In the battle of Shattrath City, the great savior Thrall and Naru'adal worked together to successfully defeat the enemy.
Azeroth, Outland, once again fell into a sea of joy, praising Thrall and A'dal's great achievements.
After this battle, Lor'themar found that Thrall was much more polite to him and did not eat blood elves as food at will.
Lor'themar believed that his noble personality charm played a role in successfully moving Thrall, and he was happy about it for a long time.
Liadrin and others understood that Thrall was afraid of Kael'thas who had defected to the Shadow Realm.
Because of Kael'thas, the blood elves were not eaten by the orcs.
Soon, another good news came.
Hellfire Peninsula, the tribe's base Salma, Nazgrel sent two elite teams to successfully capture the Hellfire Wall and the Blood Furnace.
At the expense of only two adventurers, five million evil orcs were wiped out.
As a result, half of Hellfire Citadel has fallen, and the Broken Halls and Magtheridon Lair are exposed to the Horde.
It is reported that Nazgrel has seized as many as seven Titan relics from Hellfire Citadel.
All the adventurers who participated in the war made a fortune, married blood elves, and reached the pinnacle of life.
Although the sensational effect this time was not as high as the Battle of Shattrath City, it had a profound impact on adventurers.
Countless tribe adventurers crowded their heads to enter Orgrimmar to register and participate in the trials.
Thrall ordered Eitrigg to strictly select adventurers. Just like the previous times, they must pass a life-and-death duel before the winner is eligible to join the Thrallmar Legion.
At least half of the adventurers fell in the Orgrimmar trials and were made into hard jerky by the orcs.
Eitrigg also added that a high deposit must be paid in order to be eligible to fight to save Azeroth.
For this reason, a large number of adventurers went bankrupt and owed high debts that they could never repay in their lifetime.
Despite all the high threshold restrictions, adventurers still cannot stop their determination to save Azeroth.
Not long after, the number of adventurers in Salma exceeded 100,000.
Nazgrel came personally to discuss the battle with Kargath about Magtheridon's lair.
This battle requires the sacrifice of 100,000 adventurers. There must be a larger and more comprehensive publicity, and there are many details that need to be discussed.
After repeatedly finalizing the details, Nazgrel stayed for dinner.
The dinner was quite sumptuous, and I was accompanied by a sexy female orc, who made me very drunk.
Nazgrel felt proud. Not long ago, he was just one of Thrall's thousands of advisors, leading the weak Dark Scar clan to survive hard.
Now, by betraying adventurers, he has become a great hero of the tribe and the commander of the advance army in the outer lands, with an unlimited future.
Drunk, I rushed back to Salma and entered the bedroom to rest. Suddenly, a light came on.
Eitrigg appeared in Nazgrel's room, kicked him to the ground, drew his whip and beat him severely.
Nazgrel sobered up in an instant and did not dare to resist. He was beaten until he was bleeding, and he lay on the ground and begged again and again.
Only then did he understand that no matter how great his military achievements were, he was still a humble slave in front of Eitrigg, and killing him was like crushing a bedbug.
Eitrigg stopped fighting only when he was tired, and asked gloomily:
"Have you ever met Magtheridon?"
Nazgrel's face was covered with blood, and he said inexplicably: "No."
Eitrigg grinned: "That's good. It seems I can spare your life. I'm very lazy. It takes time to create a waste like you."
Nazgrel knelt on the ground and kowtowed, panicking and having no idea what was happening.
Eitrigg sat on a chair, drank wine slowly, and said:
"Listen up, Kargas considers himself the chief of the orcs. You and I both know that the orcs can only have one chief, and that is Thrall, the great savior. Kargas, the false chief, must die."
Nazgrel was not surprised after hearing this. He had already planned to kill Kargath and truly occupy Hellfire Fortress.
It is estimated that Kargas has the same idea, but the two parties restrict and exploit each other. Neither can do without the other, so they maintain a cooperative relationship for the time being.
"My lord, I am stupid. Kargath is protected by the abyss lord Magtheridon. I really can't think of a way."
"You are such a useless waste." Eitrigg roared angrily: "Motheridon is the lord of the abyss, and Kargath is just a bug under his feet. If Lord Magtheridon escapes, Kargath will
Garth has lost his use, and Magtheridon will definitely eat him alive if he is provoked a little bit."
Nazgrel understood Eitrigg's thinking, but he still had no idea how to act.
"Please give me some advice, sir." Nazgrel begged in a low voice.
Eitrigg sneered: "It is not necessary to succeed in sowing discord, it is enough to create a rift between the two parties. I found an ogre among the adventurers in Azeroth, who was Kargath's former comrade in the arena.
You just have to act according to the plan, and Kargas will die."
The next day, Nazgrel rushed to Hellfire Citadel again.
"Kargas, my friend, look who this is!"
A strong two-headed ogre walked out from behind. Kargas was stunned for a long time and said excitedly:
"Habdash, it's you."
Years ago, Kargath Bladefist was an arena slave in the Gorian Ogre Empire.
The ogre Habdash was sent to the arena for cheating.
The two were very good comrades, fighting side by side and achieving many victories.
Kargas got free by smashing one of his hands, relying on the gift given to him by Habdash, a smooth stone.
Meeting old comrades is a blessing in life.
Kargas was overjoyed and grabbed Habdash's hands:
"Old friend, long time no see. We haven't seen each other for many years since we parted ways at Hanging Castle."
Habdash's two heads grinned together:
"The Azeroth Alliance and the Horde were in chaos, so I took a boat and rushed to the Zandalari Empire. I took shelter in Dazar'alor and continued to do my job."
When Nazgrel saw this, he was very discerning and laughed and said:
"When old friends meet again, there will definitely be a lot to talk about, so I won't interrupt."
Nazgrel left, leaving only two people in the room. Habdash's face quickly darkened, and he stood by the window and stared at the fiery red sky in silence.
Kargas was confused and was about to step forward to ask. Habdash turned around and said seriously:
"Old friend, you are in great danger."
Kargas was puzzled, and Habdash carefully took out a box and opened it, and a pungent smell filled the whole room.
The box contained a ball of black sludge. It was so smelly that Kargas burst into tears and almost fainted.
The terrible stench made even the space distorted. Habdash was so fumed that he wiped the sweat from his forehead:
"This is the sludge between the toes of Lord Mannoroth, the Lord of the Abyss. It condenses millions of years of evil energy essence and can block Magtheridon's perception of fate."
Magtheridon's eyes can twist fate, and Kargath's expression froze instantly:
"Old friend, what do you mean?"
Habdash said loudly: "The abyss lords have a strict hierarchy. Magtheridon is a servant of Mannoroth the Destroyer. In order to join Lord Kil'jaeden, Mannoroth promised that there must be a scapegoat for the failure of Outland, and that is Magtheridon.