Stratholme God

   Chapter 963 The curtain call of the King of Outland (6 more)

   So good to die!

   At the critical moment when Illidan exhausted his strength to suckle, the two demon hooves slammed into the floor tiles desperately, and kept plowing the ground to stabilize his body, the "click" sound like a death knell sounded in his ears again.

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

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

   It's not random, Maiev obviously calculated the distance that Illidan retreated, 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 was suddenly hit again, and the heroes here were stunned for a moment.

   Is this clip too accurate?

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

  Hi, just Mavina's ability... It's not that I despise her, it's metaphysics if she sets a trap.

   The worst time in the game was when a trap was placed at the gate, and the other was placed on the edge of the platform. The hard-working MT had to drag Illidan to run for more than 200 yards.

   In reality, MacDonald never wanted to suffer, and had long since pointed Maiev where to put traps.

   Make sure you put it down!

   This time, a hard-fought egg could not last 10 seconds!

   It should be said that there are so many heroes and a lot of artifacts in hand. If Illidan can carry it for 10 more seconds, it will be a shame for the alliance.

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

  The Human Stick, no, the Elf Stick was born.

   An egg's limbs were completely purified by the Holy Light - his legs only reached his knees, his hands were missing his forearms and only his elbows were left. Looking at the **** lower body, he didn't even know whether to call him an egg or half an egg.

  As the demonic power in Illidan dissipated rapidly, his body shrank back to its original shape, and even the sky above the dark temple, which was shrouded in dark clouds of fel energy, rarely revealed the glow of the stars and moon.

   Apparently, Illidan was dying.

   After realizing this, the group of heroes surrounding Illidan slowly backed away and made way for a passage.

   McDonald appeared at the other end of the passage with Maiev.

  The elf stick boy's shoes turned his neck diligently, so that his own eyes of the fire could 'see' McDonald's.

   "Huhu! Haha! Hahaha!" Illidan laughed wildly: "I didn't expect that the one who ended me in the end was you - McDonald, or the mysterious human warrior A?"

Unexpectedly, McDonald's official business: "At the request of the night elf high priest Tyrande Whisperwind, at the request of the draenei, the Broken, and all those who have been oppressed and maimed by you, I McDonald's. Ken Stratholme hereby leads the League of Legends to end your life."

Illidan swept over Akama's corpse with disdain, and then swept over the few draenei heroes, and sneered disdainfully: "Angry? Hate? You incompetents can only rely on the real strong Under the wings of the winner, the history of **** belonging to the winner is written."

At this point, Maiev finally couldn't help 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 found. Stretch!"

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

"You..." Maiev was so angry that she almost went into a rage, smashing Illidan's face in the face and killing him. At the last moment, she held back and suddenly smiled: "I don't understand? Maybe! Anyway, what I did All, both in defence of justice and in defence of the glory of our Lord Macdonald Stratholme."

   Having said that, Maiev bowed and pushed away half a step, yielded to the stage, and left everything to McDonald's.

   MacDonald strode forward, looking down at Illidan who could only lie on the ground: "Are there any last words?"

   As he was dying, Illidan suddenly remembered the beautiful image that touched his heart with every anger, every anger, every smile and every smile. He couldn't help but think of Tyrande, and he couldn't help but think that the woman he loved fell in love with this hateful human being in front of him.

  Thousands of curses poured into his throat, and they stuck there. In the end, a tear seemed to fall on the face that didn't resemble an elf, and in the eye sockets that should have no lacrimal glands.

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

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

   "Oh, is that so? That's all right." Illidan's neck no longer supported his heavier head, lay down again, and silently waited for the moment of judgment to come.

  Who knows, McDonald came up slowly and said in a low voice, "I probably know where Miss Calvin Case is."

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

   His reaction caused the surrounding heroes such as Lao Wu and Er fool to raise their weapons immediately.

"In case they come back, I won't embarrass them." McDonald didn't continue to stimulate Illidan, but looked up at the stars: "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!"

  If McDonald's meant something, it's a pity that no one can understand it except the traversers.

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

   Bone, ashes, suona, prevent resurrection (theoretically).

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

   "Illidan* Stormrage!"

   "Long Live the Alliance!"

"Oooo--"

   Intense and boiling cheers continued one after another, echoing throughout the entire Dark Temple. The soldiers, as if they had been beaten with blood, worked hard to clean up the last remnants of the evil sect in the temple.

   The outland expedition that lasted for nearly a year has ended.

   Out of vigilance, McDonald didn't even clean the battlefield carefully, and immediately sent all the heroes back to the Watch Fort in Azeroth after two teleports.

   It wasn't until he set foot on the land of Azeroth that McDonald's breathed a sigh of relief.

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

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

   In the military conference hall of the Watch Fort, looking at the dazzling loot, the eyes of the heroes lit up.

   The most eye-catching is definitely Illidan's [Double Blades of Azzinoth].

   This is a rare, paired artifact!

  Murder is like mowing the grass, at every turn it is unparalleled!

   The power of the double egg knife is so outrageous.

   Don't talk about thieves, as long as you can get it, you will be jealous.

   But, to whom?

   It was just a short while later that McDonald's wanted to say "I'm sick of this thing", but the words came to his mouth: "This thing speaks with [contribution points]."

   (end of this chapter)