One hundred thousand troops were walking on the road of glory, so vast that the horizon could not be seen at a glance.
Nazgrel was a little worried and asked respectfully: "Lord Eitrigg, I heard that Habdash escaped. Is Kargath reliable?"
Eitrigg slapped him in the face and roared angrily: "You don't believe me. After Habdash escaped, I sent people to negotiate with Kargas. As expected, this idiot Kargas fell into the trap.
Willing to help us deal with Magtheridon."
Nazgrel covered his face, too aggrieved to speak out.
One hundred thousand troops lined up neatly in front of Hellfire Fortress. Nazgrel stood on a high platform, full of energy, and gave a speech in front of the public:
"Warriors of Azeroth, your courage shines brighter than a thousand suns. Today, we will end the evil rule of the pseudo-chief Kargath Bladefist, and return the Hellfire Peninsula to the embrace of the Horde. This day
We have been waiting for too long. Kargath Bladefist and his master Magtheridon are about to come to an end. For Azeroth and Outland, let us fight bravely. We no longer have fear in our hearts. We are
Invincible."
One hundred thousand adventurers roared with joy, and the sound spread far away, even the distant Glory Castle could be heard.
On the wall of Glory Castle, Robbie and Krasus held up telescopes and stared in the direction of Hellfire Fortress.
"It's another tragedy. Are we really unable to help them?" Krasus asked unbearably.
Robbie shook his head: "There is no way. Just as you will not betray the Red Dragon Queen, the adventurers of the tribe will never doubt Thrall."
One hundred thousand troops marched towards Magtheridon's lair. Such a huge army was enough to surround Hellfire Citadel.
The strange thing is that Nazgrel did not do this, but ordered the army to station aside and commanded the vanguard of 5,000 people to enter Magtheridon's lair.
A hundred thousand adventurers all need to be made into hard meat jerky, which is too much work.
Kargath gathered all the sword-wielding soldiers in Hellfire Citadel, and also transferred a large number of naga from Zangarmarsh, and finally assembled a slaughtering team of 5,000 people.
The slaughterhouse was located near Magtheridon's lair. When the first batch of five thousand adventurers came in, black mist billowed out from the ground, and all five thousand adventurers fell to the ground unconscious.
The adventurer needs to be stripped naked and sent for cleaning, followed by a series of tedious processing procedures.
About an hour later, Nazgrel commanded a second group of 5,000 men to enter Magtheridon's lair.
Among the 100,000 adventurers, there are many generals who have experienced hundreds of battles. They have never seen such a strange war, which makes people confused.
With nothing to do, the adventurers began to whisper and discuss in low voices.
"I heard some rumors." A tauren from Howling Bay whispered: "I heard that we were betrayed."
"Don't shake the morale of the army, otherwise you will be dealt with by military law." A green-skinned goblin threatened: "The great savior is kind and kind, and will never do such a thing."
The tauren was so frightened that he trembled and dared not make a sound again.
"Did you smell it?" A troll sniffed the air: "It's such a strong smell of blood. It's strange that I didn't hear the cry of killing."
"Don't worry, Nazgrel is a famous general in the world, it's enough for us to fight bravely." The speaker was a furbolg attached to the tribe.
In Magtheridon's lair, mist drifted in, and dozens of undead staggered out.
One of the undead yelled in dissatisfaction:
"Everyone, listen, the evil orcs want to make us into hard meat jerky, but they look down on the undead. This is too bullying."
"What, made into hard meat jerky? Aren't we here to destroy the evil orcs?"
"Lies, sowing discord, these undead have bad intentions, kill them."
"Yes, this must be Kargath's conspiracy. We must believe General Nazgrel."
The adventurers were excited and rushed towards the dozens of undead. After a while, the talkative undead turned into a pile of bone powder.
After another long while, a strong evil orc walked out of the depths of Magtheridon's lair and protested loudly to Nazgrel:
"What did you do? Can a pile of rotten bones of the undead be made into hard meat jerky? Let the undead go away."
Nazgrel was so depressed that the evil orcs actually spoke out in public regardless of the occasion.
"Okay, I will immediately send the undead out, as well as the blood elves." Remembering Thrall's fear of Kael'thas, Nazgrel nodded.
The conversation between the two was heard by adventurers at the forefront and gradually spread.
"Rumors stop with wise men. I believe Nazgrel would not treat us like this." Many adventurers said.
"Yes, this must be Kargas's plan. The time has come to test us. Don't waver."
Not long after, the order came down, and the blood elves and undead came out and immediately returned to Salma.
The remaining adventurers could no longer calm down, and there were countless rumors.
"What's going on? Are we really going to be made into hard meat jerky?" A panda asked aggrievedly.
"I don't know, but I have full confidence in Thrall, the great savior. It's better to wait and see what happens."
Three teams of 5,000 people entered Magtheridon's lair, and the smell of blood became stronger and stronger, almost making people sick.
The remaining adventurers gradually became lazy, sitting or lying down, talking among themselves.
Nazgrel was very dissatisfied and shouted loudly:
"Give me some energy. Azeroth is facing life and death. Your comrades are fighting bloody battles at the front. Is such laziness worthy of the savior Thrall?"
The adventurers finally calmed down a bit, lined up neatly, and stopped talking.
Most of the day passed, and the adventurers who lined up and stood upright felt as if their legs were filled with lead.
Six teams of 5,000 people have already disappeared into Magtheridon's lair, leaving a large open space.
I saw a large group of evil orcs walking out of Hellfire Fortress and burying wooden poles in the open space.
Immediately afterwards, one cart after another of processed corpses was transported out, and the evil orcs carefully hung the corpses on wooden poles to dry, forming a forest of meat.
The method of disposing of corpses by the Fel Orcs in Hellfire Citadel is relatively primitive and requires exposing them to the sun.
"Holy Light, where did these corpses come from?"
“Are we really going to be turned into hard jerky?”
"Don't talk nonsense, the great savior Thrall is kind and kind."
"This must be an illusion created by Magtheridon to shake our military morale. This is a test for us."
While everyone was talking about it, hundreds of adventurers rushed out from Magtheridon's lair, covered in blood. The few adventurers running in front shouted:
"Everyone, run away. This is a conspiracy. The evil orcs want to make us into hard meat jerky."
Nazgrel waved his hand, and the personal guards rushed over and killed all the escaping adventurers.
"Creating rumors and shaking the morale of the military is an unforgivable crime. There are so many military orders. Who wants to learn from them?"
The remaining adventurers all kept silent and did not dare to speak.
As more and more adventurers enter Magtheridon's lair, there are more and more wooden poles hanging corpses.
In the end, everyone understood that this was the conspiracy, and Nazgrel betrayed them.
However, no one dared to resist, and no one even dared to make a sound. They were indifferent and walked silently to the depths of the lair to be made into hard meat jerky.
For three whole days, one hundred thousand adventurers disappeared into Magtheridon's lair.
The open space around Hellfire Fortress was filled with corpses waiting to be dried.