In the basement of Silvermoon City, Muru's state was somewhat abnormal.
Generally, Naaru glows with white light. The brighter the light, the stronger the power.
Mulu exudes a faint blood-colored light.
Around Muru, a dozen blood elves were extracting Muru's energy.
The red lines entered the bodies of the blood elf knights, their bodies swayed, and their eyes gradually turned violent.
Doing this can relieve the blood elves' addiction to magic and allow them to use the bloody holy light, but it is unknown what the side effects will be.
Worried about hidden dangers, the three of Lor'themar refused to drain Muru's energy.
The three of Lor'themar came to the basement and knelt in front of Muru.
"Great Holy Light, are you okay?"
Mulu burped, extracting energy to make him feel very comfortable, and made a gentle voice:
"Back when the orcs slaughtered the draenei, I was greedy and ate too many draenei souls, which caused some indigestion. But it doesn't matter. I have passed on all the evil spirit of the draenei to you, and you will be able to eat it soon.
Restore, the Holy Light is with the blood elves."
Countess Liadrin said respectfully: "Holy Light, please give us guidance."
Archmage Rommath raised his head and said: "The evil Prince Kael'thas is coming back. Where should we go?"
"Kael'thas is just a fool." Muru mocked rudely: "The orcs are the masters of Azeroth. You should join the Horde and kneel at Thrall's feet."
Lor'themar whispered: "But the orcs once slaughtered Silvermoon City, and we have a blood feud with the orcs."
Mulu said rudely: "Don't worry, Sal is kind and just. He will never care about the hatred of the past. Let him let the past go."
The three of them felt very uncomfortable after hearing this, as if Thrall was being merciful by not exterminating the blood elves.
Lor'themar tried to ask: "Sylvanas persuaded us to join the Elf Alliance. The blood elves, night elves, and the Forsaken formed an alliance."
"What, how is this possible?" Muru said angrily: "This is a naked betrayal, and everyone who opposes Thrall should die."
Liadrin couldn't bear it anymore and said stubbornly: "What we need is fairness."
"Joining the Horde is the greatest fairness." Muru said impatiently: "The future has already been decided. The Holy Light Legion and the Burning Legion are all supporting Thrall. The moon god Elune is optimistic about Thrall. You are just humble existences like ants.
How can we stop the rolling torrent of history? If we become an enemy of Thrall, we will inevitably perish."
The three of Lor'themar looked at each other, and through this conversation, they tested the determination of the Holy Light Legion.
"This is unfair, why is Thrall being taken seriously?" Liadrin protested.
"Because the orcs led by Thrall will definitely save Azeroth." Muru became more and more irritable: "The Holy Light Legion and the Burning Legion are far-sighted, and the moon god Elune is omniscient and omnipotent. Their eyes span the dimensions of time and space. What they see is
It is much longer than you. There are many things that are destined, which cannot be stopped or violated. You can only obey them, and those who violate them will die."
The three of them looked lonely and helpless after hearing this.
Muru's guidance is unerring and is tantamount to revealing secrets.
The three of them returned to the throne room listlessly, and Lor'themar finally made the decision.
Reject Sylvanas and join the Horde.
Lor'themar appointed Rommath as a diplomat and entered Orgrimmar to negotiate with Thrall.
Shattrath City, Astrologer's Platform.
The leader of the astrologers, Prophet Voretar, closed his eyes and planned secretly.
As a prophet among the blood elves, Voretal always has no choice but to see farther than others.
For example, he calculated that there was no future for following Kael'thas, and the Outlands would definitely belong to the Legion of Light.
So he abandoned Kael'thas without hesitation and joined the Shattrath Alliance.
Relying on the power of Shattrath City, Voretal is fully confident in dealing with Kael'thas. In his opinion, Kael'thas is just a child.
The reason why he proposed to Adal to unite the forces of the Alliance and the Horde was actually just to please one person, Thrall.
The future of the blood elves is closely related to the tribe, and the only way out is to join the tribe.
The capture of Tempest Fortress is a great gift to Thrall, a great achievement, and Thrall will definitely accept it happily.
Voretal was thinking carefully, taking into account all the details, and slowly opened his eyes.
Gathering four of his most trusted disciples, Voretal opened the portal to Azeroth.
Out of respect for Thrall, Voretal did not teleport directly to Orgrimmar, but instead teleported to Thorntooth City first.
Then he paid a lot of money to buy Thrall's most trusted Eitrigg, explained his intention, and waited for Thrall's summons.
At noon that day, Eitrigg prepared Thrall's lunch early, fifty each of tauren, pandas, and a furbolg and three murlocs as an adjustment.
Seeing that Thrall was in a good mood, Eitrigg, who was good at observing words and expressions, thought this was an opportunity and briefly introduced Voretar.
"Shattrath City, Astrologer?" Thrall chewed the tauren's heart and asked curiously:
"The blood elves are a bunch of trash. They were almost eaten by us back then. Are there any left alive?"
Eitrigg said flatteringly: "There are nearly 100,000 blood elves active in Azeroth now, and there are about 20,000 in the Outland."
Thrall was startled: "Twenty thousand blood elves, this is a major threat to us. What is Voretar going to do?"
After Eitrigg accepted the gift, he naturally wanted to speak for Voretar:
"Great savior, when the orcs massacred Silvermoon City, the blood elves were worried that you would care about them, so they went out of their way to please you. This is a great contribution."
Sal thought for a long time and nodded: "It's interesting. Let Voretal come to see me."
Voretal was in a happy mood and entered the chief's tent with his four disciples.
A smell of blood came to my face, and there were corpses of tauren and pandaren everywhere, with blood flowing freely, like a slaughterhouse.
Judging from the wounds on the corpse, Sal only ate the meat from the tip of his heart, and Voletta suddenly felt uneasy.
How cruel this is.
Azeroth media reports that Thrall is kind and kind. His daily food is very simple, hard bread and a glass of water. He is a moral model for the Alliance and the Horde.
It has to be said that these false reports affected Voretal's judgment.
Among the piles of corpses, Sal stood up and walked towards him with a false smile.
"Vore'tar of Sha'tar, welcome to Orgrimmar."
Thrall suddenly took action, grabbed one of Voretar's disciples, and bit his neck in one bite.
Voretar's heart trembled, and he warned himself that he must be patient. As the saying goes, those who achieve great things must make sacrifices.
Thrall ate the flesh and blood of his disciples, laughed, and showed off:
"I still remember that when I conquered Silvermoon City, I ate Anasterian Sunstrider from the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas in one bite. The taste was very delicious, and his pitiful howl still echoed in my ears.
I ate him for three days and three nights, and you blood elves are only worthy of being food for the orcs."
Voretal suppressed his anger and forced a smile:
"It is an honor for us blood elves to be the food of the great savior."
Thrall nodded and said with a ferocious smile: "Prophet Voretar, are you willing to be eaten by me?"