Facing Thrall who knelt down to beg for mercy, Casrakel showed no mercy and raised the battle ax in his hand.
The name of this ax is Serathil, and it is a sophisticated weapon. Thrall closed his eyes and thought to himself, I am dead.
Lor'themar burst into tears. Once Thrall died, everything would be over for him, and he threw himself in front of Thrall regardless of his own safety.
An Outland orc grabbed Lor'themar by the back of his neck, picked him up and threw him aside. A large group of orcs surrounded him, preparing to eat him.
Casrakel aimed at Thrall's head and slashed it with all his strength.
Suddenly, a milky white light fell from the sky and enveloped Thrall's body. Celasiel slashed against this light screen. Casrakel only felt his arm shake violently and almost didn't dislocate.
During the day, a bright full moon appeared in the sky, and a gentle voice sounded:
"Thall, my servant, the savior I chose, the loyal shepherd dog, shepherds Azeroth for me. Anyone who disobeys Thrall will never find rest in his soul."
The light enveloped him, and Sal slowly rose up, opening his arms as if to embrace the earth. Behind him, a pair of white light wings lit up.
The voice of the Moon God sounded again, full of majesty:
"Those who believe in Sal will be saved, and their souls will live in peace and tranquility in the Moon Palace forever."
After a brief silence, all 650,000 adventurers knelt on the ground and worshiped Thrall.
Sal opened his eyes suddenly, full of majesty, as if a god descended from the earth, and said in a cadence:
"My faithful flock, you have been deceived. It is time to cleanse your eyes. Look, the evil Kael'thas is laughing at us. For the sake of Azeroth, kill him."
"For Azeroth."
The adventurers cheered loudly, like thunder roaring, and all turned around, focusing their hateful eyes on Kael'thas at the top of the cliff.
Kael'thas' face was pale and his legs were weak. Under the light of the moon god, Thrall suddenly turned the situation around.
"In the end, personal efforts are in vain. If there is no strong person to protect you, even your thoughts are not your own. What is the difference between a living person and a walking corpse."
Kael'thas smiled bitterly, and something in his bright eyes was extinguished forever.
"Kill for Azeroth!"
I don't know which adventurer took the lead, but 650,000 adventurers roared and yelled like they were under a bloodthirsty spell, and rushed towards Kael'thas like crazy.
The cliffs of Moonmark Valley are steep and difficult for apes to climb, but they are too low to stop crazy adventurers.
Countless adventurers have fallen while climbing, broken their arms and legs, or died directly.
The adventurers behind stepped on their bodies and climbed up desperately.
Of course, not all adventurers lost their minds. A few adventurers remained awake and silently rushed to the exit of the canyon.
After making a lot of sacrifices, the first adventurer climbed onto the cliff.
Kael'thas shook his head in despair, and the ethereal mecha transformed into a flying form, carrying Kael'thas and his party away.
Fearless courage is useless in the face of steel and technology.
After Kael'thas left, the adventurers' spirits suddenly disappeared and their chests felt empty. Only then did they feel that their limbs were weak and their whole bodies were weak.
Adventurers who were still climbing fell from the cliff, causing countless tragedies.
What is even more alarming is that, taking advantage of the chaos just now, Thrall and Lor'themar have disappeared, and the brilliance of the Moon God has also disappeared.
A strong furbolg stood up and shouted:
"Kael'thas has escaped, but the Magister Platform will not escape. Let us fight for Azeroth and for the heroic sacrifice of the great savior Thrall."
"For Azeroth."
The adventurers once again plucked up their courage, and the crowd was excited, preparing to rush to the Magister's Platform and fight Kael'thas with bare hands.
On the other side of the cliff, Alleria's pretty face was as cold as ice and she said in a cold voice:
"Elune, the Moon Goddess."
Sylvanas smiled and nodded:
"Now you understand why Thrall can become the savior. I have to say that Thrall is very capable. He is able to guide Xuan between the Burning Legion, the Holy Light Legion and the Moon God Elune, and is appreciated and valued by the three parties. A Karazhan
Even I have to admire the servant's ability to do this."
"He is just a chess piece after all." Alleria was very unwilling.
"Who is not a chess piece? This is the helplessness of the weak." Sylvanas lamented and looked at the adventurers in Moonmark Valley coldly:
"They believed the lies of the Moon God. Do they really think that their souls live forever in the Moon Palace? They are hopelessly stupid and deserve to be exploited by Thrall. Rather than die in vain on the Magister's Platform, let them be my people.
Forgotten ones, huh, who knows where our souls go after we die? It won’t be the Moon Palace anyway.”
The adventurers rushed towards the Magister's Platform. In the narrow passage at the valley entrance, the catapult of the Forgotten appeared on the cliff. The Royal Apothecary Association of the Undercity looked at the people below with disdain.
Catapults launched barrels containing plague, which quickly blocked the narrow valley mouth.
Green smoke filled the air, and the adventurer who accidentally inhaled the smoke kept coughing and soon fell to the ground.
What's even more frightening is that after the smoke comes into contact with the ground, it corrodes the ground and spreads rapidly.
"The Forsaken!"
The adventurers retreated in horror, and more catapults appeared on the cliffs on both sides. They were launched one after another, and the Moonmark Valley was soon shrouded in smoke.
The Windrunner sisters appeared on the cliff, and Sylvanas sneered:
"Stupid adventurers, Moon God will not save you. You let Thrall go and lost your only chance of survival. Become my servant."
The corroded ground continues to spread, and the green plague gas causes adventurers to fall in droves.
The flesh and blood corroded and fell off, revealing the white bones. It absorbed the power of corroding the ground and stood up as the Forgotten One, letting out an angry roar.
"You really killed them all." Alleria said with an unbearable expression.
Sylvanas smiled slightly:
"This is not death, but a new life. From now on, they will no longer have worries and will not be taken advantage of. Isn't this great?"
Alleria closed her eyes sadly. There were many things she had no choice about. She could stop her sister, but the Magister's Platform was in danger.
Facing hundreds of thousands of crazy adventurers, it is a difficult question whether Kael'thas and Turalyon can kill them.
Life is selfish.
There were 650,000 adventurers in Shattered Setting Sun, but only less than 50,000 escaped. These people did not dare to return to the base, so they had no choice but to seek refuge on the Magister Platform.
The Battle of Moonscar Valley ended and the Setting Sun Base was shattered.
Brutalus' newly grown tail swung Thrall's body heavily.
Sal flew out like a cannonball, and his whole body became a piece of meat.
The Legionnaires stepped forward to heal Thrall, and then Brutalus crushed him.
After being tortured like this several times, Brutalus finally vented his anger and left with satisfaction.
After Thrall woke up, he vented his anger on Lor'themar, hung him up and beat him severely.
"Trash, you useless trash." Thrall became more and more angry and beat Lor'themar to death.
Eitrigg took the opportunity to slander:
"Lord Savior, Sylvanas is the biggest winner. The power of the Forsaken has expanded. Lor'themar was originally Sylvanas' subordinate."
Thrall suddenly understood and gritted his teeth and said, "Lor'themar, what else do you want to say before you die?"