystal prisms, and in the middle was a male face that looked extremely miserable.

Its mouth opened wide, howling in despair.

Thrall shuddered, and he immediately realized that this should be the first form of the Soul Box - the Source of Suffering was targeting him.

"Run!" Velen's voice suddenly came from a distance.

Apparently, when they saw the Horde was in a mess due to the sudden attack, the team of heroes led by Velen chose to intervene directly.

"Why are you running! Stay!" Gurtog sneered and sprayed acid again.

For some reason, the corrosive liquid slowed down Thrall's speed greatly.

"Warchief!" At this time, Cairne, who was initially in a state of confusion, came to his senses. The tauren Chief rushed over, picked up Thrall, and threw him out like a high fly ball.

Uh, there is actually such a thing?

This was a life-or-death battle, and nothing was impossible. The source of suffering, as huge as a floating mountain, drifted after Thrall, emitting a terrifying wailing aura.

At this moment, all the heroes felt that the rules were deviating. The world they knew in the past was leaving them in fear, and a surge of terrifying resentment was coming. The irresistible force that seemed like the devil coming to the world was dominating everything and taking over the surrounding space.

Something hit Irel's foot. She looked down subconsciously and found many strange-looking insects crawling out from the cracks of the temple's stone steps. They were obviously mutated after receiving the evil energy and filthy power of the Dark Temple, but now they were fleeing like crazy.

Their instinct for survival drives them away from the source of suffering.

Many ghosts that could not be sensed by the naked eye began to float over from all directions. They also wailed and cried, and then rushed towards Thrall and the others like moths to a flame.

If Thrall was still the pure warrior he used to be, he probably wouldn't even be able to sense these wronged souls.

But since Thrall went to Nagrand and obtained the shamanic heritage, although his shamanism is not very proficient, he is no longer the warrior who only knows how to be reckless.

After falling down, Thrall quickly got up.

"Hah——" A strong electric current lingered around him. The strong current produced a subtle magnetic field, causing the pebbles on the steps to spin strangely on the ground. Some fine gravel even floated up and surrounded him.

Doomhammer was swung heavily, and a thick electric snake snaked out. The brutal force of thunder blasted out, and along with the roar of thunder, the surrounding ghosts were swept away.

Thrall can deal with the wronged souls, but he can't do anything about the terrible power of the Source of Suffering.

This is no longer an ordinary concept of power.

This ability to forcibly change the characteristics of the surrounding space is already within the realm of the domain.

"Be careful! Its strength is no less than that of a demigod!" After Vol'jin shouted, he was unfortunately hit by the Source of Suffering's Soul Siphon.

Although the power of the soul is no longer as unfamiliar as it was decades ago, the existence of the power of the soul is always difficult to deal with.

The absorption based on the soul level was more painful than bleeding the body. In addition to the pain of being tormented in a sea of ​​fire and swords, there was more exhaustion and weakness in all aspects.

Velen took action. He immediately eliminated the Soul Siphon on Vol'jin. The golden holy light enveloped Vol'jin, making his face look much better.

"Maraad attacks! Yrel assists, and gives blessing of protection when necessary!"

The burly Draenei garrison officer took an S-shaped step and rushed forward, because according to Duke's strategy, the Soul Box has more than just long-range attacks. Someone must take the responsibility within the melee range, otherwise the accumulated resentment cannot be vented and will cause trouble for other melee players.

Yrel also wielded her weapon, but her eyes kept scanning the surrounding teammates to provide support when necessary. Similarly, she took the time to cast King's Blessing on the Horde's strongmen, although she seemed quite reluctant...

The moment the VanCleef and his daughter were on top of Maraad, they appeared like phantoms near the Soul Box. They measured the distance and then slashed at the Soul Box frantically from the farthest distance that the dagger could reach.

The upper and lower areas of the pair of daggers that had already been blessed by the Holy Light looked full of golden light from the blades, which was very beautiful.

Lirath also followed the strategy, locking onto the Soul Box from a distance and raining arrows at it.

Thrall had a headache and he had to make a decision.

When Duke and Varian were not present, he was the supreme commander of the coalition forces.

Now the team must face two enemy bosses at once.

Normally, it would be the right thing to do first to kill Gurtogg, who was theoretically weaker. He didn't want to believe Duke's 'strategies' every time. A wise leader should never believe that the intelligence from the traitor was 100% accurate.

But Duke's intelligence is so damn accurate!

Even the Draenei leader Velen didn't know what form and special effects the Soul Relic would have after being desecrated and corrupted, but Duke actually knew!

But Thrall can't help but believe it.

If you follow the strategy, the Soul Box will have a second form and a third form, both of which are extremely wide-ranging domain powers. Without a genuine demigod to keep the team in check, if the Horde wants to kill the Soul Box, they must focus all their firepower on it before the Soul Box's pressure on the team reaches its limit.

"Thrall! Leave that traitor to us!" Orgrim shouted.

Several burly but lifeless warriors gathered together. They were all chiefs who died in the First and Second Battles of the Dark Gate.

To Thrall, except for Zuluhed, the other people were very unfamiliar to him and he could only call out their names.

Kargath defected after passing through the Dark Portal, as did Kilrogg, and Harkan Skullsplitter.

Some chiefs choose to join the more powerful Burning Legion after resurrection, while others still stick to their lifetime oaths in their own way.

Facing Gurtugg, who had the special ability to make blood boil, sending the long-dead Forsaken was obviously a good response. The only thing that could cause devastating trauma to these dead people was damage at the soul level. Obviously, Gurtugg did not have such a special ability.

In theory this would be a good idea.

Thrall suddenly felt a sudden palpitation for no apparent reason.

He couldn't explain why this happened, but he just felt a little flustered and dazed.

Unfortunately, there was no time for Thrall to hesitate!

"Leave it to you guys! Everyone else, follow me and focus on dealing with the Soul Box!"

The chief's duties include making decisions in times of crisis.

In order to concentrate their firepower, a total of only five Forsaken warriors and death knights, without any support, charged towards Gurtogg.

On the other hand, even a strong Forsaken like Anasterian was pulled back to deal with the Soul Box.

Fireballs as blazing as the rising sun shot out from the hands of the Sun King in succession. Accompanied by flickering light, the fireballs as big as houses pierced through the darkness of the Dark Temple and shot towards the Soul Box.

All the innocent souls that were touched by the fireball composed of highly concentrated fire elements would explode like smashed watermelons and dissipate into the void.

Everyone was madly focusing their fire on the first form of the Soul Box, the Source of Suffering.

It seemed that this group of wronged souls had been greatly weakened, like a candle in the wind.

At this moment, a cold and arrogant voice appeared out of nowhere.

"Oh, it looks like you guys were having quite a good time while I was away!"

It was not until this mysterious voice appeared that the allied warriors in the fierce battle finally discovered something was wrong. The air was filled with an evil that was both familiar and unfamiliar to every warrior.

