"Yes!" The demon hunters responded in unison.

They were like a group of madmen, jumping down from the top with the help of demons' wings and slaughtering at the demons in the temple.

Illidan looked at the generals: "Where are you?"

Ms. Vasqi's injuries have not healed. When she returned to the deep sea, her injuries will recover faster, but there is no water at all on the Dark Temple.

But she still forced herself to get out of the queue: "You know what I want. No matter where I go, I am willing to accompany you to the end."

Illidan pursed her lips tightly, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she didn't say a word.

"General Naintus, pass my orders and kill the demon!" In order to prove that what she said was true, Vasqi bent her bow and arrow, and attached magic to the arrow, and shot a demon priestess below with one arrow.

Naga's high-level governor Naintus did not want to continue serving Illidan, but he was Vasqi's subordinate. Naga is another group of women dominant. As a male Naga, he dared not disobey the orders and could only bite the bullet and pass on the orders.

The shouts of killing sounded quickly, with demon hunters as the main force and Naga helping, and the demons in the Dark Temple were slaughtered.

I couldn't figure out what happened, but after quick discussions between the Blood Elf Council, it decided to temporarily obey the leader of Illidan. Isn't it just killing the demon? Let's follow and kill.

In the end, even the evil orcs joined the ranks of slaughtering demons. In less than half an hour, all the demons below the Miss Mother of Shaherath were awarded their titles.

"Bring that guy up." Illidan waved his hand vigorously.

It took a short time, a metal box that was more than two meters high and was dragged to the top of the temple by demon hunters using magic chains.

This is the soul box, which was originally a magical artifact of the Delaney people. They kept the souls of the elite tribe in the box, and with the help of the power of the artifact, these great souls will be immortal.

Unfortunately, this artifact was finally fallen into the hands of the orc warlock Guldan, who used a large number of souls that died tragically by the orcs, bloodthirsty souls and evil magic to corrupt the artifact, but he could not control the soul box, and finally left this thing in the temple of darkness.

Orcs, Burning Legion, and Illidan took turns to fight. The artifact changed hands several times, and finally fell into Illidan's hands.

"Pain! Wail! Hate!" At this time, the Soul Box is like a collection of negative emotions, constantly venting the anger and hatred that cannot be released in its own way.

This thing has almost no consciousness of its own, and many souls are mixed together, and the negative emotions emitted by even the strong-willed demon hunter is a little uncomfortable.

"What a dirty creature, just use your power to open the last door for us." Illidan was about to open the portal to Argus.

It absorbed the memory and energy in Gul'dan's skull. At this time, Illidan was equivalent to a legendary warlock, and he basically knew how to use the warlock.

Opening the door with your own magic will take shape quickly. The disadvantage is that it is huge loss. If you open the door with external objects, there is almost no loss. The disadvantage is that the portal is slowly forming. Now the Alliance tribe is slow to rub on the road half-deadly, so he doesn't mind using external objects to open the door, because it's not that short of time.

Yilidan's face was full of evil spirits, his muscles swelled, and his body suddenly rose by half a meter.

He spread his huge bat wings, and just looking at his appearance, he was like a complete demon at this moment.

His left hand held the skull of Gul'dan, which had consumed most of his energy, and his right hand slapped the silver-gray lid of the Soul Box.

Illidan used the only energy left in Gul'dan's skull to activate the backhand left by the great warlock in the soul box during his lifetime.

Gul'dan's skull completely exhausted its energy and turned into residue and scattered on the ground, while the soul box let out a terrifying scream.

A cheek made of a completely soul appeared on the side of the box. It seemed to be begging and threatening, but no matter how expression it looked, the iron-like Illidan still followed the established process and used a completely demonized arm to penetrate into the core of the soul box and sacrificed the artifact.

The soul is also powerful, especially countless souls that rely on resentment. This power is detonated from the core by evil energy, and instantly burst out with earth-shaking energy.

"Quick!" Illidan shouted.

The demon hunter quickly took out the Argus Seal and the Sagerit Key Stone, and Illidan introduced the energy from the Soul Box into the Sagerit Key Stone, and then relied on the Argus Seal to locate it.

A huge portal slowly formed, like a giant beast with a big mouth open and waiting for the prey to come to the door automatically.

Illidan had a sneer on his lips, and the demon hunters looked different. Some of them were excited, some were fearful, and all kinds of emotions were different.

Ms. Vasqi stood firmly behind Illidan, as she said herself, no matter where she went, she would follow her to the end.

She also gathered all the Nagas in the Temple Square, as well as the Broken Ones who belonged to her and several fungal giants who had been removed from the Zanga Swamp.

"What about the orc's opinion, my cunning friend? You should be able to see where I'm going, right?"

Illidan looked at Taron, Blood Demon.

"The respected king of the outer realm, the Shadow Council is loyal to the strength from beginning to end. We will be loyal to whoever has the strength. Although I have become like this now, my soul is still an orc, and I still have the pride of an orc."

Taron. Blood Demon pointed at Illidan without hesitation: "I used to think Gul'dan was a god, but unfortunately I was wrong. He was torn to pieces by those demons. God will not shed blood and will not die. He is not a god, he is just a humble mortal."

His tone was full of contempt, and he had no respect or recollection of his teacher at all.

"You, you are the god in my mind now. I know where you are going. Although there is no blood in my body, I am still very excited. Illidan, I will always follow you before you are knocked down. If you fall down, I think I will collect your head, just like him." Talon. The blood demon looked at the ashes on the ground that could no longer see the color. It was the head of his teacher, the great warlock Gul'dan.

Illidan didn't care about his almost provocative attitude: "Then you have to follow closely, I won't stop looking for those who are behind."

"All the evil orcs are willing to fight for you, respected King of the Outlands!" Talon's blood demon's face has been hidden in his hood.
Chapter completed!