The source of living water failed to be obtained, Akama's plan was shattered, and there was no need to stay in Hellfire Citadel.
Kargas was very polite and came out to say goodbye in person, and the two took a group photo together.
Akama is very disgusted with the camera invented by the dwarf. He always feels that this thing is soul-sucking and not a good thing.
Embarrassed to refuse Kargas's kindness, the two stood side by side, grinning silly.
With a clicking sound, Akama felt a vague magic wave, but didn't take it to heart.
Even though Akama has lived for more than 20,000 years, he knows nothing about the principles of the camera and thinks it is a complicated magical creation.
After leaving Hellfire Citadel, Akama returned to the slums of Shattrath City, where the Blood Elves' Holy Light Celebration was about to begin.
In order to win the favor of Lord Illidan, Akama had long decided to make a big move at the celebration.
Akama's plan is to awaken a group of Magolons buried deep within Shattrath City.
Magolon is the ancestor of Goron, a huge creature that is a combination of rock and flesh.
Hundreds of years ago, the Draenei came to Draenor and prepared to build a city.
Unexpectedly, there was a group of Magalong living here. Velen eliminated the Magalon with cruel means and turned their corpses into materials for building Shattrath City.
A large number of Magolon skeletons are buried under the city, and their souls linger deep underground, ready for revenge.
As it happened, Akama, as the archbishop, was responsible for handling the matter, and Akama sealed Magron's soul with holy light.
Later, Shattrath City was burned by the orcs, and then Naru'adal rebuilt Shattrath City. No one knew the secrets buried deep underground.
In a corner of the slum, Akama got into the sewer.
The sewers are narrow and suffocating, full of dirty garbage, and rats contaminated by magic are running around in the dark.
Although Shattrath City is bright and clean, with beautiful Naaru-style buildings, the sewer construction is quite backward and often blocked.
Akama felt the direction of the water flow, worked hard to clear the obstacles, and came to a corner of the sewer.
There is a secret door here, leading to Magolon's burial ground.
Akama muttered a specific spell in a low voice, and the secret door slowly opened, revealing a narrow and dark passage.
After checking that there was no one around, Akama lowered his head and got into the corridor, taking only a few steps.
Suddenly, a figure flashed behind him, and Akama was startled. He turned around and saw a tall figure blocking the door.
"It's you!" Akama frowned, secretly wondering why he came?
The visitor was Khadgar, who had turned into the Draenei "Atani" and looked at Akama with a smile.
"What will happen to you if I seal this place?" Khadgar threatened.
Akama frowned. He already knew that the other party came from the future. Although few people knew the secret of Shattrath City, it was difficult to guarantee that no one would know it in the future.
"Atani, what do you want?" Akama could only negotiate terms with the other party.
"Give up the struggle and stay here honestly." Khadgar shrugged and said: "The Holy Light Celebration will never be allowed to be destroyed."
"You took refuge in Adal." Akama asked mockingly.
"We can't say we are surrendering, we are just using each other." Khadgar smiled and said, "Adal promised to help me find Titan relics."
"It turns out that the Titan relic is your target." Akama felt relieved and said easily: "I know a Titan relic, which is buried in Auchindoun."
Auchindoun is a sacred temple where the dead of the Draenei are buried. The fact that the nearly immortal Draenei actually built the tombs of the dead is a problem in itself.
Khadgar raised his head: "The Titan relics in Auchindoun must be related to death, and I am not interested in this."
When the negotiation failed, Akama considered himself no match and begged: "What are you going to do to let me go?"
Khadgar was proud and asked: "You and Kargas are good friends, right?"
Akama nodded helplessly: "That's right."
"Adal needs you to bring something to deal with the abyss lord Magtheridon." Khadgar finally told the truth.
The Holy Light Celebration was held as scheduled. Akama smiled bitterly and sneaked into the slum delegation, followed by Khadgar, monitoring his every move.
The light of Naru'adal shone across the city, and Countess Liadrin presented Kael'thas' head on behalf of the blood elves.
A few people present understood that this was just an ordinary blood elf head, and that Prince Kael'thas was still alive and well.
But this cannot stop Shattrath from celebrating his victory, after all, ordinary people are easily deceived.
The head of "Kael'thas" slowly rose, golden light fell from the sky, and Naruadal's voice sounded softly:
"Blood elves, you have taken refuge in the great savior Thrall, eradicated the evil Kael'thas, opened a new chapter in history, and created your glory. The Holy Light will accept you. From today on, the Holy Light will be with you.
By the way, I would like to invite the great savior Thrall to speak."
Thrall, who was neatly dressed, strode onto the podium, passing by the blood elf honor guard, and the young blood elf paladins knelt on the ground devoutly.
Thrall casually grabbed a young blood elf paladin, bit off his neck, and chewed it, drawing blood.
"As you can see." Thrall showed the young paladin's pale head to everyone: "From today on, the blood elves will become the food of the orcs like the tauren and pandaren. What a great honor this is. Blood elves
, tell me, are you happy, are you willing to be food for the orcs?"
The blood elves shouted in unison: "We do."
Thrall laughed: "Very good, I'm very satisfied. In order to save Azeroth, the tribes have different divisions of labor. We orcs are responsible for fighting bravely against the enemy. As for the blood elves, you are just a group of incompetent trash and a pile of filth."
I'm very pleased to see that you have corrected your position. For the sake of Azeroth, the orcs will eat up all the blood elves."
"For Azeroth, thank the great savior for eating us." The blood elf read loudly.
Liadrin sighed secretly and turned pale. The surviving blood elves in Silvermoon City had been frightened out of their courage. They had long since lost their minds and became walking zombies.
Naru'adal's gentle voice sounded again: "I am very pleased that the blood elves have made a choice to save Azeroth. What I want to say is that eating and being eaten are both an honor, and there is no distinction between high and low.
Well, I am proud of you, and I declare that starting from today, the blood elves have stood up, and you have won a new life."
The blood elf paladin below was so excited that he burst into tears, and his excitement was palpable.
Suddenly, the ground in Shattrath City shook violently, as if there was an earthquake.
A voice echoed throughout the city.
"This is your goal. You fight bravely and are not afraid of sacrifice, just to be food for the orcs, and you are proud of it? Lor'themar, come out, I know you are here."
"Prince Kael'thas!" Liadrin gritted her teeth and quickly drew out her sword.
Lor'themar responded lazily: "Prince Kael'thas, don't you know this is a trap for you? You are right, the humble blood elves are just food for the orcs, and I am willing to watch them be eaten by the orcs.