Doom Volcano, at the top of the Gul'dan's Hand.
The Naga Legion left through Portal, Maiev's Watchers surrendered and were taken to a new prison.
Illidan led Anachronos and the others back to the Black Temple, leaving Vandel and the Broken to clean up the mess.
Akama stood before the Altar, above the crater on the mountain, where the previously illusory Portal had become stable.
Countless Runes swirled, forming a Maelstrom at the center of the Portal.
Looking up at the enormous portal, Akama began to realize that this was not just a trap for Maiev.
This Portal was one of Illidan's objectives; the Fel and Elemental Power of Gul'dan's Hand powered the Portal.
He could clearly sense that the Portal led to a distant world.
"Not enough souls," Vandel said with a smile. "The Naga's souls are only enough to stabilize the Portal; we need more."
Akama tentatively asked, "Where does the Portal lead?"
Vandel smiled and said, "The future."
Akama knew her place in Illidan's heart; she couldn't compare to Vandel's.
All he knew was that this Portal could absorb souls, and once enough souls were gathered, the Portal would open, and who knew what kind of monsters would rush out.
It could be Demons from the Burning Legion, or some unknown powerful being.
Illidan's unfathomable wisdom and flawless strategies left him feeling powerless.
Akama shook his head, only able to manage a wry smile.
A Fel Orcs passed by Akama and bumped into his shoulder hard.
Akama was furious and about to explode when he noticed a note in his hand and suppressed his anger.
Avoiding Vandel's gaze, Akama secretly glanced at the note; a name was written on it.
"Atani!"
He's not dead yet.
Akama's heart sank, but at the same time, a glimmer of hope arose; this might be an opportunity.
He knew how to get to Atani.
Black Temple, Court of Pleasure.
A beautiful Blood Elf moved among the crowd, while a sexy human woman smiled alluringly.
Anachronos stared at the wine in his glass, ignoring the Blood Elves and humans, his gaze lingering on a female Orcs.
The Imperator Mar'gok and Durotan were also staring at the few female Orcs.
Even the Prophet Velen cast a curious glance at the female Orcs.
Illidan understood immediately. He waved his hand, and the Blood Elves and human women were all dismissed, replaced by sexy female Orcs.
Anachronos immediately beamed and repeatedly raised his glass to Illidan.
The wine doesn't intoxicate, but the person gets drunk on their own. Mar'gok quickly became dizzy, his two heads shaking together.
Durotan hadn't felt this relaxed in a long time, embracing an Orcs woman and whispering sweet nothings to her.
Velen, surrounded by several Orcs women, got completely drunk.
After a few rounds of drinks, Illidan said with a smile:
"Fellow time travelers, are you satisfied with the hospitality of my Black Temple? Let's get down to business."
Anachronos's tongue seemed to have shortened, so he spoke fluently:
"Illidan, we truly don't want to be your enemy; we just want to get time back on track."
"I understand," Illidan said seriously. "I have a deep understanding of time and didn't want to disrupt it. According to your records, not long after, a group of adventurers stormed the Black Temple, and then I was defeated. To be honest, I find it hard to accept such an ending."
Anachronos smiled and shook his head, "These are just lies to deceive the world, don't take them seriously. As for the truth, probably no one knows. We are here to find the truth as well."
"No, I'm determined to make it the truth." Illidan looked around at the four. "This requires your cooperation."
Durotan lifted his head from the Orcs woman's embrace. "Illidan, you're a really good man, but Thrall is cunning and treacherous; he might not be easy to deal with."
Velen dismissed the enthusiastic female Orcs: "Well, what if Thrall refuses to cooperate?"
Illidan confidently stated, "Thrall has the Burning Legion's help. I can roughly guess what methods they'll use. Don't worry, I'm prepared."
"So how do we need to cooperate?" Anachronos asked.
Illidan toyed with the silver ring he'd seized from Maiev: "Continue your mission, go excavate the Titans Relics. I have my own plans."
Shattrath City, Lower City.
Akama confirmed that no one was following him and entered a simple wooden hut.
In the lavishly furnished room, Akama met Khadgar again.
Khadgar, disguised as Draenei, smiled faintly.
"Akama, you betrayed me, and what did you get in return? I think you should know by now that Illidan never trusted you; he was just using you."
Akama asked in a trembling voice, "Who exactly are you?"
"Why would you ask such a question?" Khadgar asked, puzzled.
"Do you know who I encountered?" Akama's face contorted, his teeth clenched. "Right at the Gul'dan's Hand volcano, four people stopped Maiev."
Khadgar nodded. "This was not an accident."
Akama exclaimed in horror, "One of those four is Orcs, one wields the power of time—I suspect he's Bronze Dragonflight in human form—and the other is a two-headed Ogre."
"Then what?"
"The fourth person is disguised," Akama said anxiously. "But I can already recognize him; he is the Prophet Velen, yet he is not the Velen of Exodar."
Khadgar looked surprised. "You're very observant."
Akama stared intently at Khadgar: "You share the same aura, the Holy Light, and another kind of Evil power, very similar to Illidan's."
Khadgar produced a bright green Orcs head. "You mean this!"
"Skull of Gul'dan, damn it, where did you get it?" Akama jumped up in surprise.
"Not every Orcs's head is called the Skull of Gul'dan," Khadgar chuckled. "Even the skull in Illidan's possession didn't belong to Gul'dan. We have Bronze Dragonflight among us; can't you guess where we come from?"
"You are not from this era!" Akama said coldly. "You come from the future."
Khadgar clapped his hands and exclaimed, "Brilliant! Now you know what kind of help you refused!"
Akama's gaze softened, becoming gentle. "Listen to me, I didn't betray you intentionally; I was forced into it."
"Do you think I'd still believe you?" Khadgar said with a smile in his eyes. "I invited you here to verify one thing."
"What?" Akama felt a chill run down his spine.
"Just how powerful is the ability to restore time? What would happen if I killed you?" Khadgar's voice was filled with murderous intent.
"You dare kill me? This is Shattrath, the City of Holy Light! The Naaru will not let you get away with this!" Akama jumped up in shock and slammed his head against the window.
The window became as hard as steel, and Akama was in excruciating pain. He hurriedly summoned his Elemental Powers, but unfortunately, he could not sense anything.
"This is a sealed space, devoid of anything but Holy Light." Khadgar chuckled smugly. "I am a priest of the Legion of Light; even the Naaru A'dal has no right to interfere with my actions. Akama, I'd like to see who comes to your rescue."
Power of the Holy Light coalesced on Khadgar's arm, and the golden arm slammed down on Akama.
Akama hurriedly raised his hands to defend himself, and with a crisp cracking sound, his arm broke.
"Don't kill me!" Akama hurriedly knelt down and begged for mercy.
Khadgar ignored him and unleashed a torrent of Power of the Holy Light upon him.