It was as if the place where he was suddenly located had changed. Instead of being in the hall of the Black Temple in Draenor, he was abruptly pulled into the Twisting Nether, on the square of the Burning Legion's new fortress, leaving the most evil void lords staring at everyone with malicious eyes.

The naked feeling of having all their strength and trump cards seen through shocked every strong man, and the fear in their chest reached the point where they could no longer suppress it.

Thrall felt a sense of shame and anger, because this feeling reminded him of his past as a slave gladiator. He was placed on a wooden platform like a commodity that could be discarded at any time, allowing the buyers below to point fingers at him.

But the next second, Thrall quickly calmed down again. He carefully looked at the guy who was talking -

This is not the first time that this world has faced a blinded Night Elf Demon Hunter.

Add to that the huge pair of bat wings on the visitor's back and the devil's horns on his forehead that couldn't be more typical, and his identity is already 80 to 90 percent certain.

Moreover, a demigod-level night elf possessed a pair of crescent-shaped weapons that seemed to be burning with green flames...

Only one!

Illidan Stormrage!

The traitor of Azeroth who shamelessly defected to the Burning Legion again and again and gained evil power by licking Kil'jaeden!

Be it Thrall or Orgrim, all the brave orcs had red eyes.

Without exception, they all hated Illidan.

Kil'jaeden used conspiracy to transform the orcs into evil orcs to serve as Cannon fodder for the Burning Legion.

If Kil'jaeden played with the orcs in a despicable way, then Illidan was the culprit who enslaved the orcs in the most cruel way.

After failing to challenge Arthas, Illidan used a small portal to escape to Outland in a panic. Under the pretext of "regrouping for the next attack on Arthas", he gained Kil'jaeden's approval and annexed the forces of Magtheridon and his men, magnifying the suffering that Magtheridon had inflicted on the orcs countless times.

In the past few years, when the orcs under Illidan expanded to their peak, they claimed to have a million-strong army. Although the number was exaggerated, it was still at least 700,000 to 800,000.

The price was the death of millions of orc civilians.

All the orc clans that refused to join Illidan's army were attacked. The captured orc warriors were forced to drink the blood of the devil, and the remaining old, weak and sick were slaughtered.

Once upon a time, the orcs killed the Draenei to the point that they could only survive in remote and harsh environments such as Zangarmarsh.

Illidan did similar things to the orcs. Basically, normal orcs can only be found in Nagrand.

If it weren't for the fact that the elemental creatures in Nagrand were so powerful and Illidan was too busy with his mysterious cause to lead the expedition himself, perhaps the Allied expedition wouldn't have found a single normal orc.

In any other situation, Thrall would have been eager to lead a large army to fight Illidan to the death.

Not now!

The other side had two leader-level bosses coming out at the same time, which had already put the heroes on this side under great pressure.

Not to mention the sudden appearance of the demigod Illidan!

Thrall turned his head sharply and looked at Velen.

Both parties nodded at the same time.

"Gruul!"

"Holy Light! Punish it!"

Thrall's ultimate move is to call his minions! Gruul the Dragon Slayer was not allowed to enter the Black Temple because he was too big. Once he entered, the Black Temple's predecessor, the Temple of Karabor, which was extremely precious to the Draenei, would no longer be available.

Wei Lun's whole body was emitting brilliant golden light. He wanted to use all the holy light power stored in his body to directly destroy the Soul Box. He wanted to gamble and solve the Soul Box's restraint on them in one go!

This is not an easy decision to make.

But faced with a powerful enemy, they had no choice.

Thrall's call through the magic communication prop was immediately received by Gruul. Suddenly, a terrifying roar came from far away outside the temple.

Gruul, the terrifying ancient beast, was approaching at high speed. He was like a King Kong, climbing up from the outer wall of the temple.

In just five seconds, a loud "crack" sound was heard from the outer wall of the temple closest to the west. A crack appeared on the seemingly extremely solid outer wall, and then the crack turned into a spider-web-like crack. The next moment, the wall exploded, and a strong khaki light came in from outside.

The temple's structure collapsed due to the strong impact. The huge columns, which were at least 30 meters high and could be hugged by three people, collapsed like overturned building blocks. The huge floor tiles piled up like broken waves.

Just Gruul's first blow to the wall, the shock wave caused by the surging force blew away many ordinary orc warriors who stayed outside. Some unlucky guys were pierced in the neck by sharp stone fragments, and when his compatriots tried to cover his neck that was gushing with blood, the guy was already dead.

It was at this time that Illidan ignored Velen who was using his ultimate skill to attack the Relic of Souls.

His figure flashed and disappeared on the spot.

When he appeared again, he was standing on the back of Gruul's huge left hand.

Gruul was startled by Illidan's action. The dragon slayer shook his huge head and slowly moved his face closer to Illidan. When Gruul noticed that the other party was not afraid at all, he immediately felt that his dignity was challenged.

who is he!?

He is the great Lord of Blade's Edge Mountain, the most powerful creature on this planet!

Anyone who comes to Blade's Edge Mountain must take a detour and pray not to offend his majesty.

How dare a tiny guy like you challenge him?

Gruul opened his fang-filled mouth and let out a deafening roar at the little creature.

"Roar!" It was a roar that would tremble the heart and liver of even a dragon!

The next moment, Gruul suddenly raised his arm, and he wanted to smash Illidan hard against the top wall of this level of the temple.

He could almost see Illidan being smashed into a pulp.

However, Illidan only raised his left hand, and the night elf's unique slender arm pressed against the top wall of the temple out of thin air. There seemed to be an invisible magic in this hand that could bind the air together to form a huge invisible pillar, firmly resisting Gruul's tremendous force.

Gruul's terrifying brute force was like that of an overwhelming sea and river, as if he had pushed down the earth. No matter how violent his power was, he could not move Illidan even a little bit towards the top wall of the temple.

A sneer appeared on Illidan's lips.

"A beast who only knows how to use brute force dares to call himself the king!?"

As the words fell, a dark green light burst out from Illidan's body.

Gruul's arms sank suddenly. He tried to raise his hands, but it was as if he was locked in a set of huge and heavy invisible shackles and he couldn't exert any strength at all.

Illidan slowly drew out the famous green double blades from behind him and gently brought them together in front of him.

"Bang——"

It was a clear and sonorous sound.

Bright green fel energy spread across the twin blades of Azzinoth like rippling water waves. The twin blades of the artifacts that were snatched from the Void Lord and once again controlled by the owner of the fel energy suddenly resonated joyfully.

The gravel that fell from the broken top wall landed on the double blades and immediately hit an invisible barrier, refracting and bouncing away.

The dazzling evil light on the blade did not just flash by, but became more and more violent. The dazzling green light seemed to overwhelm all the light in the huge temple.

As Illidan's fierce aura spread, everything around him seemed to be trembling in the storm.

