Fifty thousand adventurers gathered in Quel'Thalas. Thanks to the Burning Legion's maintenance of order, chaos was not caused.
Lor'themar is under great pressure. Just eating and drinking alone is a terrible expense, not to mention the high employment fees of the adventurers.
We must capture the Magister Platform as soon as possible, defeat Kael'thas, rescue Muru, and save Thrall.
Lor'themar found Brutalus to discuss.
"The adventurers are mixed, and their equipment is too poor. Although they have an advantage in numbers, they may not be Kael'thas's opponent."
Brutalus lowered his head and looked at Lor'themar, and said coldly: "The Legion will not send troops to help, you must find a way on your own."
Lor'themar begged in a low voice: "Sir, you misunderstood. I don't need the legion to send troops directly. I only need the legion to provide command and make the adventurers unite."
Brutalus thought for a long time: "Okay, I agree."
Lor'themar was overjoyed, thanked him profusely, and turned to leave.
Before leaving the Sunwell, a legion guard caught up with him: "Lor'themar, Lord Brutalus invites you."
Lor'themar was confused and rushed back uneasily. Brutalus smiled and said:
"I have discussed it with the Eredar Twins. The Magister Platform hides a terrible source of magic power. It will be difficult for you to win."
Lor'themar panicked. The Magister's Platform belonged to the Sunstrider royal family and was not allowed to be accessed by outsiders. It contained countless secrets.
Kael'thas occupied the Magister's Platform just to dig out its secrets.
Brutalus said with relief: "Don't worry, Kael'thas has not yet digested the energy of the Magister Platform. We still have a chance, and the legion will provide you with weapons and equipment."
Lor'themar is ecstatic, the Burning Legion's equipment is very advanced, and the strength of the Shattered Sun adventurers will increase several times.
"These equipment are not given to you. They need to be returned to the legion after use." Brutalus said seriously: "The source of magic power on the Magister Platform is considered a rental."
Lor'themar nodded hastily. In order to defeat Kael'thas, he would do anything.
The battle on the Magister's Platform has officially begun, and 50,000 adventurers have gathered.
In order to boost the morale of the adventurers, Lor'themar first publicly announced that the Burning Legion would provide weapons and equipment, and gave a generous reward policy.
After the war, 10,000 brave and meritorious adventurers will be selected and rewarded with permanent residence in Silver Moon City.
There are less than 3,000 blood elves left, including 300 unmarried women of the right age.
Lor'themar ignored everyone's opposition and decided to allocate the three hundred warriors who were the bravest in battle.
The reward policy was promulgated, and the morale of the adventurers was greatly boosted.
Adventurers come from all races, including ogres, goblins, murlocs, kobolds, jackals, oozes, etc. It is the dream of all adventurers to marry a blood elf woman.
Under the command of the legion general, the adventurers were inspired, lined up neatly, sang the song of Silvermoon City, and rushed to the Magister's Platform.
According to the previous arrangement, the adventurers will change equipment in the Moonmark Valley, which is a basin-shaped canyon with cliffs on both sides and can accommodate millions of soldiers.
After 50,000 adventurers entered the Moonscar Valley, the huge body of Brutalus appeared on the cliff, followed by a large group of orcs.
Brutalus laughed: "The adventurers of Azeroth are so stupid, they are fooled so easily."
At the feet of Brutalus, Thrall, the savior, sat at the dining table, with Eitrigg waiting on him. A shaved minotaur had been tied up on the table.
Sal ate the beef, his mouth was full of blood, and he showed a cruel smile:
"If I didn't fake my death, Lor'themar would definitely be on guard. The Magister's Platform would be a big pit, helping the orcs bury all the adventurers in Azeroth."
Brutalus chuckled and said, "It's still the old rule. The Burning Legion wants souls, and the orcs want flesh and blood."
Thrall nodded: "Fifty thousand adventurers made hard meat jerky, which is enough for us to eat for a while, but it is far from enough."
Brutalus' expression moved slightly: "What good idea do you have?"
Thrall smiled sarcastically: "The adventurers of Azeroth have a weakness. They always like to fight for Azeroth. This is their way of death. If you fight for Azeroth, you will be killed.
We orcs eat it."
Brutalus rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "Very good, I will leave everything to you."
"I have a way..." Sal said with a ferocious look on his face.
Fifty thousand adventurers came to the center of Moonmark Valley, shrouded in light mist, and could vaguely see piles of weapons and armor, and countless siege equipment.
Just as everyone's enthusiasm was rising, countless green runes flashed on the ground, and light green mist emerged.
The adventurers suddenly felt dizzy and fainted on the ground.
A thousand troll chefs wearing gas masks rushed into the Moonscar Valley and skillfully cooked fifty thousand adventurers into hard jerky.
Not long after, the Moonmark Valley was filled with flesh and blood waiting to dry, and bones piled up like mountains.
Lor'themar is sitting at the Shattered Sun Base, waiting for news of the adventurers' victory.
Suddenly, an adventurer with blood on his face ran back to the base, panting:
"Something bad happened. Fifty thousand adventurers were ambushed by Kael'thas and the whole army was wiped out."
"What!"
Lor'themar was so frightened that he grabbed the adventurer who reported the news and asked, "Where were you ambushed?"
"Moonmark Valley!" said the adventurer.
Lor'themar hurriedly took out the map and said curiously:
"Isn't Moonscar Valley a place to change equipment? This place is very close to the Shattered Sun Base. How could Kael'thas ambush in a place like this?"
The adventurer cried and cried: "Kael'thas used some method to destroy the equipment in Moonscar Valley and set up a magic circle inside. Unfortunately, all fifty thousand adventurers fell into this trap."
Lor'themar was pacing back and forth anxiously, not understanding what was going on, and hurried to the Sunwell to meet Brutalus.
"We have all underestimated Kael'thas." Brutalus said regretfully: "The Magister Platform must contain artifacts from the era of Queen Azshara."
Lor'themar did not doubt the Burning Legion and asked with a sad face: "What should we do?"
"The Shattered Sun needs more adventurers." Brutalus followed Thrall's strategy and said calmly: "If necessary, the Burning Legion can cooperate. Just say that Kael'thas colluded with us and conspired to destroy Ai.
Xerath, I believe there are many adventurers willing to fight to save Azeroth."
Lor'themar shook his head and said in embarrassment: "Naru'adal's appeal is limited. I'm afraid no adventurers will be willing to join us."
Brutalus chuckled: "I heard that Turalyon appeared in Outland."
At the same time, the media controlled by the orcs was fully activated.
Jingtooth City, Gadgetzan, and Booty Bay, the three most influential media outlets, reported the tragic battle of Moonscar Valley in large lengths.
Kael'thas colluded with the Burning Legion to plot the destruction of Azeroth.
The well-known media person Big Candle Jagger made a tearful appeal, and every word was touching. He wrote this in the Stormwind City and Orgrimmar daily newspapers:
"The evil Kael'thas has risen, and Azeroth is in danger. At the critical moment of life and death, all people of all races with lofty ideals need to stand up and fight for Azeroth. Millions of adventurers have gathered, we will
We will face danger together, and the life and death of Azeroth will depend on this battle."