Sal's ferocious face stared at Muru, who was shining brightly in the sky, his face twisted, and he squeezed out a few words from the gap between his teeth:
"Muru must die!"
Eitrigg was trembling with fear: "Lord Savior, do you really want to attack Muru?"
Thrall narrowed his eyes slightly and said coldly: "To be honest, I am also hesitating. Who can guarantee that Muru will not have a few relatives and friends? As long as there is a Naaru in the lead, the orcs will be in danger."
Immediately, Thrall showed a decisive look: "But killing Muru will make me very happy. The Naaru is a god, and the god also wants to kill for everyone. The blood elves are not stupid draenei. If Muru's
If I have a connection with the Legion of Light, I can only kneel down in front of Lor'themar and lick his toes."
"Anyone who is an enemy of us orcs will die." Thrall looked fierce.
On the golden road to heaven, Countess Liadrin and Archmage Rommath led the team, and 30,000 blood elves lined up in a neat array, approaching the Storm Fortress.
Liadrin raised her head and saw Prince Kael'thas wearing a golden robe opposite him, with a complicated expression on his face.
Everyone knows that His Highness the Prince cares about the people and works hard to find a way out for the blood elves.
But as long as he is against the orcs, he must die.
Liadrin wished she could kill Kael'thas with her own hands. If Thrall fell into his hands, he would be eaten alive.
The two sides were only a stone's throw away, and Liadrin ordered the coalition forces to stop, preparing to recuperate for a while before launching a charge.
Suddenly, Liadrin's heart skipped a beat, and she felt a palpitation in her heart, as if something terrible was about to happen.
There are not a few people who feel this way. Archmage Rommath, Prophet Voretal, and High Priestess Ishana all turned back at the same time.
Mulu was floating high in the air, and his light suddenly became stagnant.
Then, Muru began to shake violently, as if he had a shofar wind, and quickly turned from bright to black.
"No, help me, I'm contaminated!"
Mulu let out a piercing scream, something inside his body shattered, his body flashed violently, and after the last flash of light, it became mottled with uncertain light and dark.
Wow.
Mulu's body began to collapse, and countless black powder fell from the air. He could no longer maintain his flying form and fell from the air.
With a loud bang, Muru fell into the dust, like a piece of broken chocolate.
Just below Muru, Regent Lord Lor'themar fell to the ground, and Thrall stomped on his head.
Thrall smiled ferociously and said: "Lor'themar, the blood elves are just humble food, not even as good as slaves, how dare you offend me."
Lor'themar didn't understand the reason and cried aggrievedly: "Sir Savior, how dare I offend you? You must have misunderstood."
Thrall holds a black staff in his hand, which is a one-time item developed for the Naaru and a tainted scepter from the Burning Legion given by the abyss lord Mannoroth.
It is said that Muru was attacked by Thrall, and Lor'themar bears a big responsibility.
Muru concentrated on maintaining the road to heaven. Lor'themar below saw Thrall coming and knelt down to greet him without giving a timely warning.
Thrall used the Tainted Scepter on Muru, successfully causing him to collapse.
"Misunderstand?"
Thrall snorted coldly and kicked Lor'themar in the face one after another, causing his nose to be bruised and swollen, and his face to be covered in blood.
"Do you think that with Muru, the blood elves can replace the orcs? Only we orcs are the saviors of Azeroth. The blood elves are nothing, and waste will always be waste."
Only then did Lor'themar realize that it was Muru's existence that aroused Thrall's suspicion.
"Lord Savior, I was wrong. Please forgive me. I am willing to be your dog." Lor'themar cried bitterly and begged.
On the road to heaven, everyone was dumbfounded when they saw Muru falling into the mortal world.
"No no no! Oh my god!"
Anticipating what was going to happen next, Liadrin panicked.
The road to heaven flashed one after another and shattered into countless streams of light. Thirty thousand blood elves, Aldo and the astrologers of Shattrath City all fell into the bottomless abyss.
Liadrin floated in the air, and Archmage Rommath rescued her.
"My soldiers, my people, why is this happening?" Liadrin cried, her eyes red.
The prophet Voretal grabbed the hand of the priestess Ishana, and Ishana laughed until she burst into tears: "Voretal, is this the result you want? The astrologer and Aldo are finished, what can we do?
Explain to Adal."
Voretar's face was livid, and he tolerated Thrall again and again, always hoping to get lucky, but in the end, they all fell into Thrall's tricks.
The Sha'tar coalition and the blood elves in Silvermoon City all suffered heavy losses, but the 50,000 orcs in Wrench Town were unscathed.
"Screen, scold, I am just a big fool." Voretal smiled bitterly, looking at the tall and tall Kael'thas at the entrance of Storm Fortress.
Kael'thas was kind and did not take the opportunity to launch a sneak attack.
Thrall raised the Doomhammer and hit Lor'themar hard on the waist.
Lor'themar's waist was broken, and Thrall smiled ferociously, preparing to crush his limbs bit by bit and then turn him into meat paste.
Eitrigg stepped forward and whispered something into Thrall's ear.
After hearing this, Thrall nodded and said with a satisfied smile: "Etrigg, you are worthy of being my think tank. Well, Lor'themar, your life has been saved for the time being."
Lor'themar was overjoyed and thanked him profusely: "Thank you to the great savior for not killing."
"I save you with conditions." Thrall said condescendingly: "Remember, Muru died because the blood elves excessively extracted the Holy Light."
Lor'themar's expression condensed, killing a naaru of the Holy Light Legion, which is equivalent to pushing the blood elves into an abyss of eternal destruction, and there is a danger of annihilation at any time.
Unfortunately, Lor'themar had no choice but to accept it in order to survive.
"Yes, Lord Savior, Muru fell because of us blood elves."
"Very good, I will send someone to help you treat your injuries." Thrall smiled with satisfaction: "The coalition forces of Sha'tar and Silvermoon City are finished. If you want to defeat Kael'thas, come to Wrench Town to find me. I will
I have a plan in advance and it will be easy to defeat Kael'thas, I swear to eat him."
An orc shaman healed Lor'themar's injuries. With the help of the guards, Lor'themar struggled to stand up.
Rommath brought Liadrin back to him. Thirty thousand blood elves were killed in the battle, and the faces of the three of them were very ugly.
"This is probably the price of joining the tribe." Lor'themar said dejectedly: "Our people died, and it's all Kael'thas' fault."
Liadrin couldn't bear it any longer and roared: "Lor'themar, how many more blood elves do you want to kill?"
Lor'themar wiped the blood from his face and said loudly: "For the future of Silvermoon City, this is a sacrifice worth paying. You must remember that Muru's fall was because we extracted too much Holy Light.
It has nothing to do with Thrall, the great savior."
Romans said regretfully: "Why are you pouring this dirty water on us? The Legion of Holy Light will not let us go."
The three people with the highest status in Silver Moon City were silent. Suddenly, Mulu's weak voice came from the dust.
"I'm still alive, hurry up, save me."
Lor'themar commanded the few remaining blood elf guards, picked up Muru's dismembered body from the dust, and reluctantly pieced it back together.
"Send me to the Sunwell." Muru said angrily: "I still have a glimmer of hope of survival, otherwise you will all die."