"Get out of the way!" Thrall finally couldn't help but shout out.

flash?

How to flash?

If the thief is agile, there will be no problem.

Even a burly orc warrior has a not-so-terrible chance of dodging.

But the dragon slayer Gruul's mountain-like size meant that he had to withstand all attacks head-on.

Along with the sound of the wind being cut, an illusion appeared. It seemed as if countless crescent moons shining with blazing green light were flying towards Gruul.

Gruul roared. He had just balanced himself and raised his right paw to slap him.

At this moment, space seemed to be strangely dislocated. At the last moment, Dragon Slayer Gruul tilted his head sharply. As a result, a long green line appeared at the junction of his left shoulder and torso.

"No!" Thrall screamed in the distance.

Gruul was a peerless warrior that he had brought into the Horde at great cost. Although this approach of relying on outsiders was a bit unreliable, in order to gain more say in the communication with the Alliance, the existence of a demigod-level warrior was necessary, even though Gruul was only a demigod, not a true demigod.

Now, Gruul is obviously going to suffer a great loss.

Because behind Gruul's arm - on the huge pillars and thick outer walls of the temple, the extension of the green line can be clearly seen.

It wasn't until a full second later that everyone saw Gruul's giant left arm, which was as big as a train car, fly out.

The arm spun in the air for about five or six times, and finally fell heavily onto the battlefield below.

The chopped-off arm fell into the middle of a group of tribal soldiers, like a landslide. This half-flesh, half-rock arm immediately crushed dozens of soldiers at the bottom into a pulp. The remaining force of the arm was still rolling out, and the entire formation of the Horde was flattened with a crackling sound. Countless tribal warriors were hit and their bones were broken, and they died on the spot.

The tribal warlords who were directing the battle below were staring at this scene in amazement. Their impression of Gruul's invincibility collapsed completely in just a few seconds.

This is not the end.

When Illidan's Azzinoth chopped off Gruul's arm, suddenly, a rustling sound came from above and below the hall at the same time.

It was as if something was shattering. No, it was not just shattering, it was simply collapsing.

As everyone in the battle could not help but turn their heads and stare, the half of the temple hall closest to the outer wall suddenly split apart along the green line that Illidan had cut.

The side that was not connected to the foundation or supporting pillars, along with Gruul who had lost his balance, rumbled downward and instantly fell onto the flat ground near the temple gate, causing even more horrific secondary casualties.

Gruul was not dead, and his angry roar told everyone this fact.

It was obvious that Gruul would be unable to participate in the battle in the short term.

At this moment, everyone finally had a relatively clear understanding of the strength of Illidan, the King of Outland.

No one present can be Illidan's opponent!

For a moment, the air was dead silent.

Illidan flashed at high speed, and with just a few movements similar to a mage's flash, he arrived in front of Thrall.

He could clearly sense that Thrall, who was holding the Doomhammer, was trembling slightly.

Illidan tilted his head, opened his mouth full of sharp fangs, and revealed a cruel smile: "Thrall, the orc warchief? You are very good! I will give you a chance. Lead the entire tribe to surrender to me and become my slave. In this way, I can forgive your sins of messing with my fortress."

In Thrall's eyes, all he saw was Illidan's aggressive purple-blue face and his threatening fangs.

At this moment, he no longer felt the loss of the temporary loss of the Dragon Slayer Gruul. All he had in his heart was the fear of Illidan's overwhelming power.

But Thrall was never a timid man.

Otherwise he cannot be the leader of the Horde.

He took a deep breath of foul air into his lungs, then shouted and roared with all his strength.

"Orcs will never be slaves."

Classics are classics for a reason.

This is because the will and belief contained within cannot be replicated.

Nine years ago, facing the powerful Alliance, Thrall led the enslaved orcs to break free from the cage and cut off the shackles to gain freedom.

Nine years later, facing the half-man strongman Illidan, Thrall still had no reason to sell out the freedom of his compatriots.

If Thrall swung the hammer, he might die.

But life and death have never been the first factor that Thrall considers.

All he had to do was declare an answer - the answer of yearning for freedom!

The flames of the Doomhammer illuminated half of Illidan's face. The evil face still vaguely retained the outline of the handsome night elf ten thousand years ago.

However, Thrall's behavior at this moment made Illidan feel humiliated.

Because Thrall chose a difficult path that was consistent with his goal but with a completely opposite method - direct confrontation!

"Then die--" The swung double blades of Azzinoth looked like a green circle that kept spinning around Illidan.

The circle came from behind but arrived first, easily avoiding the heavy hammer head and approaching Thrall's neck at a faster speed.

At this moment, a huge figure forcibly inserted itself between Thrall and Illidan.

"Ah!" Thrall widened his eyes in surprise.

In his bell-sized eyes, in his vision, the figure that he had lost once and regained once, an extremely familiar figure, was split in half right in front of him...

"Orgrim!? No—"

Originally in history, Thrall was only the inheritor of Orgrim's will.

In this life, Orgrim means even more to Thrall, and he is also Thrall's life mentor.

When Thrall lost Orgrim for the first time outside Dalaran, Thrall was heartbroken and regretted for a long time. When Orgrim returned as a dead man, Thrall privately rejoiced for many days and nights.

Only after losing something once, you will know how to cherish it more.

Because in the entire tribe, only Orgrim understands Thrall's heart best and can think for the Horde from Thrall's perspective. And as an orc elder who once served as a Warchief, his opinions and experience are incomparable.

Vol'jin is not a bad person, but he is still a troll, and it is sometimes difficult for him to think from an orc's perspective.

Now Orgrim was struck dead by Illidan in a single blow, how could Thrall not be shocked and heartbroken! ?

But the next moment, Thrall smiled bitterly.

"I should have died a long time ago!" Orgrim cursed loudly and launched a Counterattack Storm while his upper body was still on the ground.

This scene was extremely strange. With only half of his body left, Orgrim actually relied on his warrior professional skills to fight back against Illidan with several hammers in mid-air.

Illidan stepped back, holding the double blades of Azzinoth horizontally ten meters away, and watched with interest as half of Orgrim's body fell to the ground and continued to jump.

Only then did everyone realize that as a Forsaken One, Orgrim could not die again unless his soul core was damaged.

If Orgrim didn't mind, he could just find some stitches to sew his body back together and continue fighting.

Before Thrall could finish being happy, Illidan became unhappy.

He spat fiercely: "What a dirty and annoying trait. Now that you are dead, just become my strength."

Illidan put his weapon into the space bag with his left hand, and then stretched out his free hand suddenly forward.

A green ball of evil energy was floating in the air, and the swaying green light on it reflected the cold expression on the face of the self-proclaimed Lord of Outland.

At this moment, the black cloth covering the upper half of his face could no longer conceal the empty eye sockets underneath, because the green flames of evil energy like the netherworld fire were burning in the eye sockets. The glittering light that shone through made Illidan look even more eerie and terrifying.

