Thrall is recruiting in Tanaris's Steamwheedle Port.
Azeroth once again faces a life-or-death crisis, and the great Savior Thrall once again steps forward to save the world, with five great heroes joining him.
Among them are Azeroth's most powerful Paladins, mages, Orcs Warriors, and Forsaken rogues. Although the latter two have not yet been born, this does not prevent them from saving Azeroth.
Who says you have to be born to save Azeroth?
The news quickly caused a sensation in Azeroth, attracting countless adventurers who came with tears in their eyes, filled with excitement, lofty ideals, and hopes for the future.
Thrall publicly announced that this was a dangerous journey that required a willingness to die for the cause. All participants needed to sell their possessions and hand them all over to Thrall, completely cutting off their own escape routes, in order to unleash their full potential and achieve victory in this desperate situation.
In response, Marin Noggenfogger, the Grand Apothecary of Steamwheedle Port, explained, "Even the great Savior Thrall could abandon everything to fight for the salvation of Azeroth. What right do ordinary adventurers have to refuse this great honor? Mere personal possessions are of no use."
Marin Noggenfogger set an example by donating five doses of Noggenfogger Elixir to support the Justice cause of the Savior Thrall.
Countless adventurers, moved by Thrall's words or inspired by Marin Noggenfogger's words, sold their possessions to come and Thrall.
On Thrall's first day in Steamwheedle Port, more than five hundred adventurers came to seek refuge with him.
Five hundred adventurers were locked in the central iron cage as soon as they entered Steamwheedle Port.
Thrall watched the adventurers hand over their mountain of wealth, his heart pounding with delight, but he had to feign a wronged expression, pouting as he said:
"Saving Azeroth requires a lot of money, and who will benefit from this amount?"
Looking at the adventurers of various races inside the iron cage, Thrall's eyes darted around as he said:
"Saving Azeroth is a Justice cause. I need true warriors, not useless trash. Now you need to fight amongst yourselves. The hundred who survive will have the honor of joining my ranks for Azeroth."
Not wanting to miss out on trouble, the Goblin guards nearby raised their signal flares.
After the signal flare fired, a large amount of mist suddenly surged out of the iron cage. Thrall couldn't see clearly, but after a series of shouts of battle, everything finally calmed down.
After the mist dissipated, the iron cage was filled with piles of corpses, leaving only a petite female Vulpera standing on top of the corpses, holding a terrifying long spear in her hand.
Thrall was stunned; he hadn't expected that there could be such a skilled individual among ordinary adventurers.
The Goblin guards took out the key and opened the iron cage, Thrall stood up to greet them personally.
"Revered master, may I ask where you come from?"
The Vulpera- woman grinned. "Captain Eudora of the Freehold Water Rat Gang greets you, the great Savior Thrall."
Freehold, how familiar it seems, Thrall wondered to himself, when a Goblin guard beside him let out a scream:
"Pirates, you are Pirates."
The Vulpera raised her spear, and with a deafening roar, half of Thrall's head was blasted off.
Many of the corpses inside the iron cage stood up and charged towards the Goblins of Steamwheedle Port.
Meanwhile, a Pirate ship appeared near Steamwheedle Port, its cannons roaring, keeping the Steamwheedle Port's Guards pinned down.
The Goblins of Steamwheedle Port were robbed by the infamous Water Rat Gang, and Marin Noggenfogger's fortune of millions vanished in a single day. The Venture Company refused to pay out insurance, and Marin was so desperate that he almost committed suicide by jumping into the sea. The Savior Thrall was sent back to the Caverns of Time healed.
The Emissary helped Thrall heal his injuries. This time, Thrall was smarter; he recruited the Elite warriors on the list first, and then recruited the Cannon Fodder Troops.
The first on the list is a powerful Elemental, the Stone Elemental Lords Morchok, who is said to be related to the Stone Mother Therazane and lives in the Stone Ridge of the Eternal Tides.
The Eternal Tides is located on an island deep in the ocean east of Steamwheedle Port, a mysterious elemental realm that only appears at specific times.
Anachronos, son of Nozdormu, carried Thrall into the elemental realm of Eternal Tides, where a large number of Elemental lived, with Water Elemental and stone elementals being the most numerous.
Stone Ridge.
After sleeping for many days, Morchok, whose body was already covered with various green plants, suddenly awoke and ordered all the stone elementals to hide underground.
He stared nervously at the sky, and when he saw a Bronze Dragonflight descending from the heavens, his gaze tightened slightly.
Thrall stood on Anachronos's back, looking down at the stone Elemental Lords.
"Morchok, Azeroth faces a life-or-death crisis and needs you to save it. Give me your life, fight for me, and become my most loyal Servant."
"Thrall, I know you. You can't fool me."
Morchok spoke in a low voice, "Both the Scourge and the Twilight's Hammer have recruited me, but I have refused. I only want to live a peaceful life. I have no ideal of saving the world, much less the malicious intent to collude with you and destroy it."
Thrall laughed heartily, "Well said, but it's meaningless. The Scourge won't do anything to you, the Twilight's Hammer won't harm you, but I am Thrall, the Savior. I'm different from them. It's either become my Servant or die."
I choose to fight.
Morchok roared and stomped the ground, sending countless pebbles flying like meteors towards Anachronos. Anachronos quickly took flight to dodge the attack.
Anachronos raised his head and stared at Morchok:
"Big rock, look me in the eye and see who I am?"
Morchok's face showed horror, and he took a step back in fright. "It was you."
Long ago, Morchok was just a nascent stone elemental, less than a foot tall, who witnessed a Bronze Dragonflight descend from the sky and destroy his birthplace.
Morchok was the sole survivor, and the Bronze Dragonflight became his eternal nightmare. Even after becoming a powerful Elemental Lords, he still dared not confront the fear in his heart.
Anachronos said slyly:
"You are very powerful, and I am no match for you, but I can go back to the time of your birth and kill you in your infancy. You should know the methods of the Bronze Dragonflight."
Morchok was so frightened that he trembled all over, and stones kept falling from his body.
Anachronos continued:
"Morchok, it's impossible to remain untainted in this world. By rejecting the Scourge and the Twilight's Hammer, you've essentially joined Thrall's side. Yes, Thrall's goal is to destroy Azeroth, but you have no choice but to become an accomplice or die. There is absolutely no third path for you."
Thrall grinned maliciously, "If you can't be good, you must be evil."
A enslavement spell floated down from the sky. Morchok still hesitated. Thrall said impatiently, "Sign your name, or die. My patience is limited. Of course, your people will also face annihilation."
Morchok finally broke down, picked up the enslavement talisman, signed his name, and then respectfully knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Thrall.
Thrall said smugly, "Very good, with such a big fool, subduing the next slave will be much easier. No one can escape my grasp."
Next on the list is Hagara the Stormbinder, a female Orcs mage.