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In the conference room of the Dark Temple, Illidan stood on the upper end of the circular platform. His staff and messengers with the latest news were kneeling down. The position of the circular platform was theirs on weekdays, but now the betrayer needs to know the news from other regions.

Illidan looked at his palms. He had almost recovered all his energy from Argus's soul journey, and he could not relax now. He needed to continue to move forward and make full use of what he had found. To face Kiljadan, he needed to open the door to the Legion world. He fell into deep thought, so unaware that the Duchess Marand was talking to him.

"What order do you have, Lord Illidan?" Marand was firm in his attitude, with a hint of tension in his tone, trying to attract his attention. Illidan stared at her, and so far, he was still very satisfied. These blood elves still managed the Dark Temple in an orderly manner after knowing that their master had not left after he was defeated.

"What?" said Illidan, showing an angry look.

"A lot, about Hellfire Fortress, Panya Reservoir. Fortress lost, Kagas and Matheriton are dead; Vasqi Girl Tu has been overthrown, and those giant water pumps have been shut down."

The Horde and Alliance have established bridgeheads on the Hellfire Peninsula, and they have plundered the Hellfire Fortress and destroyed Matheridon. In the long run, this defeat will cost him a lot. Without the blood of the Abyss Lord, his legion cannot even create an evil orc.

Panya Reservoir. The image of a large-scale pump station equipped with a large number of magic engines jumped into Illidan's mind. He imagined a pipe that was several miles long passing through the huge underground, thinking about Vasqi's plan to control all water sources in the outer world. That seemed very important at one point.

This was just the latest defeat, and there was a long series of setbacks. Some of them were omitted by Marand. She would never dare to mention Kelthas in front of Illidan. Shatas made a big fuss about the blood elf prince colluding with Kiljadan and came up with a variety of practical evidence. Marand believed that Illidan had heard of it.

But she didn't know what the other person was thinking.

With the rapid development of the situation, it is no longer worth spending more time here. Illidan has more urgent things to worry about.

He will no longer need long-term plans. Everything will be solved soon, and they will be ended in Argus, not in the outer realm. He has mastered the real position of Kiljadan's lair, but he found it in the soul state. Now he needs to teleport an army there in the form of a physical form. Opening such a portal will consume a lot of energy, extremely amazing energy. These days he has thought of many ways, such as how Gul'dan can open the connection between the two worlds, but there is no practical possibility for this idea. There is no dark gate on Argus, and even if there is, there is not enough soul to support the portal. Since that is the case, he can only rely on some powerful magic weapons.

Garcios, the crusher, stood attentively and pounded his breastplate with a powerful fist. "Sir Illidan, what should we do? The Alliance and the Horde are launching a full-scale attack, not only attacking the Burning Legion, but also attacking us. Should we withdraw to the Temple of Darkness and hold on until they are repelled?"

This suggestion sounds good. Now he only has the Dark Temple left in the entire outer realm, and those who regard him as enemies are gathering outside. It is meaningless to stick to other places. Outer realm, Shadow Moon Valley, and even the Dark Temple, Illidan knows in his heart that he doesn't need these things. Whether he can hold on to the Outer realm for more than a few years is simply irrelevant. Everything that happens here is no longer important, unless it is related to this real war. It doesn't matter whether he is the king of the outer realm or not, and it doesn't matter whether he can maintain his rule. All he needs now is time. Having more troops in the temple means he can resist the enemy for a while.

Thinking of this, Illidan couldn't help but get angry. The alliance and the tribe could even throw aside the greater threat.

"Take all necessary measures," Illidan told Garcios. He swung his claws and solemnly announced: "I have something else to do!"

The suffocating quiet filled the conference hall, and all eyes were focused on him. At such an important moment, what is more important than defeating an invading enemy?

Illidan's eyes gradually swept over everyone, Marland, Garcios, and other members of the parliament.

"Go to do everything possible to resist the enemy," he said.

The hall was quieter. The others looked very confused. Illidan's heart was full of anger, and he wanted to whip the suspicious guys.

He calmed down a little, pulled himself back from the brink of the outbreak, and tried to look at the problem from their perspective. They saw only the fiefdom they ruled was occupied and the power slipped away from their hands. They were afraid that their lives would be threatened, and it seemed that their lives had no meaning in front of the army of the alliance and the tribe.

It is not entirely their fault to ignore the overall situation and only get entangled in some details. After all, Illidan has always been too lazy to waste his words and convincing them. He relies on their ambitions and greed, and he can use this to exchange for their loyalty.

"I'm sure you won't let me down," he said.

"As you wish, sir," said Virless Fukukawa, but judging from his tone and the eyes of the staff in the conference hall, it was obvious that they had no other choice than to say so. "We will ensure the safety of the base."

Illidan nodded slightly, then turned around and walked towards the temple rooftop, with a most elite unit under his command waiting for him.

His steps made a dull sound, getting farther and farther away.

"I think this is the last time we've seen him." Villes said after Illidan left, he's always the quietest.

Marand looked at him with horror expression: "You mean we will die? I don't want to die for him."

"Don't be stupid. It's too late for me to escape now. The dark temple is surrounded by water, and the betrayer's eyes are always staring at us."

The advanced spiritist Selevore smiled smugly, as if he had a unique idea. "I don't think so. Although Prince Kelthas's betrayal made me heartbroken, it does not mean that we are going to sacrifice for Illidan. Don't forget his title. He is a betrayer. He must have thought that we might do the same thing. But he did not remind us, nor did he threaten us. I think... he no longer cared."
Chapter completed!