I have to say that the VanCleefs are pretty brave.

When Illidan jumped out, they made the decision to temporarily abandon the Relic of Souls and attack Illidan.

Unfortunately they were not successful.

A purple halo enveloped Illidan, causing their sharp blades to be bounced back before they touched Illidan.

Gathios the Breaker, one of the four members of the Illidari Council and possessing the skills of a paladin, directly cast a blessing of protection on Illidan, making Illidan temporarily immune to physical damage.

Another member of the four, the night elf rogue Veles Deepshadow, approached Edwin VanCleef using shadow steps, and with a few daggers he forced VanCleef to give up Illidan and fight Veles.

No one can stop Illidan.

The light of the ball of light on his left palm was gradually dissipating in his palm. Before everything around him returned to darkness, another existence that had been temporarily ignored suddenly erupted.

"Woo woo woo woo woo—" With the indistinct wailing of the soul, a strange light began to flicker around the Soul Box. A purple-black vortex emitting a terrifying aura opened above the Soul Box.

The vortex was spinning rapidly, and no one noticed anything wrong at first.

Soon, everyone knew who this vortex was targeting.

"Ouch--" Orgrim, who had escaped death, suddenly lost his soul.

A green soul that looked exactly like Orgrim's was sucked into the soul vortex. The remaining half of his body flew out and before anyone could react, it fell into the soul vortex.

In less than half a second, everyone noticed that the face of the Source of Suffering in the Soul Box had been replaced by Orgrim's face.

The former warchief closed his eyes, opened his fang-filled mouth, and kept uttering a savage roar in a very orcish style.

It was an unconscious release of pain, but it conveyed pain, fear, and an emotion even stronger than these - astonishment, throughout the entire tribal camp.

Turning his neck like a rusted machine, Thrall looked again at the place where Orgrim had been before.

ash--

And the tragic situation that fits this statement very well.

Orgrim's body was destroyed extremely thoroughly, as if all the moisture had been drained away, leaving not even a trace of it.

Illidan stomped his feet, and the next second, the remains of Orgrim were like dust torn apart by a storm, completely blown away, leaving no trace of the original body.

"No--" Thrall shouted, and couldn't help shedding tears of regret and burst into tears.

Illidan sneered: "The Soul Box is filled with many orc souls. I don't mind adding a few more souls of powerful orcs. Why, you still don't surrender? Thrall, this is the last chance for you and your tribe..."

The only answer to Illidan is a hammer.

It was a terrifying and oppressive feeling as if a volcano was suddenly thrown at me.

Illidan's face turned cold: "You are - courting your own death!" He raised his hand and the demonic spell Dark Barrage shot out, and countless black shadow missiles poured onto the Hammer of Doom that was thrown over.

The blazing flames on the hammer head quickly dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye. When the hammer flew over a distance of three meters, it was already black and fell heavily to the ground. It seemed that this famous hammer had become no different from an ordinary piece of iron.

the Horde's heroes were angry! They were furious!

They abandoned their own goals and rushed towards Illidan.

They wanted to tear into pieces this evil demon who dared to challenge their chief and trample on the dignity of the entire tribe.

it is a pity!

When the gap in strength is too big to be made up by courage,

Shadow Impact!

This extremely exaggerated shadow group attack skill easily knocked away all the tribal warriors within 100 yards. It took them a while to fall heavily from the air like dumplings.

"Ha! Isn't this our Warchief?" Gurtogg screamed as he walked to the prone Thrall, and lifted him up with both hands. Because of the fel energy transformation, his figure was even bigger than the already burly Thrall.

Gurtogg looked at Illidan. "My Lord, you do not mind if I torture him?"

Illidan nodded sarcastically.

The power of Blood Boiling was injected into Thrall's body, causing the dizzy Thrall to scream in pain.

Irel, who was holding the Soul Box, couldn't help it. Just as she was about to say something, she suddenly heard Vanessa's voice: "Don't get excited. The master is here."

"Even if a shameless person gains power, he is still scum! Despicable fellow! Let go of your claws!"

A handsome voice.

A disembodied voice cannot possibly be described as handsome.

Hearing this voice naturally reminds people of those handsome guys who bring disaster to the country and the people, affect the employment rate of single people, and make more young girls have unrealistic fantasies.

Behind Gultoug, a fiery red figure suddenly jumped out and stared at the rebellious orc with his emerald green eyes that seemed to be carved from the finest jade.

His tone easily reminded people of those paladins with an excessive sense of justice, but unfortunately, the fire element surrounding him, which was so dense that it almost turned into substance, made others understand that this gentleman had nothing to do with a clergyman.

Then, countless flashing red lights appeared around the fiery red figure. They were rubies that seemed to be the most gorgeous ornaments. No, after looking carefully, you would be surprised to find that all the rubies were actually elemental polymers that concentrated super high quality fire elements.

Rather than looking like a ruby, it looks more like a phoenix feather.

Each of the sharp feathers is pointing at Gurtogg, the evil orc who craves power to the point of madness.

Invincible - Gultoug didn't even need to think, his intuition told him that the male elf in front of him, who was more beautiful than a woman, was invincible.

That was no ordinary strong man. It was obvious that this guy had entered the realm of God. Fighting with such a guy was stupid in itself. There was no way he could defeat him.

Gultoug was indeed tyrannical and cruel, but that was based on the fact that his strength was superior to that of his opponent.

Maybe he has killed many people and defeated many seemingly powerful enemies, but at heart, he is still that contradictory orc laborer.

He almost immediately wanted to find someone from his own family to take the blame.

Unfortunately, there aren't that many powerful 'insiders' available.

A blinding thunder and lightning suddenly exploded in the temple like a roaring dragon. A red-haired female Naga with a swaying snake tail, six arms, and a standard upper elf head appeared.

With just one chain lightning strike, the four members of the Illidari Council were almost forced to jump off the wall.

On the other side, a tall, thin, huge humanoid figure appeared and repelled the Soul Box with one move. The blazing flames completely dispersed the source of suffering. At this moment, the Soul Box began to reorganize itself and entered the second stage...

Illidan's face looked very ugly, and his teeth, which were as sharp as shark fangs, kept chattering against each other.

Seeing the face of the person who suddenly appeared, he could no longer maintain the arrogance as if he was standing above the clouds and overlooking the world, and became more like a mortal.

"You--" After Illidan's first menacing note, it was followed by a deflated ending that fell off a cliff.

Duke never thought that one day he would hear a word or a syllable that contained such rich emotions.

Duke originally wanted to show off a bit and ask Illidan whether he would choose "Of course I forgive her"?

I also want to compare what Illidan has in common with Mario's Luigi, the Ninja Turtles, Teemo, and Guan Gong...

I also want to sing "The vast grassland is your love——"

But when they met, Duke found himself unable to complain.

