Eitrigg was prepared and said meekly:
"My Savior, all I need is one Blood Elf knight, and I can make Talon Bloodlord wish he were dead."
For Talon Bloodlord's rotting body, the Holy Light was the most terrible poison.
Thrall laughed heartily, "Good, I trust you to handle things."
Before long, Talon Bloodfiend's inhuman screams echoed throughout Shadowmoon Village, as he wept like a child.
The Orcs discussed amongst themselves, most of them revealing a mocking expression.
"That scream is awful. Pigs scream like that when I slaughter them."
"Everyone said Talon Bloodseeker was fearless in the face of death, but it turns out he's a coward. What a disappointment."
"Only the great Savior Thrall is a true warrior. Talon Bloodseeker is a disgrace to the Orcs."
"That's right, Talon Bloodseeker doesn't deserve to be Orcs at all, he's just as cowardly as those whining Draenei."
Three days later, only Talon Blood Demon's black skeleton remained, hanging on a flagpole and swaying in the wind.
Thrall summoned a skilled craftsman to infuse the Doomhammer with the broken soul of Talon Bloodlord.
The Flames relentlessly seared his soul, twisting it into a vengeful spirit that fueled the Doomhammer.
In the Black Temple, Rakeesh and his many subordinates sat bored on their chains.
Opposite them, a mysterious human woman commanded the dense, forest-like vines, never letting up for a second.
Rakeesh wanted to launch a surprise attack, but he didn't have the opportunity.
Thrall Faction's elite Horde have been inside the Council Chamber for some time now, but there's been no movement at all.
Rakeesh glanced at the Eredar Warlock beside him, Warlock used Life Detection Spell and whispered:
"There is only one living person in the Council Chamber; judging from the life energy, it is undoubtedly Illidan."
Rakeesh was overjoyed upon hearing this. Although Illidan was haunted by countless vengeful spirits, he was not someone that the Horde's so-called experts could handle.
The Dreadlord in the party whispered, "Perhaps I should speak with that human woman."
Rakeesh nodded.
The Dreadlord stood beside the metal bridge formed from the Fel Reaver and proclaimed loudly, "If I'm not mistaken, you are Lady Jaina?"
The human woman calmly replied, "Yes and no, it's up to you."
The Dreadlord was taken aback, wondering what this meant, and temporarily suppressed his doubts:
"Jaina, the Horde's warriors have failed. Shouldn't we be allowed to pass? If Illidan doesn't die, we can't explain it to anyone."
Jaina, from the future, said unhurriedly:
"I know that whether Illidan lives or dies, I will demand payment from Thrall, especially since the challenge qualification isn't sold to Thrall alone."
"What do you mean?" The Dreadlord was stunned for a moment.
Jaina raised her hand again, and another Portal opened, from which an Alliance team emerged.
The leader was a middle-aged man with a full black stubble, a burly build, a face full of fat, and a scar on his right cheek.
The man, dressed in a set of gleaming gold armor with two exquisitely crafted lion heads on his shoulders, nodded smugly at Jaina.
The Dreadlords are very familiar with the customs of Azeroth, and Stormwind City is symbolized by the lion.
The Lionheart Armor is reserved for the royal family of Stormwind City.
Unfortunately, the House Wrynn is small, Prince Anduin is just a teenager; the person before him is definitely not King Varian.
Seeing the Dreadlord's puzzled expression, Jaina calmly said:
"Let me introduce you. This is the King Varian, the Prince of Stormwind City."
"Impossible." The Dreadlord curled his lip. "King Varian was born ten years before the Dark Portal. This guy is clearly over forty, older than King Varian."
Jaina said calmly, "This Prince is Varian's Bastard Son. He was sent ten thousand years ago when he was seven years old to participate in the War of the Ancients, where he defeated Sargeras and the Void Lords, saved Azeroth, and gained the support of many nobles in Stormwind City. If he can take Illidan's head, he can shed his Bastard Son status and become the King of Stormwind City."
The Dreadlord shook his head and said to Rakeesh, "Humans are truly terrifying."
Rakeesh grinned. "A vivid imagination enough to deceive even oneself in the end; hopeless."
Behind the Lionheart Armor Prince were more than a dozen tall and imposing Vrykul, as well as several walking cannons developed by the Gnomes; they seemed very well prepared.
"Illidan, your end has come." The Prince led the way into the Council Chamber, and the Alliance members filed in, soon falling silent as well.
After a long pause, the Eredar Warlock said, not without surprise:
"The Alliance held out longer, not because they were stronger than the Horde, but because Illidan was exhausted."
The Dreadlord chuckled wickedly, "Jaina, what reward has this human Prince promised you?"
"Darkshire and Westfall." Jaina squinted.
"It's a pity he failed and couldn't keep his promise. Fortunately, the deposit satisfied me. It 'Lionheart Shield, a legendary item Legendary heirloom of the House Wrynn."
"Wise lady," the Dreadlord said earnestly, "Both the Alliance and the Horde have failed. I think it's our turn to talk."
Jaina gently shook her head. "The time is not yet right, please wait a moment."
Another Portal opened, Dreadlord was completely taken aback. This time, a group of Mag'har Orcs emerged from the Portal.
"A mere Mag'har Orcs dares to challenge Illidan? He's utterly overestimating himself." The Dreadlord trembled with rage.
"The Mag'har Orcs paid a heavy price," Jaina with a soft laugh.
Compared to the luxurious equipment of the Alliance and the Horde, these Mag'har Orcs were poorly equipped, many of them shirtless, and their weapons were wooden clubs and stones.
"For Outland, for the future of the Mag'har Orcs, for the great Lord Kargath."
The Mag'har Orcs, full of vigor, roared as he charged into the Council Chamber, and soon fell silent.
The Eredar Warlock shrugged. "Instant kill."
Just as the Dreadlord was about to speak, Jaina opened another Portal.
"Adventurers of Azeroth," Jaina explained, "Elites selected from Azeroth's largest guilds, eager for the honor of killing Illidan."
"They're courting death!" the Dreadlord.
The Dreadlord was right; the adventurers of Azeroth lasted only slightly longer Mag'har Orcs.
"This is the last Portal," Jaina said with regret. "The Gnoll in Gadgetzan Goblin too little, the gnolls in the Redridge Mountains didn't have the money, and the Yetis in Winterspring weren't willing to offer their treasured pelts."
A large group of Murlocs emerged from the Portal and charged into the Council Chamber with a "whoosh whoosh" sound.
The Dreadlord breathed a sigh of relief, "Jaina, the Murlocs all have a chance to challenge Illidan, how can we show favoritism? Tell me, what conditions do you want?"
Jaina Anjing for a moment, then softened her tone and said, "The Alliance and the Horde, the Mag'har Orcs, the adventurers and Murlocs —none of them would dare to renege on their debts. But the Burning Legion is different. I dare not enter Argus Planet to demand my payment. So you must first provide collateral before we can discuss anything further."
The Dreadlord consulted with Rakeesh, but Rakeesh shook his head:
"I don't have any Legendary equipment on me, what can I use as collateral?"
The Dreadlord suggested, "Why not use people as collateral?"