In the camp not far away, the four Anachronos witnessed Thrall's plot against Muru through the magic crystal.
Anachronos shook his head and said regretfully: "The only lesson that history teaches people is that people never learn any lessons from history. Regent Lor'themar, Prophet Voretar, and High Priestess Ishana are all
It's a pity that all outstanding people were defeated by Thrall's cruelty."
Durotan laughed and said, "Shattrath City and Silvermoon City really suffered a big loss this time."
Velen shook his head, and the reason was very good: "Now you understand why we Draenei were massacred by the orcs. No matter how exhaustive we are, no matter how we plan, we can't withstand the cruelty and killing of the orcs. Trusting the orcs will only lead to death.
One piece."
Head of State Margok frowned: "I don't understand. How can Thrall attack Storm Fortress?"
As soon as these words came out, the four of them fell into silence.
The orcs are lacking in magic. They are not as good as the blood elves in having spellbreaker troops. The orc shamans are far inferior to the draenei shamans of Aldor.
How can Orcs who are good at land warfare but lack air force board the Storm Fortress?
There are several airships in Orgrimmar and Undercity, so it is unrealistic to support Outland.
To take a step back, even if there are airships to assist in the battle, there is no way to defeat Kael'thas's air force.
Anachronos thought about it for a long time: "With my wisdom, it is difficult to guess how the orcs attacked the Storm Fortress. I don't know where Thrall's confidence comes from."
Durotan hesitated and said: "Without secret weapons, the orcs would not be able to succeed."
The prophet Velen can find fragments of the future from the Holy Light, but unfortunately he cannot guess Thrall's plan.
At the same time, the Sha'tar generals and the Silvermoon City generals were also trying to figure out Thrall's thoughts.
Everyone rushed to Wrench Town anxiously. Thrall sat on the throne and glanced at the generals contemptuously.
Eitrigg yelled loudly: "Kneel down, you bunch of useless trash."
Prophet Volethar had no choice but to take the lead and kneel on the ground, kowtow to Thrall.
Lord Regent Lor'themar has gotten used to it and kneels on the ground.
High Priestess Ishana bit her lip unwillingly, thinking about the 50,000 orcs in Wrench Town, she had no choice but to give in.
The generals from Sha'tar City and the top brass of Silvermoon City all knelt on the ground like slaves. Thrall enjoyed this feeling very much.
Thrall kicked Voretar in the face, kicked Ishana away, stepped on Lor'themar's face, and said triumphantly:
"Now you know how useless you are. Not only were you unable to capture the Storm Fortress, but you also lost all your troops and were almost wiped out. Why are you so incompetent? Any dog you can tie up is stronger than you. My great savior Thrall was in Taipei.
Thank you for your hard work, without me, Outland would have been destroyed long ago."
Voretar secretly thought: Without you, we would have won.
"I have a way to take down Storm Fortress without any bloodshed." Thrall looked at Lor'themar with evil intentions.
"Regent Lord Lor'themar, the useless leader of the blood elves, tell me, what price are you willing to pay in order to defeat Kael'thas?"
Lor'themar's face was severely stepped on by Thrall, and he said flatteringly: "Silvermoon City is willing to pay any price."
"I like your determination very much." Thrall said with a smile: "Kael'thas has a weakness. He cares about the people. If you send all the people of Silvermoon City to Wrench Town, the orcs will eat ten thousand a day, no.
After seven days, Kael'thas will definitely surrender, haha, I'm so smart."
Eitrigg immediately flattered him: "Only the great savior can come up with such a brilliant strategy, which is perfect and flawless."
Liadrin turned pale with fright, and said tremblingly: "Please have mercy on the great savior. In less than seven days, the blood elves will be extinct."
Thrall glared at her coldly: "What, do you want to destroy Azeroth? The blood elves are just useless waste and should have died long ago."
Archmage Rommath knelt and crawled a few steps, hugged Thrall's legs and begged: "Savior, please have mercy, the number of blood elves is running out."
Thrall kicked Rommath away and said angrily: "What qualifications do the incompetent blood elves have to bargain with me? I only give you two choices, either to be massacred by the orcs, or to hope for mercy from Kael'thas.
If we are willing to surrender, the blood elves can be saved."
Eitrigg said angrily: "I really don't understand. The orcs have fought to save Azeroth time and time again, only for you blood elves to be exterminated. Why are you so hard to accept these conditions? Compared to the tauren, your moral standards are
It's too far off, shamelessness is synonymous with blood elves."
Thrall said arrogantly: "For Azeroth, countless orcs have sacrificed their lives. Why, it's the blood elves' turn to sacrifice, and you dare to refuse? Incompetent Lor'themar, what is your decision?"
Lor'themar sighed helplessly: "For Azeroth, I am willing."
"That's right." Thrall stepped on Lor'themar's face hard: "Look, this is the leader of the blood elves. He betrays his own people without any ambiguity. It's really sad."
The orcs in the tent burst out laughing, but Lor'themar didn't care.
After the pre-war meeting, the generals left Wrench Town, and Liadrin grabbed Lor'themar angrily.
"Are you crazy? You actually let our people die?"
Lor'themar said without changing his expression: "I'm not crazy. Thrall is right. This is the best way at the moment. I support Thrall, the savior."
Rommath wiped the dirt from his face and sighed: "I know Prince Kael'thas. As long as the interests are explained to him, he will definitely be willing to surrender, so that the blood elves can avoid disaster."
Voretal sarcastically said: "You think too simply. Kael'thas' temperament is indeed like this, but his subordinates don't think so. Surrendering will only be eaten by the orcs. They will never agree. Silver Moon
The city is doomed this time."
Liadrin drew out her sharp blade, grabbed Voretar, and pointed the dagger at his throat: "It's all your fault. It's all your fault. Why did you attract the orcs? The blood elves are about to be exterminated. Are you happy? This is you.
The purpose?”
Voretal just smiled bitterly: "What about you? Why do you want to join the tribe? Do the blood elves really want to be food for the orcs?"
Priestess Ishana mocked: "Stop it all, you are just sacrificing your people at will for your own ambitions. The blood elves are really unlucky to have you three leaders."
Lor'themar waved his hand and said, "Stop arguing. Now we can only shift all the responsibilities to Kael'thas. If the blood elves perish, he will be the culprit. Please think about how to persuade him to surrender."
Storm Keep.
Rommath met Kael'thas and told Thrall's plan in tears.
Kael'thas almost jumped up in shock. The twisted prophet Sarah Reed of the Fourth Advisor stood up and faced the Archmage Rommath directly.
"Romans, you are the great mage of Silvermoon City, can't you see through the conspiracy here?"
Romans was puzzled, Sarared stared into his eyes:
"Do you think Thrall will let Silvermoon City go if we surrender?"
Romance lowered his head: "I don't know."
Sarared asked: "Do you believe in the credibility of the orcs, or do you have confidence in Thrall's character? If Storm Fortress is destroyed and Thrall has no scruples, Silvermoon City will really be finished. You don't understand this.
What? You call yourself the Chief Magister of Silvermoon City? You are hopelessly stupid."