"Perhaps you are still seeking skin from a tiger this time..."
Watching Gazios leave, a deep voice behind Akama slowly said, "Although Karsus is not as cruel and evil as Illidan, he is still an ambitious guy. You can be sure that he will finish dealing with Shattrath."
Will you turn your gun on the Breaker in the end?"
"None of us are good chess players, and sometimes thinking too much or having too big goals may not be a trouble..." Akama did not answer directly, but glanced at Kage, who was already dead.
Just now, this unlucky orc actually clamored to join the coalition of the Broken and the Blood Elves. Unfortunately, Gassios did not have the time to listen to the nonsense of a minor character. To be on the safe side, the Blood Knight cut off his arm immediately.
neck, making this orc with lofty dreams become one of the many resentful souls in the Black Temple.
"But now that you are sitting in the position of a chess player, I'm afraid you won't be able to take any chances next time." The person who spoke appeared from the darkness with a slim figure, and it turned out to be Maiev, the watcher who was previously imprisoned in the dungeon.
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"Shattrath or Sin'dorei, I don't need to tell you which one is more reliable," Maiev said. "If I were you, I would never choose those cunning blood elves..."
Akama glanced at her indifferently and said: "Of course I know what Gaxiosian's intentions are, but the real enemy now is the blind night elf. There is no need for me to do it because of some meaningless
Persist in offending those paranoid sin'dorei."
"Hmph, I hope you can see clearly what kind of race you are dealing with..." Maiev said coldly, handing a simple iron box exuding a dark atmosphere to the Broken One, "Promise to you
I've already done it, but don't be tricked into complaining to me again!"
"I will keep Ms. Watcher's words in mind." Akama smiled slightly and opened the box in his hand. He saw a black object in it beating, as if it had substance.
"Is this what Illidan 'took' from you?" Maiev squinted her almond-shaped eyes and looked at the contents of the box.
"To be precise, it's something in my soul..." Akama muttered a spell silently, and saw the black object rising slowly as if spiritual, stagnating in mid-air for a moment, and sinking into the Broken One like a cloud.
in the chest
"After I led the Graytongue tribe to help Illidan become the master of the Black Temple, he began to show strong distrust towards me," Akama took a deep breath. He had never felt such trust in more than twenty years.
Physical and mental comfort, "In order to prevent the rebellion of the Broken Ones, he used dark power to separate part of my soul from my body, using this as a means to control us to continue to serve him."
"Once I am no longer loyal as the leader of the Gray Tongue Clan, my soul will immediately disappear like flying ashes." The Broken Man explained with a wry smile. Obviously, in addition to protecting the tribe, the reason for working for the Tigers these years also includes him.
Personal selfishness is in it
"Oh...I understand why you are so nervous about this thing," Maiev pursed her lips and did not express any opinion on this, "Then next..."
"Let's proceed as planned," Akama said. "I believe your wheel saw can't wait to drink the blood of the betrayer."
Maiev was stunned when she heard this, and after a while she nodded slowly: "Yes, the hunt for thousands of years has reached its end, and I will finally seek justice for my dead sisters..." She took a deep breath as she said that
, "Let's go, the great sage believes that Illidan himself has waited long enough..."
————————————————————After a moment of silence in the front hall of the Dark Temple, the arrival of another group of guests broke the silence.
Herod led several dwarf hammer shield bearers at the front of the large army, tasked with clearing the way and conducting reconnaissance. As the Wildhammer dwarves who were accustomed to quarreling with the Illidari and the Burning Legion, they were naturally interested in those hiding in the darkness.
The smell of demons is so familiar that no matter how much the opponent ambushes them, they can't hide the intuition of these veterans.
However, along the way, the dwarves did not find any traces of demons. Only the torches burning quietly in the darkness swayed, casting a little light on the mottled walls of the temple.
"It's strange that there aren't even half a devil kid..." A dwarf murmured to himself, "Could it be that all those damn guys have gone underground?"
"Yes, there is no reason why the resistance outside is so fierce, but there is no one inside." The other dwarves were also puzzled by this, and they all turned their attention to Herod. "What should we do now, Major Herod?"
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"Perhaps this is also Illidan's conspiracy?" Herod frowned, saying that he was indeed experienced in fighting the undead, but it was still his first time dealing with demons, so he hesitated and said to the dwarves, "What?
No wait, Lord Regan and the others will come after they have dealt with the body of that big Hellfire. Anyway, we are not in a hurry right now..."
