"Join? Do you want a share of the pie?" Sylvanas asked doubtfully.
The adventurers of Shattered Sun are a large amount of hard meat to Thrall, and a huge amount of souls to the Burning Legion.
Alleria shook her head, her eyes sparkling:
"You can have them all."
Sylvanas lowered her head, her long gray hair hanging down, and fell into thinking. After a long while, she said:
"My dear sister, you asked me to expose Thrall's conspiracy and let them know that they want to be made into hard meat jerky." Sylvanas smiled helplessly: "It's a pity that I can't do it."
"Why?" Alleria was confused.
"Do you know how stubborn living people are? Even if you put the evidence in front of them, they will not believe it. Stupidity is synonymous with adventurers." Sylvanas smiled: "Don't forget, your picture
Layan is still on the Magister's Platform. If Thrall is forced to panic and actually orders Shattered Sun to attack the Magister's Platform, you will be tantamount to murdering your own husband."
Alleria was silent. It was difficult to change deep-rooted thoughts, not to mention that Azeroth had another saying: Being eaten by orcs is an honor.
The situation is too favorable to Thrall, and even gods can't make the adventurers wake up.
Alleria understood her sister and shrugged helplessly:
"My sister, I have been away from Azeroth for too long. I will act according to your wishes and I am willing to cooperate fully."
Sylvanas showed a victorious smile and took a step forward to look into her sister's eyes:
"Then my sister, what is your purpose in doing this?"
Alleria didn't answer, and a little holy light condensed on her fingertips.
Sylvanas understood instantly and whispered: "Naru'adal?"
Alleria sighed and said: "I can't overthrow Adal's rule in the outer realm. I just want him to let us and my wife go. Part of the soul of the Broken Setting Sun belongs to the Legion of Holy Light."
Sylvanas smiled appreciatively: "Good plan. If the Shattered Sun is destroyed, Adal will get nothing, and he will definitely be criticized by the Legion of Holy Light."
On the island of Quel'Thalas, a total of 650,000 adventurers joined the Shattered Sun.
In the base of Broken Setting Sun, there are endless tents of adventurers, divided into hundreds of groups based on race, and conflicts between them are inevitable.
With Thrall's secret support, the orcs from Outland gained the upper hand.
In order to manage these 650,000 adventurers, Thrall selected a leader from the orcs in Outland, and Casra'kel from the Dark Scar clan was elected.
Casrakel leads the Outland Orcs to patrol the camp every day, and the first thing he does is order the adventurers to put down their weapons.
You must know that adventurers bring their own equipment and weapons, and most of them are purchased at high prices after selling their family property.
On the grounds of unified management of equipment, Kaslakel forced adventurers to turn in their armor and weapons, and those who violated the rules would be made into hard meat jerky.
The resisting adventurers were quickly brutally suppressed, and their corpses were hung on wooden poles, with all their flesh and blood removed, leaving only white skeletons.
Despite the large number of adventurers, it was a pity that they were divided and unable to unite. In the end, all the adventurers laid down their weapons.
Afterwards, Casrakel received Thrall's order to build a hundred large warehouses.
The adventurers were all puzzled. They joined the Broken Sun with passion, just to destroy the evil Kael'thas.
Who could have imagined being treated so unequally.
However, this could not extinguish the enthusiasm of the adventurers. In just three days, one hundred large warehouses were built.
"What a bunch of idiots. Don't they know these warehouses are used to store hard jerky?"
Thrall looked down on the stupid adventurers and thought they were a bunch of brainless waste. The next step was to send them to Moonscar Valley to make hard meat jerky.
Magister Platform.
Kael'thas knew exactly what happened in Shattered Sun. Based on the previous examples, he could guess Thrall's purpose.
"What should I do?" Kael'thas frowned.
Robbie, Krasus, Turalyon, and Kael'thas' generals all fell into thinking.
Krasus had a nonchalant attitude: "Actually, this has nothing to do with us. Thrall likes to harvest adventurers, so let him do it."
Astromancer Calpurnia, one of the four advisors of Kael'thas, raised her beautiful eyebrows:
"You are wrong. Thrall will definitely blame the death of the adventurer on us."
Turalyon touched his nose and said with a wry smile:
"If Thrall's conspiracy is revealed to the adventurers, let alone whether the adventurers will believe it or not. If Thrall changes his mind and 650,000 adventurers come to kill him, what should the Magister Platform do?"
The Magister Platform is in a dilemma.
Robbie suddenly reminded: "Except for these 650,000 adventurers, Broken Sun's strength is not strong."
Kael'thas's eyes lit up after hearing this. Shattered Sun was dominated by Astrologers and Aldo, and they suffered heavy losses in the battle of Storm Fortress.
Then there is Thrall's orc army, which only has a thousand troll cooks at full strength, and Eitrigg leads three thousand orc guards.
There are less than three thousand blood elves in Silvermoon City.
The Burning Legion seems powerful, but most of them are scholars and technicians, hiding deep in the Sunwell.
The Magister platform can take the initiative.
Kael'thas took out the map and pointed to the location of Moonscar Valley:
"It starts here."
Six hundred and fifty thousand adventurers entered Moonscar Valley, preparing to be reviewed by the great savior Thrall.
The sun is shining brightly, and the Yuehen Valley is stuffy and airless, like a steamer.
From morning until noon, the adventurers' legs became weak.
Casrakel leads the orcs in the Outland to maintain order, claiming that the great savior Thrall will take care of everything, and everyone must be patient.
At the hottest time of the day, the adventurers were sweating profusely and irritable. Suddenly, green runes flashed on the ground, and green mist enveloped the Moonmark Valley.
Everyone felt dizzy and fell to the ground.
Thrall and Lor'themar appear at the top of the cliff.
Lor'themar wiped the sweat from his forehead and breathed a sigh of relief:
"Finally got rid of this group of incompetent trash."
Six hundred and fifty thousand adventurers consume an astronomical amount of food every day, and Silver Moon City will be unable to bear it.
Thrall looked sideways at Lor'themar: "Lor'themar, are you complaining that I didn't attack the Magister's Platform?"
Lor'themar was frightened and hurriedly knelt on the ground: "I don't dare."
Thrall said coldly: "Your vision is too short-sighted. The Magister's Platform is a trap. I will use it to bury all the adventurers in Azeroth. This is just the beginning."
Lor'themar quickly praised: "The savior is so wise and powerful, and has extraordinary wisdom. He is far inferior to me."
A thousand troll chefs entered the Moonmark Valley, preparing to turn the adventurers into hard jerky.
Thrall touched his chin and said: "One thousand chefs is still too few. Fortunately, the adventurer just passed out and will not rot."
The troll chef's knife was inserted into the body of an adventurer, and the adventurer suddenly opened his eyes and let out a scream of terror.
"What are you doing? What's going on?"
More and more adventurers woke up and looked at the thousands of ferocious troll chefs. One adventurer shouted:
"This is a conspiracy, they're going to turn us all into jerky."
"Yes, this is a conspiracy, and we have all been fooled."
"Who is on the cliff? Oh my god, why does the merciful savior want to harm us? Why is this?"