Because what he saw was the gentle eyes of a lovesick man.

At this moment in Karazhan, Tyrande, who was held in Duke's arms, turned her head with a bit of reluctance and said in a mosquito-like voice: "He knows that Duke is a fake. He also knows that I am watching him."

right!

How could a truly powerful person not see that the 'Duke' in front of him was just an empty shell with nothing on the surface?

In this life, Illidan did not have the opportunity to gain Kael'thas' allegiance, so the only one who "betrayed" him was Vashj.

But Illidan looked at no one else but the puppet Duke, hoping to see the figure of someone familiar in those strange and disgusting eyes.

As the brother of Malfurion Stormrage, Illidan's story is full of legends. When he resolutely left Tyrande, his last words were: "No matter what I do, no matter what I become, I will always care about you, Tyrande."

If this sentence were used in a love letter, it would probably be very destructive.

It's a pity that Duke has ruined everything in this life.

The fight between the two brothers for Tyrande came to a halt because of the War of the Ancients. By the time they came to their senses, Tyrande had already been eaten up by Duke in the name of saving the world when she was captured, and there was no turning back.

If Duke was just a despicable and shameless person who took advantage of others' misfortune, then the two brothers might still have a chance. If Tyrande was willing, I'm sure neither of them would refuse.

Unfortunately, Duke played a big Duke game. Not only did he thwart the Burning Legion's conspiracy to invade Azeroth, he also blew up the largest fortress in Sargeras' lair in the Twisting Nether, becoming the greatest hero of all time!

It was precisely because of the dual conquest of body and mind, plus the recognition of the moon goddess Elune behind her, that there was the legendary story of Tyrande resolutely remaining chaste for Duke for thousands of years and refusing any new relationship.

As a result, Illidan's secret love will always be just a secret love.

The most beautiful love that was the most hazy at the beginning ended before it even began.

Just like in history, if Malfurion won Tyrande, Illidan might be even angrier. But surprisingly, Illidan didn't find it that hard to accept that Duke won the first prize. At least it wasn't a double blow to family and love.

After all, Duke performed better in that game and achieved something that he could only look up to.

However, Illidan has a completely different view on the issue of the Burning Legion...

On the other hand, Duke was also quite conflicted.

Just a glance at Illidan across the endless void on the magic mirror screen, Tyrande's emotions went a little out of control. After saying that, Tyrande kissed Duke fiercely with a rare demanding aura.

"Duke, if you can... I mean if... you really have the time, please redeem Illidan!" As she spoke, Tyrande pressed her body against Duke's chest. In the past, Duke would be very happy to review the forty-eight moves with Tyrande, feeling the pressure of Mount Hyjal.

But Duke really couldn't be happy at this moment.

Redemption?

This is a term that can only be used by someone who has fallen into evil both physically and mentally.

If Duke remembered correctly, Illidan was playing Duke at this point in time!

Illidan disappeared for such a long time that he even left his lair behind. He must have gone to Argus, one of the Burning Legion's lair and the home planet of the Eredar.

The bad thing is, because Du had already played a ruthless game ten thousand years ago and caused Sargeras to suffer gastric bleeding, now Illidan has to play Duke with him, so the difficulty is more than twice as high.

It is not known whether Illidan succeeded or not, but whether he succeeded or not, and no matter whether he really played Duke or not, Duke can only pretend not to know!

Once exposed, Illidan, a good comrade who is likely to be working behind enemy lines, will be in ruins.

"Oh!" Duke sighed softly, then hugged Tyrande's waist tightly. Their chests were pressed tightly against each other, and they could clearly feel each other's real heartbeat.

"For those who are truly depraved, the only outcome is destruction. Only those who have good intentions have hope for redemption."

Listening to Duke's words, Tyrande couldn't help but look inside the room.

Since the preparations for the attack on the Black Temple began, Duke moved Karazhan's command post to the elemental magic pool on top of the Mage Tower.

At this moment, the magic pool looks like a five-a-side football field. Elemental messengers led by Khadgar are monitoring the operation of the magic network below, making adjustments from time to time to change the flow and supply of magic power.

A little higher up on the side of the field was the command room where Duke and Tyrande were. Although the room was comfortably furnished with a desk and a bed for naps, it was undoubtedly the control core of the entire Karazhan, and all the nodes of the large magic circuits were located in the command room.

From here, Tyrande could overlook the elementalists in the elemental pool below.

Thaddeus, the construct that was transformed into a monster by a natural disaster, is no longer a living person, but he can live with a smile on his face as an elemental creature.

Sapphiron, the bone dragon that once brought death and destruction to Azeroth, now performs his duties with grace.

The black witch Farina, it was hard to imagine how vicious this woman used to be. Now she was as obedient as a little wife who could only endure bullying, helping Khadgar.

And Onyxia, the notorious little dragon, seemed to have completely accepted her status as a mount, and was willing to let Duke ride her day and night. When Duke had no time to take care of her, she would either stay in her room full of gold coins and sleep happily, or like now, she would gracefully raise her orchid fingers and gently sip warm black tea.

Of course, the entertainment that the Black Dragon Princess watched while passing the time drinking tea was not a good thing. Watching the various creatures that invaded Karazhan through the space cracks on the monitoring screen being crushed into slag by the Heroic Guards of Karazhan was her greatest hobby.

Tyrande thought of the twin Qiraji emperors who were still on the front line, Prince Kael'thas who was once labeled a traitor, and Vashj who had recently returned.

Tyrande's distress suddenly improved: so many fallen ones, those who were once terrible, were redeemed after meeting Duke, and Illidan might be able to do the same...

Duke could clearly feel that Tyrande's body was no longer tense, and the relaxed high priest was as soft as water.

Duke smiled bitterly.

A lot of things happened in Karazhan, and things were not stopping in the Black Temple either.

Kael'thas defeated Gurtogg almost immediately after the first fight. After all, the most important skill of this mutant evil orc boss, Blood Boil, was completely ineffective against Kael'thas.

"Boiling? My blood never gets cold, and it never stops!" Kael'thas opened his arms, and a fire phoenix rose from his large red cape with gold edges. With a clear phoenix cry, countless fire feathers rained down on Gurtogg, easily making Gurtogg repent in the purgatory of fire.

"Ahhh——" Gultoug rolled around in the sea of ​​fire in pain.

He was knocked out, but he didn't die instantly.

The various evil potions he had drunk had greatly strengthened his body, making him bigger while also giving him excellent resistance to various elements.

This only increased his pain.

Just two meters away, Thrall watched Gurtogg walk into death in silence without trying to stop him. Every true orc would despise this guy who blasphemed the orcs' bravery and the most precious tradition.

The Soul Box fell into silence, perhaps entering the second stage in a minute or two.

At this point in time, the fighting actually stopped.

