Facing the renowned legendary hero Illidan Stormrage, Talon Bloodlord dared not be careless and immediately unleashed his most powerful ability, Death Shadow.
Talon Bloodfiend was originally a Warlock under Gul'dan. The Shadow Council was full of talented people, and Talon Bloodfiend was just an insignificant one among them.
The key to standing out is being more ruthless than others.
After the Orcs conquered the Black Temple, Talon Bloodlord slaughtered everyone in the temple, men, women, and children, sparing not even infants.
His cruelty caught Gul'dan's attention, and the Orcs praised his bravery.
But few know that he used the souls of the Draenei to create the Death Shadow.
On the throne, Illidan remained motionless, while countless shadows appeared behind Talon Bloodseeker, howling and screaming as they were forced to pounce on Illidan.
As these shadows approached Illidan, a massive explosion occurred, like the simultaneous shrieks of hundreds of Banshees, tormenting Illidan's nerves.
"Is this the power you rely on?" Illidan remarked indifferently.
For a fleeting moment, Illidan's figure blurred, but quickly returned to normal.
Although Talon Bloodlord had some doubts, his desire to kill Illidan overcame everything.
The Death Shadows formed by the souls of thousands of Draenei exploded, leaving Illidan instantly weakened.
Talon Bloodlord plunged his War Glaive into Illidan's chest, unleashing a torrent of Fel.
"Illidan, you're nothing special." As Illidan collapsed, Talon Bloodseeker laughed heartily, drew his sword, and severed Illidan's head.
Suddenly, two green Warglaive attacked from behind, and Talon Blood Demon was caught off guard and struck.
The Warglaives of Azzinoth came to protect their master, but they seemed to have arrived too late.
Talon Bloodlord screamed, grabbed Illidan's head, and stormed out the door, pursued relentlessly by a pair of Warglaives of Azzinoth.
A powerful force surged from the throne, and Talon Bloodlord tumbled down from the corridor outside the Council Chamber.
Illidan remained motionless, as if nothing had happened, except that his eye patch was gone.
A pair of golden pupils gleamed with an eerie light, as deep as the universe.
In the Shadow Halls of the Black Temple, Gurtugg Bloodboil commanded his Fel Orcs army to form ranks and repel the green-skinned Orcs' attack.
These Fel Orcs were carefully selected elites from Hellfire Citadel, armed to the teeth, wielding full-body shields covered in barbs, forming an iron wall.
A spear more than ten meters long emerged from the gaps in the shield, its sharp tip gleaming with seven-colored light, possessing at least three enchanted effects.
Countless green-skinned Orcs charged in from the main hall square, recklessly rushing towards the sharp spears, letting the spears pierce their chests.
The spear was soon riddled with Orcs corpses, forcing the Fel Orcs to pull the spear back forcefully, causing the corpses to fall off, before returning it to its original position.
This simple action was draining the Fel Orcs's strength.
The Illidari Council commands the Black Temple's most prized mage forces, providing magical support to the Fel Orcs or restoring their stamina.
Illidan had a large number of the Burning Legion soldiers under his command. They were originally Archimonde's confidants, but after Archimonde's fall, they had nowhere else to turn but to Illidan, where they cooperated with the Fel Orcs.
The Black Temple side held an absolute advantage in both equipment and the individual strength of its soldiers.
However, the green-skinned Orcs had the advantage of being inexhaustible, and the two sides were temporarily locked in a stalemate.
In a secluded corner on the second floor of the Black Temple, a hidden door quietly opened.
Rakeesh, son of Velen and general of the Burning Legion, led a dozen or so of his trusted men and secretly slipped out through a hidden door.
Only Velen knew about this secret passage; the Draenei craftsmen who built it were all secretly executed by Velen.
Rakeesh looked around. It was a warehouse filled with miscellaneous items, and the foundation of the Black Temple was not far away.
A dark chain ran from the Shadow Hall through the Bloodfiend Hall, all the way to the Council Chamber of the Black Temple.
An Eredar Mage activated a group invisibility spell and whispered, "Illidan is just a Night Elf, a native of Azeroth. Is he worth all this effort?"
Rakeesh scoffed, "What do you know? Even Lord Archimonde couldn't fathom Illidan's origins. Some say he's the World Soul of Azeroth."
"Impossible. According to reliable intelligence, the World Soul of Azeroth is a woman," a Dreadlord laughed.
"Do you really know if Illidan is male or female?" The heavily armored Felguard disagreed. "Think about it, Illidan was imprisoned for ten thousand years, but after he came out, he wasn't in a hurry to find a woman. That's not the reaction a normal man should have. Maybe he's a hot-blooded man on the outside, but a soft-hearted woman on the inside."
"Why do I find what you're saying to make sense?" The Dreadlord scratched his head.
Rakeesh warned in a low voice, "Be vigilant. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Kill Illidan, Outland will be ours."
Although the Burning Legion destroyed thousands upon thousands of worlds, having your own world is not easy.
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and Talon Bloodlord fell from the Council Chamber.
The Eredar Mages reacted extremely quickly. To avoid attracting attention, they cast Levitate on Talon Bloodlord and then used magic to conceal his body.
Guided by the Eredar Mage, Talon Bloodlord slowly fell in front of Rakeesh.
Rakeesh crouched down and carefully examined his wound:
"Judging from the wound, it was inflicted by the Warglaives of Azzinoth, a sneak attack from behind. Ha, Illidan would do something like this. It seems being haunted by vengeful spirits has made him disregard even his dignity."
"This guy's still alive, and he stinks." The Felguard covered his nose, looking disgusted. "What's he holding in his hand?"
Talon Bloodlord lay unconscious, his right hand clutching a severed head tightly.
Its head had a pair of curved demonic horns, a ferocious face, a mouthful of sharp teeth, and a black eye patch.
"Not Illidan's head." Rakeesh laughed. "I see, this is interesting. Illidan is indeed on his last legs, and we had to use illusions to fool him."
The Dreadlord sized up Talon Bloodlord: "According to intelligence, he was bewitched by Eitrigg, Thrall promised to give him Shadowmoon Valley."
Rakeesh's eyes darted around, and he said to the Eredar Mage, "Open a Portal for him and send him to Shadowmoon Village?"
The Eredar Mage didn't understand. "General, why go through all this trouble when you could just kill such a useless piece of trash with a single blow?"
Rakeesh chuckled slyly, "The thought of him falling into despair excites me immensely. How amusing it is to see a ruthless executioner weeping like a baby."
Under the protection of the Eredar Mages, the group climbed upwards along the chains.
At the end of the chain, a short distance is all that is needed to reach the corridor of the Council Chamber.
The distance wasn't far, and it was easily covered by Rakeesh and his group.
"I'll go first."
The fully armed Felguard guard leaped to the highest point, then suddenly plummeted like a shooting star.
The small Fel Reaver extended its chains in time and wrapped them around the Felguard's waist.
The Felguard climbed up the chains and inexplicably scratched his bald head.
"Strange, how can I not jump over such a short distance? Have I gained weight from eating too much lately?"
"Fool, watch this." The Eredar Mage tossed out a few white feathers, then stepped on them and floated through the air.
Suddenly, a feather shattered for no apparent reason, and the Eredar Mage lost her footing and fell to the ground. Fortunately, she had prepared Levitate for herself in advance.
Rakeesh shouted angrily, "Who is it, hiding in the shadows and attacking us from the shadows?"