In the sky of Shattrath, a blazing phoenix flew across the sky, followed by an ethereal mecha in flying form.
The generals of Storm Fortress stood on the back of the ethereal mecha, looking at Lor'themar below, and Kael'thas said loudly:
"I want to see who will die here today."
The phoenix opened its mouth and spit out a black ball of light, which enveloped Naruadal in the air.
Adal was immediately unable to move, feeling the power of confinement from the Shadow Realm.
Below, the people attending the ceremony saw Kael'thas and his phoenix, and they were talking a lot.
"Didn't you say that Kael'thas is dead? Why is he alive again?"
"Shh, keep your voice down, is this something you can discuss?"
"Kael'thas is dead, and he is alive again, in two different states: dead and alive."
"Don't talk nonsense. This is a plan by Naru'adal and the great savior Thrall, just to lure Kael'thas to show up."
"You are worthy of being called Thrall, the great savior, and Adal, the light of light. The two of you are far-sighted and far-sighted. This is the city of Shattrath's blessing."
Lor'themar was taken aback, but fortunately he was prepared, and shouted loudly:
"Blood Elf Warriors, the time to sacrifice for Azeroth has come. Bravely sacrifice your flesh and soul, and let your lives and souls burn fiercely. Your sacrifice is meaningful and valuable, for Azeroth.
, for the great savior Thrall.”
The Blood Elf Honor Guard, a total of forty-nine paladins, the last elite of Silvermoon City, all drew out their swords and pierced the chest with all their strength.
"For Thrall, the great savior."
"For Azeroth."
The blood elf paladin shouted slogans, and the holy light ignited the soul in his body, burning, and his body was enveloped in the fiery red holy light.
Kael'thas was confused and didn't understand what the ritual was. He instinctively interrupted the spellcasting and cast Hell's Death Light.
Black rays of light fell from the sky, and the forty-nine blood elf paladins were torn apart, but this did not stop them from burning.
The burning firelight merged together, strange fluctuations came from the space, and a powerful creature came across the space.
It turns out that the blood elf paladins were just sacrifices, using their sacrifices to summon a powerful being.
boom!
There was a loud noise, the sky above Shattrath City cracked, the wind roared, and a silver-gray arm stretched out.
"There is still one more sacrifice left."
Thrall ate a blood elf paladin, resulting in insufficient sacrifices.
Lor'themar grabbed Liadrin, but Liadrin quickly dodged and glared at him.
"Azeroth is facing life and death, and someone must make a brave sacrifice." Lor'themar angrily yelled: "Liadrin, don't let me look down on you."
Liadrin curled her lips, she would not believe Lor'themar's lies, and stabbed Lor'themar with a sword.
"How dare you, I am the regent!"
Lor'themar dispersed in a hurry, furious, and Liadrin's sword did not stop, stabbing the person behind Lor'themar.
She was a slim blood elf woman, known for her outstanding appearance, and the prospective queen of Lor'themar.
The blood elf woman looked at Liadrin in horror, covered her throat and took a few steps back, blood spurting out.
Lor'themar was furious: "Liadrin, are you crazy? You clearly know that she is my favorite woman besides Lisa."
Liadrin smiled lightly: "Azeroth is facing life and death, and someone must make a brave sacrifice."
The blood elf woman turned to look at Lor'themar and said with difficulty: "So you still can't forget Lisa."
After saying that, he fell to the ground, his soul burning with endless fire.
When the sacrifices were finally enough, the space cracked open, revealing a dark void world, and silver-gray elemental creatures entered Shattrath City.
The entire Shattrath City was filled with a terrible tornado, and all the simple buildings in the slums were overturned.
Kael'thas stared blankly at this terrifying creature that towered over the sky, almost as big as half of Shattrath City, and squeezed out a voice from his teeth:
"The essence of sound, Momol, the god of wind element."
Mormor, one of the oldest creatures in the universe, is older than Azeroth and Outland, and is as famous as Ragnaros, the God of Fire.
Long ago, Velen built the sacred temple of Auchindoun in the name of burying the draenei dead.
Later, when the Draenei entered the world of Draenor, Auchindoun was moved from the spaceship and expanded into a building complex.
After the draenei were massacred by the orcs, Gul'dan's Shadow Council infiltrated Auchindoun.
Some people suspect that Velen's purpose is to use the souls of the draenei to summon a powerful being, and the Shadow Council has advanced Velen's work.
As a result, the summoning failed, and a big explosion occurred in Auchindoun, which was torn apart and brought evil spirits from another world into this world.
Momol, the god of wind element, is one of the products of this failed summoning.
"I heard the delicious soul, the trembling voice of the soul so beautiful."
Momoor did not target Kael'thas, but focused on the frightened people of Shattrath below.
Thrall smiled and bowed: "The great god of wind elements, Momor, welcomes you to Shattrath City. Please feel free to taste it."
Although Mormor's clone came to Outland with the help of the Auchindoun Big Explosion, Lor'themar was unable to summon Mormor, and it was Thrall who inherited part of the Shadow Council's legacy.
"Listen to my voice and feel the pain of annihilation."
Momoor's voice echoed in Shattrath City. Kael'thas and the generals of Storm Fortress in the sky only felt their heads roaring and buzzing, making it difficult to concentrate.
Lor'themar fell to the ground, groaning in pain and rolling back and forth.
Liadrin was half-kneeling on the ground, blood gushing out from her mouth and nose.
The leader of Aldor, the high priestess Ishana, and the leader of the astrologers, the prophet Voretar, are all struggling to support themselves.
A few powerful people are deeply affected, and ordinary people are even more unlucky.
Listening to Momol's voice, a large number of people fell to the ground and died, their faces distorted.
Especially the slums with mixed strength. Except for Akama's Broken Ones who could barely support them, almost all the refugees from outside died.
Akama covered her ears hard, and the terrifying sound waves penetrated through her scalp and penetrated into her brain, unable to block it at all.
"Atani, is this your plan? Do you want to kill all the people in Shattrath City?"
Khadgar, disguised as Artani the Draenei, was also in great pain, unable to concentrate on casting spells.
"Damn it, this is Sal and Adal's conspiracy, I fell into the trap."
In the air, Adal, who was temporarily sealed, was safe and sound. Thrall below was also unaffected, gloating about the suffering people.
"Lor'themar, what is going on?" Liadrin asked with difficulty.
Lor'themar couldn't help but scream loudly: "It's none of my business, stop it, I can't bear it anymore, help me, I don't want to die."
Sal laughed proudly:
"A bunch of idiots, incompetent waste, you all deserve to die for Azeroth. I made an appointment with Adal, and Shattrath City will return to the embrace of the orcs."
On the back of the ethereal mecha, Kael'thas's eyes were spitting fire. As if he had made up his mind, he took out a black staff.
"My warrior, return from the kingdom of death." The mysterious spell resounded through Shattrath City.