Stratholme God

Chapter 963 The King of Outland's Curtain Call (6 more)
Not to die!

At the critical moment when Illidan exhausted all his strength, the two devil hooves desperately inserted into the floor tiles, plowing non-stop to stabilize his body, the "click" sounded like a death knell again in his ears.

"This... when?" Illidan's pupils suddenly narrowed to the extreme.

That's right, he stepped on the trap again.

Instead of placing it randomly, Maiev obviously calculated the distance Illidan would retreat, and even placed the trap in a place where it would not be affected by the aftermath of the holy light cannon.

That wonderful trap became the last straw that crushed Illidan.

"Ah—" Illidan suddenly got hit again, and all the heroes here froze for a moment.

This clip is also placed too accurately, right?

Here, Maiev was extremely excited: "It's all thanks to the Lord!"

Hey, as far as Mavina's ability... It's not that I despise her, it's metaphysics when she puts a trap.

The most frustrating time in the game was when one trap was placed at the gate and the other was placed next to the platform. The hard-working MT had to drag Illidan to run more than two hundred yards.

In reality, McDonnell never wanted to suffer, and he had pointed out to Maiev long ago where to place traps.

One put one accurate!

This time, the hard-working egg failed to survive 10 seconds!
It should be said that with so many heroes and a lot of artifacts in hand, it would be a disgrace to the alliance if Illidan could carry them for 10 seconds longer.

In the seemingly endless torrent of elements, Illidan was completely torn apart like a lone boat that was sucked into the vortex and reached the deep sea.

The human stick, no, the elf stick was born.

An egg's limbs were completely purified by the holy light—the legs only reached the knees, his hands were left without forearms and only the elbows remained. Looking at the bloody lower body, he didn't even know whether to call him an egg or a half egg.

With the rapid dissipation of the demonic power in Illidan's body, his body shrank back to its original shape, and even the stars and moons rarely appeared above the dark temple that had been shrouded in dark clouds of fel energy all year round.

Apparently, Illidan was dying.

After realizing this, the heroes surrounding Illidan retreated slowly to make way for a passage.

Macdonald took Maiev and appeared at the other end of the passage.

The elf stick boy's shoes turned his neck hard so that he could 'see' McDonnell with his fire eyes.

"Hoohoo! Haha! Hahaha!" Illidan laughed wildly: "I didn't expect that the person who ended me in the end was you—McDonnell, or the mysterious human warrior A?"

Unexpectedly, Macdonald was business-like: "At the request of Tyrande*, the high priest of the night elves, at the request of the Draenei, the Broken, and all those who have been oppressed and persecuted by you, I, McDonald Ken Stratholme, leading the League of Heroes, hereby ends your life."

Illidan swept across Akama's corpse with disdain, and then swept the two draenei heroes who were not many, and sneered disdainfully: "Are you angry? Hate? You incompetents can only cling to the really strong Under the wings of the victors, write the bullshit history that belongs to the victors."

At this moment, Maiev finally couldn't bear it, and took a step forward: "Their anger is nothing compared to mine! Illidan! But fortunately, my long hunt is finally coming to an end. Today, justice will be brought to justice." Stretch!"

"Cough!" Illidan spat out a mouthful of blood, and responded sarcastically, "Maev, you don't understand anything."

"You..." Maiev was so angry that she almost flew into a rage, and smashed Illidan's face with a round to kill him. At the last moment, she held back and smiled suddenly: "I don't understand? Maybe! Anyway, what I did All, defending justice, and defending the honor of our Lord MacDonald Stratholme."

After all, Maiev bowed and pushed half a step away, abdicating the stage, and leaving everything to McDonald.

Macdonald strode forward, looking down at Illidan who could only lie on the ground: "Any last words?"

As he was dying, what Illidan suddenly thought of was the beautiful figure that touched his heart with every anger, every frown and every smile.He couldn't help but think of Tyrande, let alone think that the woman he loves falls in love with this hateful human being in front of him.

Thousands of curses welled up in his throat, and they stuck there. In the end, on that elf-like face and the eye sockets that should have no tear ducts, it seemed that a tear was about to fall.

He choked up: "Don't... make Tyrande sad."

McDonald shook his head slowly: "That's not up to me. That's Elune's business."

"Oh, is it? That's all right." Illidan's neck no longer supported his increasingly heavy head, and he lay down again, silently waiting for the moment of judgment to come.

Unexpectedly, McDonnell slowly approached and whispered, "I probably know where Miss Cavencase is."

In a word, Illidan twitched all over his body, his eyes filled with fire, and he stared at McDonald.

His reaction made the surrounding heroes such as Laowu and Erfool immediately raise their weapons high.

"If they come back, I won't embarrass them." McDonald did not continue to provoke Illidan, but looked up at the starry sky: "There are always things in the world, even if the starting point is good, the process is wrong, then everything is wrong ! Illidan, use your 'life' to pay for the sins you committed in Outland!"

McDonald seemed to be pointing something, but unfortunately no one could understand it except the time traveler.

When McDonald turned around and strode away, just three steps away, several artifacts fell down.

Contusion of bones, raising of ashes, suona, prevent resurrection (theoretically).

With the fall of Illidan, the king of Outland, the alliance's expedition ended perfectly.

"Illidan* Fury!"

"Long Live the Alliance!"

"Oooo--"

Intense boiling cheers came and went, echoing throughout the dark temple.The soldiers seemed to have been injected with chicken blood, and worked hard to clean up the last remnants of the evil sect in the temple.

The expedition to the Outlands, which lasted nearly a year, is over.

Out of vigilance, McDonnell didn't even clean the battlefield carefully, and immediately let all the heroes go through two teleportations and returned to the Fortress of Azeroth.

It wasn't until he stepped on the land of Azeroth that McDonald let out a long sigh of relief.

Illidan blocked the portal for the Burning Legion to enter the outer domain, but no one can guarantee that the moment Illidan hangs up, whether there is something broken like the failure of the soul lock.

McDonald didn't dare to bet, so he came back first.

In the military meeting hall of Overwatch Castle, the heroes' eyes lit up seeing the dazzling array of trophies.

The most eye-catching one must be Illidan's [Double Blades of Azzinoth].

This is a rare, paired artifact!
Killing people is like mowing grass, and you can kill Wushuang at every turn!

The power of the double egg knife is so outrageous.

Not to mention thieves, as long as they can get it, they are envious.

But for whom?

Just a little bit away, McDonnell wanted to say "I'm sick of this thing", but when the words came to his mouth, it became: "This thing speaks according to [contribution points]."

(End of this chapter)