Muru floated in the air, with Thrall's rotting corpse below him. The delicious and well-preserved soul tempted him.
It's a pity that he didn't dare and didn't have the courage.
"What does this have to do with Thrall?" Muru deliberately pretended to be stupid.
"You think I don't know your thoughts." Adal's image sneered: "There is a reason why you tempted the blood elves to join the Horde. It is because you know that Thrall is colluding with the Burning Legion and you want to get in touch with Thrall.
, secretly cooperated with the Legion, and even joined the Burning Legion."
Mulu asked back: "You colluded with the Legion, why can't I."
"You are so naive." Adal mocked: "There are some things that I can do, but that does not mean that you can do it. You are the ultimate genius of the Holy Light Legion, and there are so many pairs of eyes staring at you."
"I've had enough of being called a genius." Muru said angrily: "I rose up in the name of a genius and made countless contributions to the Legion of Light, but what did I gain? I have always been the lowest level Naaru.
, there is no hope of promotion. But you, a loser, keep making mistakes, but you are continuously promoted. Your rank is 13,000 levels higher than mine."
Adal smiled: "Putting you at the bottom is a test for you.
"The test, the test of five million years, I have had enough. Look at your thick resume, what else is there besides stupidity and failure? I wasted my time under you, a loser, and became a kobold because of my work.
You are very dazzling, but you have no chance to be promoted, so go ahead and put yourself to the test."
"That's right, I'm just kidding you." Adal laughed very proudly: "Don't say five million years, ten million years, one hundred million years, until the universe is destroyed, you will have no chance to be promoted, and you will be tested forever. You
I finally made a mistake. How many people in the Holy Light Legion want to kill you? Do you want to survive? An opportunity is in front of you."
Adal said coldly: "This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. As long as you swallow Sal's soul, you can get the promotion you have always wanted, which is higher than my position. To be honest, I am very jealous of you, and you actually gave it to me."
You have a chance to turn around. But I'm not worried, you are just a loser at heart, I bet you don't dare."
Mulu was silent for a long time and said slowly: "You are right, I don't have the courage, I am just a waste."
"For Thrall, you would rather die yourself, right?" Adal laughed wildly: "History has already proved that everyone who helped Thrall deserves to die, and you are no exception."
Adar's image laughed and disappeared.
Muru put down Lor'themar and suddenly noticed something. Dark light shrouded Thrall's body, handed it into Lor'themar's hands, and said nervously:
"Quickly, escort the savior out of here."
Lor'themar didn't know why. Suddenly, a shrill alarm sounded in Silvermoon City, indicating that a foreign enemy was invading.
"It's Kael'thas." Muru warned: "I will send you and the savior away immediately, and Kael'thas will be left to me."
Muru opened a void door, and Lor'themar led a group of subordinates and fled in a panic with Thrall.
The blood elves under Lor'themar's rule had low combat effectiveness, so Kael'thas successfully broke through Silvermoon City's defenses without much effort.
When he saw Mulu floating in the air, Kael'thas frowned. It was different from what he expected.
"It seems I'm late, Muru." Kael'thas said regretfully: "Thall went there."
"The savior has gone to a very safe place." Muru replied. He was in a very bad state and did not dare to be presumptuous.
"You call Thrall the savior." Kael'thas smiled bitterly: "Don't you know that Thrall is going to be resurrected with the help of the Sunwell?"
"Kael'thas." Muru's voice was quite serious: "You are just an ordinary mortal and do not understand how important Thrall is. This is not your fault. You need to walk more and see more."
Robbie looked at Muru floating in the sky and sneered: "Adal is right, you are about to die."
"I am a great Naaru. Who can kill me but you? I only stay here to warn you not to be an enemy of the Savior."
Seeing the ethereal mechas of Storm Fortress behind Kael'thas, Muru felt aggrieved. If they were in their prime, ten ethereal mechas would not be his opponent.
"Kael'thas, your existence is a threat to the Savior, so go and die."
As soon as he finished speaking, Muru took action without warning, and the black light condensed into a long spear and flew towards Kael'thas.
After the spell was cast, Mulu was very exhausted and suddenly became depressed. He opened a void door and prepared to escape.
Unexpectedly, the Void Gate suddenly shattered, and Muru jumped into the air. At the same time, the black spear was blocked by a golden light shield.
"Impossible, my shadow blast is indestructible."
It was naturally Robbie who took action secretly. Kael'thas was inexplicable and had no idea that he was going through hell.
The ethereal mecha stepped forward and easily defeated the seriously injured Muru.
"Take him to Sunwell Heights." Robbie suggested: "This naaru has some uses."
Kael'thas took back Silvermoon City and was in a happy mood. Unexpectedly, he walked onto the streets and saw the angry eyes of the people.
The old people on the street looked at Kael'thas like enemies, the young men and women looked at him unkindly, and the children threw stones and spat at him.
"Why is this?" Kael'thas couldn't figure it out: "It was Lor'themar who clearly hurt Silvermoon City and killed a large number of people. Why do the people regard me as their enemy?"
Kael'thas's four advisors looked at each other and smiled bitterly.
Robbie stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder: "Usually there is only one reason for this situation. Lor'themar kills people, but you don't."
Kael'thas was even more confused, looking baffled.
Robbie sighed and explained: "The people are afraid of Lor'themar. If they show friendship to you, they will all be killed once Lor'themar returns."
Kael'thas patted his head vigorously: "So that's it, so how can I win back the hearts and minds of the people? How about adopting a gentle policy?"
Baron Sagunar, one of the four advisors, shook his head and said:
"Your Highness, it's useless. The more friendly you act, the more afraid they will be of Lor'themar. When Lor'themar comes back, the people will help Lor'themar drive you away."
Calpurnia, the Fourth Advisor, added: "Lor'themar is a murderous devil, and you are a harmless little sheep. Choosing the devil to drive away the sheep is the choice of the people of Silvermoon City."
Kael'thas cried sadly: "Is there no way to win back the hearts and minds of the people?"
"Of course there is a way." Salad Lei, the blasphemer of the Fourth Advisor, said coldly: "Looking through history, there are countless tyrants in it. This is the answer. As long as you behave more cruelly than Lor'themar, the people will
I stand on your side, serve you, and regard you as the guardian of Silvermoon City."
Kael'thas closed his eyes and shook his head with a wry smile:
"Okay, I understand. It turns out that Lor'themar is more suitable to rule Silvermoon City than me. I quit."
Because he was unwilling to harm the people, Kael'thas had no choice but to abandon Silvermoon City and temporarily live on the Magister's Platform in the east of Quel'Danas.
Lor'themar received the news and returned to Silvermoon City from the Sunwell.
There was another bloody massacre, and 20,000 people in Silvery Moon City were hung on wooden poles.
The people did not dare to cry or show sadness, they could only praise loudly.