In the process of exploring Marton, the Broken Abyss, Fandel encountered chaos in time and space more than once.
Although he couldn't figure out the origin of these cats and why they were open to the night elves, Fandral's suspicion of Illidan deepened.
"I have a plan." Fandel's expression was solemn.
Orgrimmar, Spirit Valley.
The corpses of orcs pile up like mountains, and there are often souls wandering around at night.
Abyss Lord Mannoroth stopped eating almost endlessly, and during his years in Orgrimmar, his body gained weight.
Mannoroth summoned Thrall with a voice like rolling thunder.
"I have received information that demon hunters have entered that dangerous world. They are destined to never return."
Sal said uneasily:
"According to our intelligence, only a small group of demon hunters entered Marton, and the main force still remains in the Dark Temple."
Mannoroth glared and yelled angrily:
"You don't believe me? Illidan will soon put all the demon hunters into Marton. Everything has been planned."
Thrall hurriedly knelt on the ground, not daring to look into the eyes of the abyss lord.
Mannoroth opened his bloody mouth and ate half of the guards around Thrall. The feeling of satiety reduced his anger.
"The demon hunter has extremely strong personal combat power and is best at attacking the opponent's leader. Without the demon hunter, you are safe, Sal."
Thrall let out a long breath and said: "As long as I am still alive, it doesn't matter how many orcs die, for Azeroth."
Mannoroth grinned: "Then our plan can begin. After all, we have been preparing for so long."
Sal showed a cruel expression: "Yes, we have been waiting for a long time, and we are already ready."
Mannoroth glanced at him: "Before attacking the Black Temple, I want to introduce someone to you."
Behind Mannoroth, the power of sacred light suddenly flashed.
Prophet Velen walked out with a smile.
Sal suddenly showed a vigilant look. You must know that the orcs slaughtered countless draenei and almost wiped out their clan.
This is a life and death enemy.
Unlike the nervous Thrall, Velen's expression was calm and he smiled lightly and said:
"Great savior Thrall, I have heard about you for a long time, and when I saw you today, you turned out to be heroic and extraordinary."
Thrall forced a smile: "Hello, Prophet Velen."
Mannoroth pulled the two people together: "Now you should cooperate sincerely in order to defeat Illidan."
Thrall observed Velen's expression carefully: "Yes, the evil Illidan dares to be an enemy of the orcs. He deserves to die."
"I serve the Burning Legion." Velen said naturally: "Adal and I have reached an agreement. The Lord of Outland will be the general of the Burning Legion."
"So you are a messenger." Thrall smiled evilly: "No wonder the Draenei are so vulnerable."
Tanaris? Caverns of Time.
The desolate desert? The scorching sun? Archmage Romans is extremely busy. In recent days, he has led the mage of Silvermoon City to build hundreds of portals.
The Sunreapers from Dalaran are also very busy. Tanaris Desert? There are portals at regular intervals.
Are these portals connected together by magic? But the coordinates of the teleportation are unknown.
"I said, why are we working in the desert?" Romance complained to his subordinates dissatisfied.
A blood elf mage guessed: "Has the tribe taken big action recently? We all know that Thrall, the great savior, hates evil so much that he can't rub sand into his eyes."
"Yes? How great is the savior Thrall? Because of Thrall, Silvermoon City can live a happy life." Another blood elf mage said with admiration.
Rommath glanced at him sideways. Just a few days ago, in order to appease Eitrigg's wrath, his sister was eaten up by a group of orcs? No bones were left.
Forgetting hatred so quickly and learning to praise Thrall, the future is limitless.
"A bunch of trash? Cowards and idiots." Romance cursed secretly.
"The great savior Thrall is kind and benevolent. He lights up Silverymoon City like a warm sun. He takes care of us like a kind father. The orcs are the most kind race in Azeroth."
When it comes to praising Thrall, Rommath will not be at a disadvantage in the slightest.
After resting for a long time and wiping the sweat from their foreheads, the mages began to work hard again.
In less than a week, more than a thousand portals were built in the Tanaris Desert.
Rommath was curious about what Thrall was going to do, so he secretly left a surveillance eye.
In Shattrath City, Velen in another timeline is uneasy.
Head of State Margok stared into Viren's eyes maliciously:
"Why, the time is coming to verify whether what you said is true. Why are you so nervous?"
Velen grimaced: "You have to believe me, I have nothing to do with the Burning Legion."
Anachronos looked disdainful:
"Velan, after getting along with you for so many days, we all understand who you are. Colluding with the Burning Legion is indeed something you can do."
"You can't believe one side of the story." Velen said innocently.
"Yes, one person has helped us find the evidence." Anaclos smiled coldly: "Follow us, we will see the truth soon."
Velen wanted to resist, but for fear of arousing suspicion, he could only bite the bullet and follow Anachronos to the outside of Shattrath City.
In the quiet valley, shrouded in magical mist, a beautiful manor appears before your eyes.
There are countless pavilions, bridges and flowing water.
The bricks on the ground are inlaid with a layer of fine gold, and the gorgeous palace buildings are actually made of precious krypton gold.
Anachronos, Margok, and Durotan were all shocked by such a luxurious palace.
Only Viren disagreed.
"This isn't your first time here, is it?" Anachronos turned his head and looked at Velen.
Viren nodded awkwardly.
The four of them entered a small house in the back garden, and Khadgar, whom they had not seen for a long time, appeared.
"I am already a member of the Shattrath City Defense Force, and this manor belongs to Adal." Khadgar was wearing the uniform of the city defense force.
Only then did everyone suddenly realize that except Adar, who could use precious krypton gold as bricks.
"Today, Adal will entertain a distinguished guest. I am responsible for the security here." Khadgar said reluctantly:
"There is a magic monitoring crystal in the cabin, which allows you to see the entire manor."
The five people sat around the crystal, and Viren's expression became more and more embarrassed.
Not long after, a portal opened in front of the manor, and Velen, the prophet of this timeline, appeared in front of everyone.
Behind Viren was Thrall. The two were talking and laughing, seemingly close friends who had known each other for many years.
Not long after, a green portal opened.
A strong eredar stepped through the portal, his skin an unhealthy red, followed by four legion guards.
Velen stepped forward to greet the Eredar, hugged each other friendly, and spoke kind words.
"Okay, I admit it." Next to the surveillance crystal, Velen knew that he couldn't hide it: "This is my son, General Lakish of the Burning Legion. I am proud of him."
Viren and his son entered the palace while talking. In the luxurious living room, the petite Naru had been waiting for a long time.
This Naaru is a clone of Adal, representing the Legion of Light.
Representatives of the Burning Legion and the Holy Light Legion sat down respectively, accompanied by Thrall and Velen, and the negotiation officially began.