It wasn't until this mysterious voice appeared that the Allies who were in the middle of a fierce battle finally realized something was wrong. The air was filled with an evil that was both familiar and unfamiliar to every strong man.
It was as if they were suddenly in a different place. They were not in the hall of the Dark Temple of Draenor, but were suddenly pulled into the Twisted Void. On the square of the Burning Legion's new fortress, the most evil Void Lords stared at everyone with malicious eyes.
The feeling of having all their strength and trump cards seen through caused every single expert to be shocked, and the fear in their chests was simply unsuppressable.
Thrall felt ashamed because this feeling reminded him of his life as a slave gladiator. He was like a product that could be discarded at any time on the wooden platform, allowing the buyers below to point at him.
But in the next second, Thrall quickly calmed down. He carefully looked at the guy who spoke.
In this world, it was not the first time he had faced a blind Night Elf Demon Hunter.
Coupled with the huge bat wings on the back of the newcomer and the typical pair of demon horns on his forehead, his identity was already eighty to ninety percent certain.
Moreover, a Demigod Night Elf with a pair of crescent moon-shaped weapons that seemed to be burning with green flames …
There was only one!
Illidan Stormrage!
The shameless traitor of Azeroth who had defected to the Burning Legion again and again and obtained evil power by licking Kil 'jaeden's boots!
Whether it was Thrall or Orgrim, all the hot-blooded Orc powerhouses were envious.
Without exception, they all hated Illidan.
Kil 'jaeden used a conspiracy to turn the Orcs into Fel Orcs to serve as cannon fodder for the Burning Legion.
If Kil 'jaeden was despicably playing with the Orcs, then Illidan was the most cruel culprit in enslaving the Orcs.
After failing to challenge Arthas, Illidan used a small teleportation portal to escape to the Outland. In the name of 'regrouping for the next attack on Arthas', he obtained the approval of Kil 'jaeden and annexed Magtheridon and his subordinates. He magnified the suffering that Magtheridon had inflicted on the Orcs countless times.
In a few years, when the Orcs under Illidan's command expanded to the peak, they claimed to have an army of a million. Although it was exaggerated, it was at least 700,000 to 800,000.
The price was the deaths of millions of Orc civilians.
The Orc clans that refused to join Illidan were all attacked. The captured Orc warriors were forced to drink Demon Blood, and the old, weak, and disabled were slaughtered.
Once upon a time, the Orcs slaughtered the Draenei to the point where they could only survive in remote areas with harsh environments such as Zangarmarsh.
Illidan did the same to the Orcs. Basically, normal Orcs could only be found in Nagrand.
If it wasn't for the fact that the Elemental creatures in the Nagrand area were particularly powerful, and that Illidan was too busy with his mysterious business to personally lead the expedition, there might not even be a single normal Orc to be found in this expedition.
If it was any other situation, Sardou would have been more than happy to have his army fight Illidan to the death.
Not now!
The other side had sent out two chief-level big shots at the same time, pressuring the powerhouses on this side to the point of suffocation.
Not to mention the sudden appearance of the demigod Illidan!
Thrall turned his head abruptly and met Walen's eyes.
Both parties nodded in unison.
"Gruul!"
"Holy Light! Punish it! "
Thrall's ultimate move was to call his underlings! He didn't let the Dragon Slayer Gruul enter the Black Temple because his body was too large. Once he entered, the predecessor of the Black Temple, the Temple of Karabor, which was extremely precious to the Draenei, would no longer exist.
Walen, on the other hand, emitted a bright golden light. He wanted to use all the power of Holy Light in his body to directly destroy the Soul Box. He wanted to break the shackles of the Soul Box in one go!
This was not an easy decision to make.
But in front of a strong enemy, they had no choice at all.
Thrall shouted the call through the magic communication device and was immediately received by Gruul. For a moment, there was a terrifying roar from far and near outside the temple.
Gruul, this terrifying ancient beast, was rushing over at high speed. He was like a King Kong, climbing up from the outer wall of the temple.
In just five seconds, there was a loud "crack" on the outer wall closest to the west side of the temple. A crack appeared on the seemingly hard and thick outer wall, and then the crack turned into cobweb-like cracks. In the next moment, the wall exploded, and a strong earthy yellow light shone in from the outside.
The building structure of the temple collapsed due to the strong impact. The 30-meter-tall pillars that required at least three people to wrap their arms around collapsed like building blocks. The huge floor tiles stacked up layer by layer like broken waves.
It was just Gruul's first hit on the wall, but the shock wave caused by the surging force blew many ordinary Orc Warriors away several times. Some of the unlucky ones were pierced in the neck by sharp stone fragments. When his compatriots tried to cover his fountain of blood, the guy was already finished.
It was at this time that Illidan ignored Walen, who was attacking the Soul Box with a big move.
His figure flashed and disappeared.
When he reappeared, he was standing on the back of Gruul's huge left hand.
Illidan's action stunned Gruul. 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 suddenly felt that his dignity was being challenged.
Who was he!?
He was the great Lord of the Blade Peak Mountain, the most powerful creature on this planet!
Any existence that came to the Blade Peak Mountain would have to take a detour and pray not to offend his dignity.
A mere little thing dared to provoke him?
Gruul opened his mouth full of fangs and let out a deafening roar at the little thing.
"Roar!" It was a roar that would make even a giant dragon tremble in fear!
In the next moment, Gruul suddenly raised his arm. He wanted to smash Illidan into the top wall of the temple.
He could almost see Illidan being smashed into meat paste.
However, Illidan only raised his left hand. The slender arm unique to the Night Elves held against the top wall of the temple out of thin air. This hand seemed to have an invisible magic that could bind the air together, forming a huge and invisible pillar that firmly resisted Gruul's great strength.
Gruul's terrifying brute force that could overturn rivers and seas seemed to have hit the ground. No matter how violent his strength was, he could not move Illidan to the top of the temple in the slightest.
Illidan's mouth curled into a sneer.
"A beast that only knows how to use brute force dares to call himself a king!?"
As his voice fell, a dark green light exploded from Illidan's body.
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