Every word Kil'jaeden spoke was meant to provoke Illidan. As the leader of the Burning Legion, how could Kil'jaeden not know what Illidan truly thought? But reality was ultimately unforgiving. Illidan had nowhere left to turn now and could only choose him.
It was like a cruel twist of fate. Though he deliberately avoided this person at every turn, the threads of fate still kept him from escaping Kil'jaeden's control. Fortune truly made a complete mockery of him.
"But those self-proclaimed champions of justice in Shattrath won't simply let me leave. They've already marched their forces to the foot of the Black Temple." Illidan did not agree outright. For someone who had lived for over ten thousand years, showing too much delight would only give him away.
Conjuring long-distance interstellar teleportation magic circles took a great deal of time. With so many troops throughout the Black Temple, how long would it take to transport them back to Azeroth? And if the Sha'tar Guard discovered that the situation had changed, they would certainly attack the Black Temple ahead of time.
"They will not interfere with you, because this will be their last breath."
Amid the great demon's wild laughter, a gigantic red body manifested in the void. Kil'jaeden appeared outside the Black Temple.
"Cowardly mortals can only become ashes beneath fel fire in the end."
Just as at Wrenchville in Netherstorm, two enormous masses of fel fire shot from Kil'jaeden's hands. The Sha'tar Altar and the Altar of the Stars, northwest and southwest of the Black Temple respectively, were struck in an instant.
As the Horde advanced, these two camps established by Shattrath had served as beacons in Shadowmoon Valley, bringing a glimmer of light to this sunless land. But now, the two recently established camps were immediately reduced to seas