Akama ascended the steps and sensed an unusual Anjing. The twenty-five adventurers below stood motionless, like statues.
"Strict discipline and meticulous attention to detail—such elite troops are rare indeed. The adventurers of Azeroth are truly of high caliber."
Akama suddenly realized something was wrong.
The adventurers' armor was clean; no one was injured, and their clothes were completely undamaged.
"How did you defeat Illidan?" Akama asked skeptically.
The Blood Elf Warrior answered methodically, "Several teams challenged Illidan before us. I saw the Demons of the Burning Legion. To be honest, we haven't had a chance to fight Illidan yet."
So that's how it is. This is exactly the same information Akama received, and there was no more doubt in my heart.
Mysterious Runes were carved on the stone door of the Black Temple's terrace, and the observant Akama secretly figured out how to destroy Rune.
"Come, my people, give your last strength to defeat Illidan."
A group of Draenei spirits emerged from the skull pack carried by Akama, and like manipulated puppets, headed towards the Rune Stone.
The soul self-destructed, and the Runes on the stone gate flickered and spun rapidly.
But that wasn't enough; Rune power flowed, forming a green smiley face that seemed to be mocking Akama.
"Illidan's increased Rune power proves he's too weak to face the mortals who come to challenge him."
Akama, convinced of his judgment, let out a deep, angry roar:
"Only this stone gate remains between me and the Lord of Outland. I will never give up, but I cannot win alone. Udalo, Olum, what are you waiting for? Come and help me!"
Udalo and Olum are both Prophets of the Ashtongue Deathsworn and strong contenders for the leadership of the Ashtongue Deathsworn.
Two Draenei souls appeared beside Akama, their transparent forms bound by black chains.
"Akama, how much longer will you enslave our souls?" Udalo demanded angrily.
Olum said calmly, "Akama, you actually betrayed us to Illidan for the sake of vying for the leadership of the Ashtongue Deathsworn. That's outrageous."
Akama chuckled wickedly, "The victor reigns supreme. Your defeat is inevitable. Go forth and vanish into nothingness."
Udalo and Olum flew unwillingly toward the Runes on the stone gate. Just before they were about to self-destruct, Udalo whispered:
I should have known better than to trust Akama.
Olum sighed, "I deeply regret my past actions. Why did I follow Velen and flee Argus? We've wandered for 25,000 years, and now we've come to this. This is retribution."
The power of the two Prophets ' self-destruction was extraordinary; the Runes on the stone gate shattered.
The stone gate slowly opened, and Akama took a step back. The elite Ashtongue Deathsworn protected Akama firmly in the center.
Twenty-five adventurers were the first to rush onto the terrace, followed closely by the Ashtongue Deathsworn.
"Akama, it seems you have reclaimed your soul." Illidan stood up, looking down at him.
An overwhelming sense of majesty pressed down on Akama, causing his legs to buckle instinctively and nearly causing him to kneel.
Akama keenly sensed that Illidan's presence was extremely weak, and a dense darkness clung to his body.
Listen carefully, and you can hear the screams of countless Orcs in the darkness—a terrible curse that is constantly draining Illidan's life force.
"Lord Illidan, something seems amiss," Akama probed one last time.
Illidan laughed, "Akama, you are indeed cautious enough. Yes, the wraiths are causing me unbearable pain. I could easily kill all the Orcs scattered throughout Shadowmoon Valley, but the backlash from the wraiths would tear my body and soul apart. Tell me, Akama, are you willing to seize this opportunity?"
"I want to hear the opinions of mortals," Akama said calmly.
The adventurers of Azeroth examined their weapons and armor, surrounding Illidan in the center.
Illidan's expression was very strange; he just stared at Akama, and finally shook his head.
"Mortal strength is insufficient to defeat me, even with the addition of your deformed brethren."
Sensing Illidan's determination, Akama instinctively took a step back.
Seeing that Illidan remained motionless, Akama thought it was just a bluff, and with great difficulty, she mustered her courage:
"We will end your reign, Illidan! From this day forward, I am the Lord of Outland, the King of the Black Temple."
Illidan tilted his head and looked at Akama: "Didn't you see the Orcs like a tide in Shadowmoon Valley? If I fall here, how will you withstand the Orcs' onslaught?"
Akama's small eyes gleamed with cunning. "Thrall is nothing but a piece of trash. The fate of Outland will be decided by the Holy Light and the Burning Legions."
"So you already made a deal with A'dal." Illidan grabbed the Warglaives of Azzinoth. "Unfortunately, you weren't ready."
Two Warglaive flew out, spinning rapidly, heading towards the Ashtongue Deathsworn, leaving a trail of blood.
More than twenty Ashtongue Deathsworn were cut in half at the waist, howling in agony.
In an instant, Akama recalled harvesting wheat on a certain planet.
Akama was terrified and hurriedly ran backward. He didn't have time to see what was happening behind him and tumbled down the steps.
From afar, Illidan could be heard saying regretfully, "I'm so weak. I thought I could kill these deformed creatures in one fell swoop."
The sound of clashing weapons came from the terrace; Akama could even distinguish the piercing sound of the Warglaives of Azzinoth cutting through armor and slicing into a human body.
At the same time, Illidan let out a muffled groan, as if he had been struck by magic.
"What should I do? Illidan may be weakened, but I'm still no match for him. He's just too powerful."
Akama closed the stone door to the terrace tightly, sat down with his back against it, and regretted his betrayal.
"Why not flee to Shattrath City and seek A'dal's protection? No, I've lost my usefulness, A'dal won't let me go."
"These mortals can only buy me a little time. If they wait until Illidan lifts the curse of the vengeful spirits and regains his strength, then it will be my death."
Akama was on the verge of tears when a person suddenly appeared in her mind.
Maiev the Watchers.
Maiev imprisoned Illidan for ten thousand years; she seems to have a way to deal with Illidan.
"Yes, Maiev and her Watchers are my last hope; they can definitely defeat Illidan."
Akama regained his confidence and ran towards the prison Watchers were imprisoned.
Passing by the Pleasure Gardens, Akama was surprised to find Maiev leading a group of Watchers to her.
"How did you escape? How did you get through the Orcs' lines of defense?" Akama asked, puzzled.
Maiev's eyes widened. "The Legion Demons guarding the prison have left, and four mysterious figures have opened the cell doors and created Portals leading directly here."
Akama was secretly pleased, but feigned anxiety and said, "Come with me quickly, Illidan is about to escape."
Maiev led the Watchers on their unhurried journey, asking questions as they went:
"Akama has defeated Illidan. Who will be the master of the Black Temple?"
Akama paused, then said, "Maiev, this isn't the time to talk about this."
Maiev stopped and looked at Akama with a smile:
"While hunting down Illidan is my duty, I will never risk my life for someone else in vain."
"When did the Night Elves become so cunning?" Akama asked, furious and heartbroken.
"Maiev, what do you want?"