"Sir, look what that is!" Suddenly, a short woman shouted, making everyone's expressions tense.
"Where?" Herod held the battle ax in his hand and looked cautiously in the direction of the dwarf's finger. He saw several corpses of humanoid creatures lying on the ground not far away. Under the dim torch, it was not clear who the deceased was.
What status
"Let's go and take a look!" Herod waved his hand and led everyone forward.
When they got close enough, the dwarves discovered that these were actually the corpses of several Dragonmaw orcs, and one of them died in a terrible state. He was cut open from chest to abdomen, and blood and internal organs were everywhere.
"Why did they die here?" Herod rubbed his chin in confusion, "Could it be that they were fighting among themselves?"
"Perhaps he was killed by his superiors!" A dwarf interjected, "The social classes of demons are very clear. The orcs have always been used as cannon fodder and death squads. It is not impossible that their superiors will become angry because of their failure.
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Herod took a hissing breath, as if he was suffering from a toothache: "Well, maybe this is really the case, these unlucky things... In this way, you protect the scene from being destroyed, and I will report this to Lord Regan..."
"What do you want to report?" Regan's voice came from far away, followed by Kurdran and Tyrande.
"My lord," Herod bowed to the knight, "Have you finished dealing with that big guy?"
"Well, in order to prevent it from being resurrected with magic energy again, Lord Kurdran and I worked together to grind its body into lime powder." Regan spread his hand, and inside was a ball with a blue light shining on it.
The object is about the size of a pigeon egg. "This thing is probably its energy core. I heard from people who know it what it should be called... Although the entropic energy stone can no longer drive such a big thing, it should still be good as a weapon enchantment."
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As he spoke, the knight threw the stone to Herod, "When this mission is over, find an enchanter, and your broken ax should be upgraded..."
"Um...thank you, sir" Herod touched his nose and said with some embarrassment.
"Okay, you kid, please be more careful when doing things in the future. Just use your brain to think about it. There is no need to do this with me!" Regan smiled and punched his tough guy, winked and said, "Say
Tell me, what did you find?"
"Right in front, sir," Herod said with a serious look on his face, stepped aside and raised his chin towards the corpse of the orc, "Several Dragonmaw orcs were killed, but the reason is still unclear..."
"Oh?" Regen was slightly startled, "Were you killed here?"
"Yes, sir, please take a closer look." Herod led a group of people to the corpse and said, "Looking at them, they seemed to be quite scared before they died. They must have encountered some extremely powerful person."
Kurdran stepped forward, knelt down and rolled the orc's eyelids: "It's true, I was so scared that my pupils almost turned into chrysanthemums...Huh?" The dwarf was stunned when he saw a corpse with no obvious injuries.
, "It's strange, this guy obviously resisted before he died, so why was he strangled to death?"
"Should it be normal for someone to be strangled to death if they are unable to resist?" Sophie interjected.
"No..." Kurdran clapped his hands and stood up, "Have you noticed that except for this guy who had his throat bone broken, the others were all killed with one knife. Logically speaking, murderers rarely use two methods.
The above methods are used to deal with the same group of people, so why is this guy alone treated differently?"
"Well..." Regen frowned and nodded, "Unless...there is not just one murderer."
"So, this is by no means a simple internal strife!" Kurdran and Regan smiled at each other, "It seems that there must have been changes within the demons that we did not expect!"
Tyrande nodded slightly and said, "The two analyzes make sense... So why do you think the demons kill each other?"
"It's hard to say," Kurdran stroked his gray-black beard. "Although I saw two high-ranking commanders of the Burning Legion exchanging words in front of the battlefield because of leadership issues, now we are dealing with
After all, they are a standardized army under Illidan. It is difficult for me to be sure that the struggle for power is definitely the reason for their rebellion... Of course, I do not absolutely deny this factor."
"Perhaps it's because of dissatisfaction with the supreme ruler?" Regan thought for a while, raised his head and said, "At this moment, the Dark Temple has been breached from the outside, and the composition of the Illidari army is extremely complex. We have reason to predict these
Some different voices have begun to arise within the selfish race..."
"It's different?" Tyrande's heart tightened, "Is it because of Illidan..."
"Not bad!" Regen narrowed his eyes and said with a playful expression, "Maybe before we reach the throne of the traitor, this temple has already turned into a volcano that will roar and erupt at any time!"