Even though the generals of the Ilidare clans were different, they still rushed over at this time.

"Mr. Illidan, I received an order saying that you are going to launch an expedition? We have ruled the entire outer realm. Isn't that enough? Where are you going now? Please give us a clear reply." The four blood elves of the Illidarre Council looked at each other, and finally asked by the crusher Gascios.

The four of them stood side by side, but in fact they were not very loyal to Illidan.

There is no news from Prince Kelthas now. Instead, Silver Moon City lets them know what has happened recently through some mages' private channels. Their reaction is typical at a loss.

For the sake of the tribe members in the Dark Temple, they dared not rebel blatantly, and they once swore allegiance to Illidan. The oath in the elf values ​​is much heavier than the oath of human beings. They will not betray easily, but they just stayed in the Dark Temple with an awkward identity and could only deal with some trivial matters to pass the time.

Illidan's disdainful gaze swept across the four, and he looked at the demon, the Death Knight and Naga.

At this time, Ilidare simply said that his strength was indeed not weak. Before throwing away the Hellfire Peninsula and Zanga Swamp, the title of King of the Outlands was veritable.

While Prince Kelthas and Vasqi left the Dark Temple, Illidan each left some of their elite soldiers.

When Vasqi retreated to the Dark Temple, he brought back a large number of Naga and the Broken Ones.

At this time, there were five thousand Nagas and two thousand blood elves in the Dark Temple, all of which were elites in their respective tribes. The number of demons who surrendered him exceeded one thousand. Under the leadership of Miss Saherath, he would also provide some combat power for Ilidare.

The remaining troops are orcs. There are more than ten orc clans of varying sizes. The largest Shadow Moon clan has more than 1,500 warriors. If necessary, you can temporarily arm two thousand soldiers. The smallest one is less than a hundred people from Talon. The Blood Demon clan just formed by the Blood Demon. Illidan looks down on the orcs, but the orcs will provide him with a large amount of cannon fodder, which is also an indispensable force now.

"Did I not explain it clearly? Lord Illidan, please answer my question, where are we going?" Garcios, the crusher, asked again.

Illidan said sinisterly: "The name does not matter."

His tone made Garcios the crusher very dissatisfied, and the blood elf frowned: "What's there that you need?"

Of course Illidan would not tell the truth. He said that Argus was the base camp of the Burning Legion? This answer was too crazy. Just relying on the little force in their hands to kill the base camp of the Burning Legion in one breath? I was dreaming!

Even tool people are not so obedient, let alone subordinates with different minds.

Illidan tilted his head and looked at the crusher Garcios. The other party did not give in and he must have an answer.

"It's just a world destroyed by the Burning Legion. We need to preserve our troops and withdraw before the arrival of the Alliance and the Horde Alliance. Are you satisfied with my answer? Garcios." He said coldly.

The four blood elves of the Illidarre Council did not believe him at all. Duchess Marand sneered: "Lord Illidan's demon hunters have been attacking everywhere. I found that after each action, their number will be reduced by a part. Is it because Lord Illidan's direct subordinates too weak, or are those worlds too dangerous?"

Her question was quite sharp, and the demon hunters who always thought they were extremely righteous all over her 'glifted' her.

Marand didn't care at all. How crazy she had to follow Illidan to some distant world. The alliance and the tribe came? If you can fight, you can fight. If you can't, can't she go back to Silver Moon City directly?

"Is the Illidarre Parliament going to disobey my order?" Illidan stressed.

The four blood elves did not retreat. Although the few of them did not speak, their actions undoubtedly showed that they meant that.

Illidan suddenly pulled out the Essinos Blade, and his devil's feet stepped on the ground with his feet, and his body approached the Dukema Marand like an arrow. The extremely sharp Blade drew a arc and cut directly towards her neck.

This move was fast and fast, and everyone did not expect that he would dare to take action directly.

"Damn!" The Dukewoman is not a weak chicken without the power to fight back. Unlike Vanessa's female dark maid Miranda, in Lordaeron, it is unforgivable to use shadow energy openly. The Dukewoman Marand, who is in the outer realm, does not have such problems. Azeroth's values ​​cannot affect her. Her shadow energy is very smooth, her figure is blurred, and she instantly retreats five meters. The spell in her hand thrusts at Illidan like a whip.

The other three blood elves of the Illidarre Council also reacted. They either drew weapons or used magic to attack Illidan together, hoping to rescue their companions.

"It's really interesting. The end of the blood elves seems to have arrived? My respected master, let me help you." With a burst of ecstasy laughter, Miss Shaherath held several long swords in his hand and prepared to join the battle.

The more chaotic the situation was, the happier she was. Seeing the crusher Garcios hit Illidan's head with a hammer, she raised her sword to help with parry.

"My respectful master, let me! You!" She looked at the sharp green blade that pierced from her chest in shock. It was the Essinos Blade? There was still a mockery as usual on the corner of her mouth, but the incredible thing that came out of her eyes was that Illidan wanted to kill herself? What are the benefits of killing herself?

She wanted to argue a few words, but she wanted to ask why?

"Because I'm going to Argus," Illidan whispered in the mistress's ear, and then he shouted, "All the devils deserve to die!" Illidan faced the blood elves' puzzled eyes and cut off Miss Shaheras's head with a knife, then poked out his left hand and crushed the other party's heart.

Miss Saherath died so much that she could no longer die. Demons of her level would be resurrected in the twisted void, but it would take a long time to resurrect. For Illidan, who was on the string, he was no longer worried that she would go to inform him.

As for why he killed Miss Shahrath, it was very simple. He wanted to attack Argus, the base camp of the Burning Legion. No matter how big his heart was, he could not bring a lot of demons!

The four blood elves retreated together. They all thought Yilidan was crazy. Otherwise, how could he kill the general when the alliance and the tribe were about to come to the door? It doesn't make sense!

The completely confused blood elves stood together and looked around carefully. In their eyes, the people around them seemed to be enemies.

"Ilidare!" Yilidan shouted, and the demon hunters all drew out their weapons.

Illidan looked at the sky covered by evil energy above the Dark Temple: "Kill all the demons, and then bring your weapons, our expedition is about to begin!"
Chapter completed!