Illidan did not move, and the four members of the Illidari Council were suppressed by Vashj. But after Kael'thas dealt with the opponent, Vashj did not use any brutal force against the four members.

The four were Kael'thas' subordinates before: Breaker Gasios, High-level Spiritualist Selvol, Duchess Malande, and Verles Deepshadow.

When Kael'thas appeared in front of the four people again with a domineering attitude, their faces all looked bad.

Originally in history, the Illidari Council was established by Kael'thas.

The role of the Council is to manage the Black Temple for Illidan and handle various daily affairs in the Black Temple, including: the food supply of the evil orcs in the Black Temple, which is in charge of Gathios; the magical energy supply of the blood elves in the Forbidden Palace, which is in charge of Celervol; and the management of the big and small demons in the temple, which is in charge of Marand.

In this life, Kael'thas' fate took a turn because of Duke's intervention.

He was no longer the prince of the blood elves who betrayed the Alliance, and Kael'thas had long been exiled to Dalaran, so his magic addiction was the mildest. As a result, he came to Outland as an Alliance expeditionary force in this life, and when his subordinates' magic addiction broke out the most seriously, Kael'thas adopted a laissez-faire approach.

The one with the most serious addiction went to Shattrath City and became an astrologer.

Those who are most addicted to the body run to Illidan, begging for the power of fel energy to satisfy the emptiness of their body and mind.

Using fel energy to satisfy the demonic addiction is simply drinking poison to quench thirst, but these blood elves can no longer control themselves and can only agree reluctantly.

As fate would have it, those four guys were ultimately chosen to be members of the Illidari Council because of their talents.

Illidan also suspected that the role of the Illidari Council was to play tricks on Kael'thas, letting these guys come to monitor him and report his movements to Kael'thas one by one.

However, whether the blood elves' surrender was a conspiracy of Kael'thas, an arrangement with ulterior motives, or a sincere surrender, the arrogant Illidan didn't care. He never took these blood elves seriously. As long as he wanted, he could destroy Kael'thas and his entire blood elf race at any time.

Besides, there is really no one around him who can help.

What's interesting is that at this moment, from the embarrassed expressions on the faces of the four guys after seeing their former master, it can be seen that they really came to Illidan for help.

If Kael'thas was still the half-baked commander who had lost contact with his home planet, was in an extremely awkward position, and could not solve the problem of his subordinates' addiction to magic, then the four Illidari would have abandoned Kael'thas.

Putting aside the issue of good and evil, this is a typical example of people striving for higher goals.

But now, Kael'thas looks like a king returning.

Apparently Kael'thas had somehow managed to temporarily fuse his mount, a phoenix named Ao, into his own body, gaining most of the power of the phoenix, which had just entered adulthood.

Compared to the dragon slayer Gruul, this can also be considered a demigod body, even if it has time limits.

Under normal circumstances, Kael'thas shouldn't have played his trump card so early.

But the Alliance is more powerful!

Vashj——The most powerful warrior among Illidan's men. She was not chosen, but earned through fighting.

When Illidan took control of Outland, Vashj, Magtheridon, and Matron Shahras all wanted to sit in this position, second only to the emperor. Vashj had to defeat the other two heroes to ascend to that position.

No one expected that Illidan's strongest fighter would betray him like this. And he did it in the most thorough way - he rebelled with his own men.

When the four Illidari heard the news, they were so angry that they vomited blood.

Especially when they saw Vashj use the water pump they gave her to pump water into Shadowmoon Valley and partially flood the Black Temple, the four of them almost collapsed.

It was not known whether it was fortunate or unfortunate, but just when the four thought that the Dark Temple would collapse, Illidan came back.

This kind of twists and turns is really dizzying.

On one side is the powerful Illidan.

On one side is the more mysterious Demigod of the Demonic Web Edmund Duke.

No one knows who the winner will be.

Almost at the moment when Kael'thas appeared, Illidan felt the four people wavering.

Illidan sneered, but did not say anything to his face. In his eyes, the one who decided the outcome was always the small group with the strongest strength. As long as he was the final winner, all problems would be solved.

He needed to use the Illidari Council to do odd jobs for him, and he also needed to make the Four think that they still trusted him. Although the Four's lack of absolute loyalty made him a little uncomfortable, so what?

After being in the Burning Legion for so long, he no longer believed in the term loyalty. As long as he had the strength, even the most ferocious demons would obey his orders.

That is why he allowed this internally conflicted parliament to continue to exist.

But he was very interested. As pawns shared by both sides, what would be the fate of these four guys? Perhaps only the goddess of fate herself knew...

After a brief confrontation and silence, Illidan grinned, as if laughing: "Edmund Duke, you are famous... How can you think of dealing with me, Illidan Stormrage, with just this toy doll you brought with you?"

Duke was not angry at all when being mocked by Illidan, and he did not expect that Mark Dooku, a shell with limited magic output ability, could defeat Illidan alone.

"It's better to face me than to face Tyrande or Malfurion, right?" Duke's words deeply stimulated Illidan. It could be clearly seen that the muscles on the face of this legendary figure were trembling slightly.

Duke added: "Besides, if you say that, you will not underestimate the strength of the Alliance."

Mark Dooku opened his arms.

Beside him, two giants as tall as towers took a step forward at once - the Qiraji Twin Emperors, genuine demigods who could exert demigod-level combat power with the support of the magic network. They stood on the left and right, five steps away from Duke.

Kael'thas turned into a ball of fire and appeared on Duke's left hand side in a flash.

Vashj smiled charmingly, swaying her snake tail in a beautiful rhythm, and stood to Duke's right.

You can say Duke is arrogant, or you can say Duke is showing off - I have many powerful subordinates, including four demigods. Do you have any of them?

Although the Twin Emperors are more dependent on the magic network, Vashj and Kael'thas are strong people independent of the magic network.

Duke looked fierce and even a little bit arrogant: "Call your master Kil'jaeden, or you will lose."

Duke had such a determined expression on his face.

This is not just bluster, either.

This is a low-risk gamble based on the current situation.

If the intelligence of the Eredar Twins and the historical process are correct, Kil'jaeden is no longer in the Twisting Nether and has sneaked into Azeroth. Otherwise, Illidan would have no chance to sneak into the planet Argus to cause trouble.

Kil'jaeden, who is apparently Illidan's boss, cannot appear on the scene, so the upper limit of combat power in the next battle will be limited to the demigod level.

In other words, if Duke does not come in person, Kil'jaeden will not appear.

Illidan had just done something wrong and he felt guilty. Of course he would not be so shameless as to send a distress signal to the Twisting Void.

At this moment, Illidan didn't know that he had been defeated by Duke.

Glancing around, Illidan frowned and said, "This place is too small for a grand battle. Let's go to my training ground."

After saying that, without caring about Duke's answer, he flapped the demon wings behind him, and his huge body soared up like an arrow into the sky.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" He completely ignored the thick ceiling of the temple, and used his demigod body to violently knock through layer after layer, rushing straight to the highest platform of the Dark Temple.

