Akama was terrified upon hearing this, and before he could answer, a green cocoon had already enveloped him.
As night fell, Akama emerged from his cocoon, and a large group of Orcs surrounded him, carrying torches.
Vandel was gone; the Orcs followed his tracks and found Akama.
Eitrigg's face was grim. "Akama, my men are dead, and you're still alive. You know what that means? I'll make you wish you were dead."
Akama collapsed to the ground, terrified and pale as a ghost.
Black Temple.
Illidan gripped Skull of Gul'dan tightly as he listened to Vandel's report.
Vandel recounts in detail how Akama betrayed him; in fact, all the little tricks Akama thought were secret were actually under Vandel's surveillance.
"There's no doubt that Akama has colluded with the Orcs. I can't understand how he can tolerate so much torture from the Orcs without feeling any hatred towards Orcs."
Illidan trusted Vandel so much that he asked directly:
"Since there's enough evidence, why not kill him?"
Vandel calmly replied, "I didn't understand why Akama betrayed us, so I left him with the Orcs, hoping Orcs could give us the answer."
Illidan nodded. Vandel was always prudent in his actions. If Thrall could bewitch Akama, he could also bewitch the others in the Black Temple.
Perhaps we should try to find a way to Thrall by working on Akama, this the Betrayer.
Illidan set down the Skull of Gul'dan and stood up. "I think I know why, Vandel. Do you remember my instructions on how to introduce the Demon Hunters to your people?"
Vandel paused slightly before replying, "Many die on the spot when Fel is forcibly infused. Only a few pass the trial and become Demon Hunters, possessing Demons power within them, and are at risk of madness at any moment."
"But what is the truth?" Illidan asked.
Vandel said gratefully, "Fel is very safe. Apart from giving us power, it has no side effects, and no one has died from it."
Illidan smiled faintly, "Do you know why I made you lie to the outside world?"
Vandel shook his head. If the truth about the Demon Hunters were revealed, more Elves would join the Black Temple.
This is a win-win situation for Elves and the Black Temple.
Illidan said solemnly, "Of all the races I know, Elf elves have the best affinity for Fel, followed by the Eredar. In comparison, Orcs accept Fel will go mad. Back then, the Eredar accepted Fel and embarked on a path of conquest, while the Draenei led by the Prophet Velen became tragic interstellar wanderers. Why is that?"
Vandel whispered, "Holy Light."
Illidan nodded:
"The Holy Light and the Void are locked in a standoff, with Fel being a newly joined third faction. This is a situation the Holy Light does not wish to see. The only thing that can sway Akama is his faith: the Holy Light."
Vandel took a deep breath. "Therefore, the Army of the Light is our enemy."
Illidan said helplessly, "The Elves possess exceptional talent, enough to make them stand out in the entire universe, but their hands and feet are tied. If too many Elves accept Fel, it will definitely provoke the intervention of the Army of the Light. We only have one way out: to go to a world that the Holy Light cannot affect."
"The Broken Abyss, Mardum," Vandel answered.
In Orgrimmar, Thrall enjoyed a delicious beef hotpot while watching an interesting experiment.
The royal apothecary from Undercity demonstrated exceptional soul techniques.
Akama was suspended in mid-air, subjected to countless tortures, and his consciousness was on the verge of collapse. The great apothecary Faranell then forced him to drink a dark potion.
"Your Excellency, Warchief," Faranell introduced his dark invention, "This potion can strip Akama of his soul, turning him into a puppet; he will become your dog."
Thrall grinned maliciously, "I haven't had a fun toy in ages since Grom Hellscream died."
Hanging in the air, Akama let out a bloodcurdling scream, his body trembling violently like a snake whose skin had been peeled off.
His trembling became faster and faster, and soon a shadow appeared over his body.
A black line shot out from the palm of the great apothecary Faranell's hand, sticking tightly to the shadow and pulling it forcefully.
More pharmacists joined in, pulling hard on the black thread, tearing Akama's soul apart.
With a sharp scream, a blurry shadow detached from Akama.
"It's a success!" Faranell exclaimed with delight. "As expected of the Draenei! I've experimented with hundreds of races in Azeroth and failed every time."
Akama struggled to open his eyes, looking down at the motionless shadow below—his soul, a part of him.
Having lost part of his soul, Akama felt empty, as if he were just an empty shell.
"Very interesting." Thrall clapped his hands in approval, his appetite whetted, and he bit off the neck of the Tauren beside him.
"How do we control this soul?" Thrall asked with interest.
Faranell said respectfully, "This part of the soul has no memories of Akama, it's like a newborn baby. I will brand your name on it."
"Hurry up and get started, I can't wait to get my hands on this new toy!" Thrall said excitedly.
A green vortex appeared behind Thrall's head, and a strong arm reached out. The palm, as big as a fan, grabbed Thrall's head and forcefully pressed his head into the hot pot.
Everyone around was stunned. Seeing this, Eitrigg quickly hid under the table.
A strong figure struggled through the Portal, his body as powerful as an Ogre, with a large tail trailing behind him.
The green Fel energy, the smell of sulfur and blood—undoubtedly, this belongs to a general of the Burning Legion.
Thrall struggled for a long time, but soon his limbs went limp and he collapsed onto the table.
The Burning Legion's general grabbed Thrall's head and began to gnaw on it, then reached out to grab the Orcs inside the tent.
The Orcs were frozen in fear, too afraid to move, and let him devour them.
Having devoured over a hundred Orcs, the Legion commander let out a satisfied burp.
"Don't worry, your Warchief won't die. Let me introduce myself. I am Mannoroth, formerly Archimonde's Adjutant. Thanks to Lord Kil'jaeden's promotion, I was ordered to enter Azeroth to assist you in your fight against Illidan."
Eitrigg smiled obsequiously and said cautiously, "Greetings, Lord Mannoroth."
This was the first time he had ever seen Demons Lord in human form, Mannoroth slapped Thrall on the head hard.
Despite losing his face, Thrall came back to life and, ignoring the excruciating pain on his face, hurriedly knelt on the ground.
Mannoroth pointed at Shade of Akama: "This guy is still somewhat useful, Thrall. You don't mind handing him over to me, do you?"
"It's my honor." Thrall tried to force a smile, but failed.
Mannoroth said smugly, "Lord Kil'jaeden personally wove a net for Illidan, and now it's time to close it. You must not underestimate him; Illidan is not so easy to deal with."
As he spoke, Mannoroth's brow darkened as he recalled the time he was thoroughly humiliated by Illidan.
"I will follow your orders, sir," Thrall said obsequiously.
Mannoroth said coldly, "Illidan is powerful and his strategies are flawless, but unfortunately, his greatest weakness is his pride."