Velen trembled with fear, momentarily overwhelmed by Illidan's imposing presence, and was speechless.
Illidan stood with his hands behind his back, arrogantly declaring, "As long as Velen is killed, the Army of the Light's plan will surely fail, and Azeroth will be safe. Ogres and Orcs are nothing but small fry; they can't cause any real trouble. For the sake of Azeroth, let me slay this villain on your behalf."
Having said that, Illidan shot out two beams of light from his eyes, fixing Velen in place. His arm suddenly shot out, and sharp claws reached for Velen's head.
Although he was called a nobody, Mar'gok secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the crisis was finally over.
"Wait."
It was Durotan who spoke up to stop them, clutching the golden orb tightly, drawing courage from the Ancestral Spirit.
Durotan was determined to resurrect the Kobold Empire using the Ancestral Spirit, Illidan was his greatest enemy. Once he recognized this, he stood on the opposite side without hesitation.
Knowing he was powerless to withstand Illidan's attack, a giant hand formed from the Ancestral Spirit reached out from the golden sphere and grabbed the nearest Taran Zhu.
Taran Zhu's attention was entirely focused on "Illidan," and she didn't expect the attack to come from beside her. She was suddenly pushed in front of Illidan and faced the claws shrouded in dark energy.
"I'm going to die."
Taran Zhu forgot to resist, her body stiffening with fear.
Knowing he couldn't hurt Taran Zhu, Illidan bypassed Taran Zhu with his claws and continued to claw at Velen's head.
However, this brief delay allowed Velen to break free of his restraints, and a powerful Power of the Holy Light filled his entire body.
Unfortunately, Illidan was too powerful. His claws pierced through layers of Holy Light, easily breaking through the defenses like a knife cutting tofu, and reached for Velen's scalp.
Just as Velen was about to perish on the spot, Velen suddenly stretched out his right hand and blocked Illidan's attack.
Velen's right arm was twisted and deformed, with jagged muscles covered in colorful scales, and his hand resembled a dragon's claw.
Anachronos immediately sensed a powerful Dragonkin aura, and his weakened spirits instantly lifted.
I knew you were colluding with him.
Illidan grinned wickedly, flicked his wrist, grabbed Velen's arm, and then twisted it sharply.
"Ah!"
Velen let out a miserable scream as his dragon claws, covered in thick scales, were torn off.
Illidan tossed the dragon claw aside, and Thunder Bluff trembled as if an earthquake had struck, the dragon claw becoming unusually heavy.
Just then, a majestic voice resounded in Anachronos's mind, carrying an unquestionable authority that far surpassed that of his father, Nozdormu.
"Idiot, what are you waiting for? Stop him!"
Anachronos instinctively obeyed, without a second thought, disregarding his own safety, and rushed behind Illidan.
Illidan had already grabbed Velen's head and could have killed him with just a little more force.
Hearing the sound of wind behind him, Illidan released his grip, turned around, and looked at Anachronos with a smile, asking:
Are you really going to stop me?
Facing Illidan, Anachronos felt a chill run down his spine, but the voice within him wouldn't allow him to refuse, and he mustered his courage to say:
"The evidence against Velen is insufficient; you can't just kill him like that, it's not fair."
"Illidan" laughed mockingly:
"Very well, I relish your folly. Your people, your homeland, your world will all be destroyed because of your decision today, and you will be powerless to stop it. Your soul will forever suffer in the Shadowlands, spending countless years in regret. Alas, ignorant mortals never learn their lesson."
Velen, still shaken, finally recovered and jumped up, roaring, "Illidan, it's you who colluded with the Burning Legion! Your imprisonment for ten thousand years is proof enough!"
Durotan's mind raced, and he quickly came up with a plan, shouting loudly:
"As everyone knows, I am Savior 'Thrall father. Thrall toiled tirelessly throughout his life, saving Azeroth countless times. If it weren't for Thrall, you would all be dead long ago. His words should be the most credible."
Thrall's line of Orcs had long since disappeared from Azeroth, and no one was willing to speak up for Thrall.
However, in order to verbally defeat "Illidan," Anachronos could only say against his will, "Indeed, Thrall merciful and kind; he is the true Savior."
Illidan laughed, "You've done far too many foolish things. Wasn't Thrall's lesson enough for you? Your father was eaten by Thrall."
Anachronos's face darkened. "That's a matter between the Bronze Dragonflight and Thrall. It has nothing to do with you."
Durotan continued, "Thrall once visited Frostfire Ridge and spoke with me about some past events, including the Black Temple."
Everyone's attention was drawn to this; everyone knew about the relationship between Durotan and Thrall, and the two were likely confiding in each other.
Durotan stared at Illidan and said, "I will expose your lies. Thrall told me himself that it was you, Illidan Stormrage, who colluded with the Burning Legion in the Black Temple. You established the Illidari, ostensibly to fight the Legion, but in reality, it was just to eliminate Archimonde's remnants and stabilize Kil'jaeden's rule."
"Is that really true?" Anachronos asked in surprise.
Durotan nodded. "It's absolutely true. Archimonde died in Mount Hyjal, and his old followers are deeply entrenched and unwilling to submit to Kil'jaeden's control. The so-called Illidari Demon Hunters are few in number; most are Kil'jaeden's elite elite."
Anachronos stroked his chin, suddenly realizing, "No wonder. A group of Elves, after only a short training period, were able to overthrow the Burning Legion's stronghold. Are the Legion's defenses made of paper?"
"You know nothing of the Elves ' potential. The Elves are a race favored by the Elune, and their potential surpasses even that of the Eredar." Illidan looked at Velen with sneer, "Unfortunately, the Draenei under your command are even worse than Orcs, a bunch of incompetent trash."
Durotan ignored Illidan and continued, "The Black Temple is teeming with countless Demons. Isn't that obvious enough?"
"Illidan" chuckled and asked, "With Kil'jaeden protecting me, why would I feign death?"
"Because of Sargeras!" Durotan roared furiously, "Sargeras discovered your plot, and you have no choice but to hide in the Shadowlands."
Anachronos feigned a troubled expression. "Now that both sides have conflicting accounts, who should we believe?"
Thinking that he would inevitably have to contend with "Illidan" for Overlord over Azeroth, Chen Stormstout rolled his eyes and said:
"I have a good relationship with Thrall and know Thrall well. He is the greatest hero, the greatest leader of the Horde, and the foremost Horde in the history of Azeroth. I support Thrall."
Taran Zhu immediately seized the opportunity to mock, "Your relationship is indeed close; you've been practically devoured by Thrall."
Illidan's gaze drifted to the chandelier overhead, and he chuckled amusedly, "Durotan, you are not Thrall's father. Do you know what became of Durotan in Outland?"
Anachronos answered on Durotan's behalf, "It is well known that Durotan and his wife were assassinated by Gul'dan's Shadow Council."
Illidan shook his head. "You don't know this, but Durotan and his wife successfully deceived Gul'dan and went into seclusion in Nagrand. Later, Thrall found them and ate them."
Everyone was shocked upon hearing this.
"A lie! This is a slander against the Savior!" Durotan protested loudly.
Illidan smiled at him, "I know you. You're not Durotan, you're his brother, Fenris."