Lor'themar would not be sad if his biological father was eaten alive by Thrall.
The tribesmen were made into hard meat jerky by the orcs, and Lor'themar would only applaud and shout loudly.
Thrall was killed and his biggest supporter was lost. Lor'themar only felt that the whole world had become dim.
Power, wealth, and status are about to leave him. If Kael'thas returns, there will be only a dead end in front of him.
"I have given everything, and I am not willing to give in!" Lor'themar put his right hand on the ground and forced himself to calm down.
"Dead, Thrall is dead, this demon is finally dead." Liadrin burst into tears as she laughed, her long days of depression swept away, and she cheered up again.
Rommath hurriedly covered Liadrin's mouth, carefully looked around, and whispered a warning:
"Are you crazy? If anyone listens to you, we will all die."
Lor'themar stood up unsteadily, glared at Liadrin fiercely, and made a gesture of wiping her neck.
It means to warn her that if she talks nonsense, she will be killed.
Thinking of the ten thousand tribesmen in Silvermoon City who were hung on wooden poles, the smell of blood rushed into the sky, and Liadrin turned pale with fear.
In the camp not far away, the four Anachronos were also stunned.
It is said that Thrall, who was invincible across the universe, punched Sargeras, kicked the Lord of the Void, and could destroy the Pantheon with one finger, was just killed by the kobolds.
"I recognize that kobold." Although the kobold Ossaid only appeared once, he has already been firmly remembered by Anachronos.
Durotan frowned: "How did he follow him? Can kobolds also travel through time and space?"
Anachronos was very unhappy: "In Azeroth, only bronze dragons and eternal dragons have this ability."
Prophet Velen looked surprised: "Thall died like this. This is inconsistent with history."
Thrall obviously would not die here, but how he came back to life is not recorded in history, and Anachronos also looked puzzled.
Prophet Volethar led the few remaining astrologers to Wrench Town to carefully observe Thrall's body.
The corpse contaminated by the mysterious toxin already showed signs of decay. Voretal closed his eyes and carefully felt the energy changes around him.
The leader of Aldor, the high priestess Ishana knelt down to inspect Thrall's body and exclaimed:
"What a powerful poison. The Draenei have been wandering in the stars for countless years and have never seen such a terrible poison."
Lor'themar, Rommath, and Liadrin also rushed to Thrall's side.
Regent Lord Lor'themar knelt on the ground, bursting into tears, and held Thrall's hand tightly.
Next to him was his biological father, who was bitten to death by Thrall. His eyes were wide open, and Lor'themar didn't even see him.
"My heart is filled with sorrow. Great savior Thrall, I am willing to kill half of the blood elves in Silvermoon City and bury you with me."
Eitrigg was kneeling on the ground beside him, as if his soul was lost. Without Thrall as a backer, there were many people within the orcs alone who could eat him alive.
Voretal suddenly opened his eyes and said to Ishana: "Do you feel it?"
Ishana bit her lip, unwilling to do so. After a long while, she said, "I feel it. Sal's soul is still there."
Lor'themar suddenly showed a look of hope: "You mean the great savior is still alive?"
Voretal nodded and said solemnly: "Thall's soul is well preserved in the body, similar to the soul stone. It should be the technology of the Burning Legion."
Lor'themar cried with joy and said excitedly: "This is great, Lord Savior, he is still alive."
Eitrigg's hope of rebirth surged up, he jumped up high and kicked Voretar in the face:
"Trash, why don't you quickly heal the savior?"
Voretal covered his face, submissive, and said in a low voice:
"The poison in the Savior is terrible, and there is nothing I can do about it."
Eitrigg gritted his teeth and grabbed Lor'themar again, punching and kicking him.
"You incompetent waste, hurry up and save the great savior, otherwise the orcs will crush Silvermoon City and turn all the blood elves into hard meat."
Lor'themar did not dare to resist, and was beaten by Eitrigg until his bones and muscles were broken, and he fell to the ground wailing.
Rommath advised: "Lord Eitrigg, please don't be sad. Why don't we ask Naru'adal for advice."
Naru Adal, the most powerful Naaru known, is well-informed. If Adal can't do anything, then everything will really be over.
No one could cure Thrall, so there was only one way left.
The Battle of Storm Fortress came to an end temporarily, and it was announced that Storm Fortress had been captured.
Thrall, the great savior, took action himself and killed Kael'thas as easily as he crushed a bug.
Outland and Azeroth once again caused a sensation. Countless people rushed to tell each other and celebrated. The great savior Thrall once again saved the world.
A blood elf corpse was transported back to Shattrath City and hung at the city gate. It was said to be the corpse of Kael'thas.
Many people came to watch, saying that Prince Kael'thas was suave, extraordinary and a rare handsome man. Many people were surprised to find that the corpse seemed to be older.
Of course, no one dared to say anything more. If he spoke too much, he would be hanged at the city gate.
This was of course Eitrigg's idea. Lor'themar didn't care that his father's body was exposed in public, and escorted Thrall's body all the way, staying close to him like a filial son.
In the Holy Light Square in Shattrath City, Thrall's body was placed on the altar. The terrible toxin originated from the Kobold Empire. The whole body had rotted and oozed pus, and the stench filled the sky.
Naruadal floated high, the light slowly brushed across Thrall's body, and a gentle voice came.
"The soul is very intact, but unfortunately I can't do anything about the poison. Fortunately, this is not despair."
Voretal was secretly surprised. With Adal's ability, it is not difficult to reshape a body. He obviously has the ability to resurrect Thrall, so why should he shirk the blame?
"Where is Mulu now?" Adal suddenly asked.
Lor'themar's eyes were red from crying, and he wiped his tears and said:
"Muru used the space rift near the Sunwell to absorb a large amount of dark energy, and has been transformed into an entropy demon. Now he is temporarily living in Silver Moon City."
Adal said calmly: "You killed ten thousand blood elves, not only to establish your prestige, but also to heal Mulu's wounds, right?"
Lor'themar hurriedly knelt on the ground: "Back to Master Adal, this was Muru's idea. He said that as long as he swallows enough souls, and then excretes them as a shadow carrier, he can finally recover with the help of the pure energy of the Sunwell.
As before."
Adal's voice was full of warmth: "Muru is right. The purpose of becoming an entropy demon is to stabilize the body, and then use a large number of souls to eliminate the power of shadow in the body. After receiving enough pure energy to supplement, you can transform from an entropy demon into an entropy demon.
Naaru form, this is why we Naaru devour souls."
After a pause, Adal asked: "Lor'themar, Savior Thrall and Muru, are you willing to give up that one?"
Lor'themar was stunned for a moment. With Muru's protection, Silvermoon City would have no worries, and Lor'themar's power would be guaranteed.
However, Muru has been abandoned by the Legion of Light, and the Burning Legion is also ready to move. Muru is very likely to bring disaster to Silvermoon City.
In contrast, although the savior Thrall is cruel and ruthless, his backer is very reliable.
Just like Cairn Bloodhoof, although he turned the tauren into food for the orcs, his position as chief was extremely stable.
"I am willing to sacrifice everything for Thrall." Lor'themar quickly made his choice.