The twin emperors followed first, and two pairs of cicada-like wings grew out from their backs. They also followed with great violence, breaking through the top wall.

The corners of Draenei garrison commander Maraad's eyes twitched, but in the end he said nothing.

The Draenei were unable to defeat the others and lost their nest. Even if they helped you fight it back, they can't guarantee that it will be intact after they get it back.

"Hehe, I'll go first." Vashj greeted Duke, tilted her head slightly, and licked her flaming red lips with her flexible tongue. This was a secret code that only she and Duke understood.

Duke waved his hand unhappily and sent her away.

Vashj chuckled and summoned a thick column of water, which followed the large hole created by the Demon King Vek'lor and flew up under the impact of the gushing water column.

There was only one Kael'thas left on the scene.

The blood elf prince was a little hesitant.

Duke was the first to speak. He crossed his arms and said with a hint of contempt: "Forget about the four of you. There is no point in continuing to fight. Even if you fight, Illidan will not believe in your loyalty. Stop and reduce our troubles. At least after we win, I will spare you once for Kael'thas' sake. Remember - your fate is determined only by the victor."

Duke's words absolutely hit the nail on the head.

In the original history, the coalition attacked the Black Temple only after defeating Vashj and Kael'thas. The four Illidari, who thought they had lost their master, chose to stand on Illidan's side and resist the coalition's attack in anger.

But the real master they once swore allegiance to, Kael'thas, was standing here, and they turned to Illidan because they could not resist their addiction to magic.

With the amnesty of Duke, the Alliance's No. 1 player, it would be a lie to say they didn't feel relieved.

Kael'thas also breathed a sigh of relief: "Duke...thank you."

The Kael'thas in this life is good in every way except that he is too soft-hearted.

Duke waved his hand, and Kael'thas immediately understood. His private mount, the Phoenix, immediately jumped out, chirped happily, and rushed straight up with Kael'thas on its back.

Over there, the Soul Box seemed to have completed its transformation and entered the second stage - the source of desire.

Duke looked around and said, "Sar, Velen, I leave this to you."

Thrall had already stood up, his face was very dark. If before the Soul Relic was just an enemy that could be fought or not, now it had become a target that Thrall and the entire tribe had to defeat.

Whether out of brotherhood or the shamanic purpose of the soul returning to the earth, Thrall and the powerful tribe would never allow Orgrim's soul to suffer in the Relic of Souls.

Thrall also realized that the Horde could not deal with such a powerful Illidan, and that concentrating on dealing with the Relic of Souls was the best the Horde's heroes could do now.

Thrall nodded heavily at Duke's words.

Duke in Karazhan also peeked at the battle on the other side. The Shadow of Akama was easy to deal with. Now Varian led the Alliance warriors to fight against the six-armed demon mistress Shahraz.

It can be said that the wars in various places throughout the Dark Temple are at a stalemate.

Duke in the temple raised his hand, and a flying figure appeared. She was Shatura, the Qiraji leader of the Outland.

Duke raised his chin slightly towards the four people and showed what he had taken out. It turned out to be several bottles of high-purity Sun Well water. This scene made the four people breathe faster.

Fel energy can certainly temporarily relieve the addiction to magic, but how can the fel energy that is forcibly absorbed from the creatures and souls of the earth be as pure and efficient as the water from the Sunwell?

Duke smiled and said, "My promise is valid. As long as you two do not help each other before we decide the winner with Illidan, the Alliance will accept you again and will not care about the fact that you once defected to Illidan. Remember, Illidan's last name is Stormrage!"

Brothers, even if our bones are broken, our tendons are still connected.

Illidan committed suicide among the night elves and deserved to be executed, but Malfurion used his influence and sentenced Illidan to life imprisonment.

Duke couldn't possibly kill Illidan just because he was the childhood sweetheart of Malfurion's brother, Tyrande.

Moreover, as a time traveler, Duke knew more clearly that Illidan was in Cao's camp but his heart was with Han, and he might very well be the legendary "Son of Light and Darkness" or something like that.

After shocking the four people and seeing them silently step back a few steps and stand at a certain distance from Shatura, Duke nodded and then flashed above the temple.

Flash You can't flash into the air, but the layers of temple floors are the best stepping stones.

When Duke arrived at the top level, he suddenly discovered...

Illidan is really invincible! !

The twin blades of Azzinoth, symbolizing the ugly demonic sin, are spewing the flames of hell, and the green fel energy is dazzling.

This is clearly much greater than 2!

On the other hand, Duke watched for a few seconds and only had one thing to say: "It's really shameful, leave the group."

Illidan was using his invincibility, but Duke's three and a half demigods were beaten into the status of dogs.

Illidan's high agility and speed are certainly one reason, but the more important thing is that there is a serious lack of coordination between the four guys here.

The attack speed of the Sword Emperor's Qiraji Emperor Sword is too slow. This is not a game. If it hits, you will be forced to lose blood.

The Sword Emperor's sword skills, which were barely passable, were nothing compared to a powerful man like Illidan.

Come to think of it, since Queen Sylvia could dodge in front of him, Illidan could do the same.

After discovering that the twin emperors had the same health points, Illidan ignored the Demon Emperor. After all, Illidan was better at swordsmanship than magic.

Although the Demon King is proficient in all types of magic, the power of each type of magic attack is limited. Illidan directly fights him with shadow magic.

Kael'thas took advantage of the Sword King's magic immunity and threw fireballs madly, almost turning half of the platform into a sea of ​​fire.

There were dark clouds rolling in the sky, and on the ground there was a raging sea of ​​fire that seemed to burn to the horizon.

It looks good, but it's useless!

As long as he is not a demigod, Kael'thas' elemental magic power cannot be improved qualitatively. The gap between mortals and the realm of gods is not so easy to bridge.

Besides, no one in the Burning Legion is afraid of fire. Fel energy itself is one of the most terrifying flames in the world.

After Illidan tentatively took two Pyroblasts from Kael'thas, he smiled contemptuously and ignored Kael'thas anymore.

By the time a mage reaches Antonidas, he already has many life-saving skills. It is impossible to confine the source of power of a Antonidas mage in the elemental realm. It will take a long time to chase a Antonidas mage to death.

So Illidan played idle play with Kael'thas.

It is an honor to be hated by your enemies.

But it would be a shame to be ignored by the enemy.

After all, after experiencing so many ups and downs, Kael'thas has become more mature and stable. He did not get carried away and run to fight Illidan head-on as a melee mage, but instead supported Vashj.

Because the more comprehensive Vashj is the one who poses a real threat to Illidan.

Her natural thunder magic not only has a wide coverage, but the electric shock also has paralysis and slowing effects. This is definitely a big threat to Illidan who relies on agility.

