A thousand troll chefs were dumbfounded, and the angry adventurers rushed over, punching and kicking them.
"It's not our fault, this is all the order of the great savior Thrall." After being beaten severely, the troll chef kept pleading.
How could the adventurers be willing to be made into hard meat jerky? A thousand troll chefs were quickly beaten into meat paste by everyone, and only a few escaped.
Thrall frowned. The Burning Legion's technology has always been reliable. How could there be a flaw?
You know, the orcs only want the adventurers' flesh and blood, and a small amount of high-quality souls are sent to Shattrath City, and the rest belong to the Burning Legion.
"Lor'themar, please explain to them." Thrall ordered, secretly grabbing the teleportation rune in his arms.
Lor'themar was stunned. He didn't know how to explain it to the adventurers, and he didn't dare to disobey Thrall's order. He could only step forward:
"Compatriots of Broken Setting Sun, I love you as much as I love the people of Silver Moon City."
The adventurers below were noisy, and one of them shouted: "Did you massacre the blood elves in Silvermoon City?"
"That was all done by the evil Kael'thas." Lor'themar tried his best to defend himself, and then he thought of a solution: "Everyone, listen to me, Kael'thas colluded with the Legion and set up an ambush in Moonscar Valley.
The great savior Thrall got the news and came to save you as quickly as possible."
"What did those troll chefs say?" Some adventurers didn't believe it.
Lor'themar raised his hand and swore: "In the name of the Holy Light, they were all sent by Kael'thas to slander the great savior Thrall. If there is even the slightest lie, the blood elves will die."
The adventurers were talking a lot, and each held different opinions, making it difficult to unify.
Kaslakel rolled his eyes, stood on a high place, and said loudly:
"Everyone, be quiet and listen to me. The great savior Thrall has saved Azeroth countless times. Everyone should believe in the savior. This is obviously framed by Kael'thas."
Lor'themar saw the adventurers wavering and the wind direction changing, and he was secretly happy:
"Kasrakor is right. Kael'thas colluded with the Burning Legion and conspired to destroy Azeroth. Commander Turalyon has proved it. You must not be fooled."
In fact, most adventurers have no independent opinions and just follow what others say.
The few adventurers who saw the truth clearly wisely kept their mouths shut when they saw the orcs from the outside world staring at them with eager eyes.
After some discussion, everyone gradually believed that this was Kael'thas' conspiracy.
Lor'themar actually succeeded in convincing the adventurers. Thrall was proud that the adventurers were stupid and could only look for opportunities to make them into hard jerky.
At this moment, the mountains shook, and a huge figure appeared on the cliff above the Moonmark Valley.
Abyss Lord Brutalus shook his body like a hill, came to Thrall, and asked arrogantly:
"Sal, what did you do? Why did these idiots wake up?"
The Abyss Lord's body was too eye-catching, and his voice was like rolling thunder, spreading throughout the Moonmark Valley.
The adventurers fell into a sluggish state and broke out almost instantly.
"Is that the Abyss Lord of the Burning Legion?"
"How did the Great Savior get involved with the Burning Legion?"
"Didn't you say that Kael'thas was colluding with the Burning Legion?"
Thrall didn't dare to complain about being disrupted by Brutalus. He could only keep his smile on his face and whispered:
"I don't know what happened, maybe Kael'thas is causing trouble secretly."
Brutalus was very unhappy: "You actually stopped us from harvesting these ants. Does Kael'thas want to destroy Azeroth?"
"Lord Savior, this is not true." An adventurer asked with tears in his eyes.
"We have all been fooled. This is a conspiracy. The previous 50,000 adventurers were also assassinated by Thrall."
"Joining the Broken Setting Sun means killing us. Why is this?"
With Brutalus' support, Thrall stopped pretending and showed his true face, saying with a ferocious smile:
"Hahaha, what a bunch of hopeless fools, beyond compare. That's right, I'm going to make you all into hard jerky, stupid waste. You have no right to live. Being food for the orcs is what you need to live.
The only meaning. I am the lackey of the legion. The legion has given me everything, what can you do to me?"
Brutalus said coldly: "What nonsense are you talking to a bunch of food? Sal, you are too boring. Look at my abyss poison gas, I will bury them all."
There are dense clouds above the Moonmark Valley, and the clouds of evil energy gather into a large green whirlpool. The wind roars, and ghosts cry and wolves howl.
Below, 650,000 adventurers burst into tears. Casrakel sat on the ground, waves of despair welling up in his heart.
I thought that with Thrall's help, I would reach the pinnacle of my life, but I didn't expect that it would also be one of the foods.
"Fight with Sal?"
An adventurer roared angrily, but unfortunately the cliffs on both sides of the Moon Mark Valley were steep and difficult for apes to climb.
Thrall laughed so hard that tears came out: "Why are you so stupid to believe in such nonsense as saving Azeroth? The Bloodtooth Crocodiles in Outland are smarter than you."
Suddenly, a portal appeared behind Brutalus, and the huge body of the ethereal mecha appeared behind him, and its iron fist slammed into Brutalus' back.
Brutalus hurriedly stopped casting spells, turned around and raised his gloves to resist.
"Kael'thas, it is indeed you." Brutalus mocked coldly: "I knew you would come, destroy yourself in front of the legion."
Kael'thas followed him across the portal. Facing such a powerful opponent as the Abyss Lord, Kael'thas did not dare to neglect at all and directly used the seven weapons.
The Seven Weapons are seven legendary weapons forged by the Void Furnace of Silvermoon City. They have been placed deep in the Sunwell for thousands of years and have already developed spiritual intelligence.
Brutalus swung his huge tail and slammed into the ethereal mecha and the Seven Weapons. There was a rumble, the ground shook violently, and smoke filled the air.
Kael'thas stepped forward and dispersed the smoke. Brutalus had disappeared, and there was only a severed tail of the abyss lord on the ground.
"This is the tail-cutting escape technique of the Abyss Lord." Robbie explained.
Seeing Kael'thas coming, Thrall was frightened and hurriedly crushed the teleportation scroll in his arms.
Kael'thas's eyes flashed brightly, and he cast a spell to interfere with the teleportation.
Thrall's eyes were sharp and he hurriedly grabbed Lor'themar. In a flash of light, the two of them appeared in the center of Moonscar Valley among 650,000 adventurers.
"Adventurers of Azeroth, I love you." Thrall shouted at the top of his lungs: "The life and death of Azeroth is at stake. Let us unite and destroy the evil Kael'thas for the sake of Azeroth.
Let’s fight here.”
However, the adventurers were no longer willing to believe Thrall, and countless hateful eyes focused on Thrall.
Lor'themar was about to cry but had no tears, so he reluctantly shouted with Thrall:
"It was just a plan to lure out Kael'thas. Everyone must believe in us and fight for Azeroth. Each of you is a hero."
Casrakel separated the crowd and came to Thrall: "Savior Thrall, this is the last name I call you. Do you really think we are fools?"
Sal's face was pale, his legs were weak and he knelt on the ground, trembling.
On the cliff on the other side, the Windrunner sisters were hiding in the darkness.
"Kael'thas has done a good job, it seems there is no need for us to step forward." Alleria said easily.
The corners of Sylvanas' lips curled up slightly: "You think too simply, sister."