And there is Vashj's ultimate archery skills - sounding arrows, silent arrows, invisible arrows, arc trajectories, straight line bursts...

The attack, which was calculated with precise shooting trajectories, could sometimes suddenly create a situation similar to a lore-killing situation. Several times, it almost hit Illidan's vital points, causing his scalp to tingle on the spot. Almost every time, he narrowly avoided it.

Illidan was really ruthless.

What Duke saw when he came up was that Illidan directly summoned a large number of shadow demons to entangle the other three heroes, taking the opportunity to attack Vashj.

It is true that Vashj has six arms, and after thousands of years of training, her six arms are extremely coordinated. Two long swords, two daggers and a staff, dancing up and down, almost impenetrable. Even if Illidan attacks like crazy, Vashj never suffers a single loss in close combat.

Vashj suffered from Illidan's fel power crush.

Illidan transformed into a green sun, brutally burning everything within a ten-meter radius around his body.

Sacrifice: A ruthless move that burns one's own mana to burn everything around, regardless of friend or foe. When combined with Mana Burn, it is the nemesis of all spellcasting professions.

Coupled with the super high dodge rate brought by high agility, as early as ten thousand years ago when Illidan was still the Moon Guardian, in the ancient war against the Burning Legion, Illidan relied on this combo to conquer the world.

I don't know if a demon more powerful than Illidan was bitterly regretful for this, and even his twin blades of Azzinoth were snatched back in this way.

Originally, Vashj's six-arm combat method could be said to be able to fight against any melee fighter, but unfortunately she was facing Illidan.

The web of weapons composed of daggers and longswords by Vashj rarely hit Illidan, and occasionally it would be blocked by the two swords. On the contrary, Vashj was constantly under the burning of Sacrifice, Mana Burn, as well as shadow attribute attacks such as Shadow Barrage and Soul Drain.

Even though Vashj has the body of a demigod, this is still not a solution.

The Sword Emperor killed the Shadow Demon and rushed over to help. However, he was even slower and seemed to be doing more harm than good.

If Kael'thas hadn't given Vashj an effect similar to Burning Speed, which greatly increased Vashj's movement speed in a short period of time, Vashj's situation might have been worse.

"Traitor! You will die here!" Illidan opened his big mouth with shark teeth and grinned.

"Traitor? Haha! Remember what I said to you when I joined your army? 'Since you are so powerful, I will serve you before a stronger guy appears.' Now that my master has returned, I will naturally go back to serve my master. By the way, in the War of the Ancients ten thousand years ago, I pledged my loyalty to my master Mark Dooku, now Edmund Duke, in the palace of Azshara." Vashj said with a smile.

There is an essential difference between service and loyalty.

When Illidan accepted Vashj as his subordinate, he didn't think too much. With the idea of ​​"I should be the best in the world", he never thought that Vashj actually had a master.

Vashj didn't mention Tyrande at all, but how could Illidan not think of the mess between Duke and Tyrande in Azshara?

This made Illidan even more furious.

Here, although she was clearly at a disadvantage, Vashj remained fearless. Her six hands continuously launched counterattacks, and she used thunder magic to electrocute Illidan from time to time.

Her attitude of absolute dependence made Illidan even more angry.

"Haha! Are you still waiting for your master to save you? No chance! He is just a coward who dares not run out of his own mage tower!" Illidan roared, his voice almost breaking Vashj's eardrums.

Illidan's shout made the three and a half demigods present feel a little angry and helpless.

Illidan has used his powerful fighting power to show his dominance as a powerful leader, but what about their boss? Because he was restrained by Kil'jaeden, he couldn't come to Draenor in person.

If at the beginning they hoped to defeat Illidan to prove themselves, after a brief period of failure, their mentality also underwent subtle changes.

King versus king, general versus general.

This idea, which has been an almost iron rule in Azeroth since ancient times, began to spread uncontrollably in their minds.

Why can't our boss Duke play?

In fact, it's not just them. There's actually a very faint, vague will at the scene that secretly scans the place every once in a while.

At this moment, a leiSuraely yet absolutely confident voice sounded.

"Illidan! You think too highly of yourself if you think my real body will take action. However, it would be a good idea to let you see the might of the Demigod of the Demonic Web."

Duke!

The one who spoke was Mark Dooku, a puppet who came to the platform and was directly controlled by Duke.

In Karazhan, Tyrande suddenly hugged Duke who had stood up. She was so nervous that tears could be clearly seen in her eyes: "No! You can't go directly. Kil'jaeden is watching you. As long as your soul enters Draenor, you will fall into his trap!"

Duke smiled gently and stroked Tyrande's hair. "You are not a mage, so you don't understand. In fact, I don't have to personally take action to make a hollow puppet have the combat power of a demigod."

Behind the puppet, a colorful portal opened up.

A being with extremely powerful elemental fluctuations proudly stepped out of the portal and came before powerful men such as Illidan and Vashj.

However, his appearance stunned all the heroes.

The being with a translucent soul body in front of him was definitely not Duke. But the heroes on Duke's side were not unfamiliar with the newcomer.

"Khadgar!?"

Yes! The one who came was the chief supervisor who controlled the magic network—the incomparably powerful triple-training archmage in history—Khadgar!

Khadgar now is just an elemental creature in the standard sense.

His appearance made Kael'thas instantly understand Duke's actions.

The magic circuit is a magic system that is rooted in the soul and produces and controls magic. In order for an empty soul to have powerful magic, it not only requires a strong body that is in perfect harmony with the elements, but also a powerful wizard's soul.

Just because Duke can't invest his soul doesn't mean he can't use other souls!

As soon as Khadgar appeared, he took a big step, and his entire elemental body turned into an illusion and entered Mark Dooku's body. Immediately, Mark (Khadgar) opened his arms, looked up to the sky and shouted: "I, Khadgar, open my soul to my Lord. My Lord's will is my will."

Accompanied by a burst of purple-blue arcane light shining in front of everyone, in less than half a second, the 'Duke' that appeared in front of everyone became worthy of his name.

In just a moment, both the Phoenix flames that almost spread across the entire platform, and the fel sacrificial fire that burned everything within a ten-meter radius centered on Illidan, disappeared without a trace.

The scenery within the field of vision remained unchanged, but in the perception of the heroes, what appeared before them was a world of extremely quiet elements.

The violent fire element is as tranquil as water, the turbulent frost element rests quietly, and the endlessly resonating natural element circulates according to the unchanging rhythm of this world for thousands of years.

All elements seem so quiet and silent.

It is simply unimaginable that a magical war involving the divine realm was taking place here just a moment ago.

On the sea of ​​magic that only the most powerful mages can feel, twelve bright moons lit up in the sky. These moons were actually the twelve nodes of the magic network.

They calmly supply the being at the center of the node with elemental power drawn from across the world of Draenor.

Duke opened his eyes, and his pupils were clear.

"Come on! Illidan!"