At the camp not far away, Anachronos and his companions witnessed Thrall's ambush of M'uru through Magic Crystal.
Anachronos shook his head and said regretfully, "The only lesson history teaches us is that we never learn anything from history. Regent Lor'themar, Prophet Voren'thal, and High Priestess Ishanah were all outstanding figures, but unfortunately, they all fell victim to Thrall's cruelty."
Durotan chuckled and said, "Shattrath City and Silvermoon City have really suffered a huge loss this time."
Velen shook his head, his reasoning sound, "Now you understand why we Draenei were slaughtered by the Orcs. No matter how meticulously we planned, no matter how elaborate our strategies, we couldn't overcome the Orcs' cruelty and slaughter. Trusting the Orcs meant certain death."
Imperator Mar'gok frowned. "I don't understand, what method does Thrall have to attack Tempest Keep?"
Upon hearing this, the four fell silent.
Orcs are lacking in magic, unlike the Blood Elves who have spellbreaker units; and their shamans are far inferior to the Aldor's Draenei shamans.
How can the Orcs, skilled in land warfare but lacking an air force, manage to scale Tempest Keep?
Orgrimmar and Undercity have several airships, making it impractical to support Outland.
Even with airships to assist in the battle, they wouldn't be able to defeat Kael'thas's air force.
Anachronos pondered for a long time, "With my intelligence, it's hard to guess how the Orcs would attack Tempest Keep. I wonder where Thrall's confidence comes from."
Durotan hesitated, then said, "Without Secret Weapon, the Orcs cannot succeed."
The Prophet Velen could find fragments of the future in the Holy Light, but unfortunately, he couldn't fathom Thrall's plans.
Meanwhile, the generals of Sha'tar and Silvermoon City were also trying to figure out Thrall's thoughts.
The group arrived at Pliers Town with great anxiety. Thrall sat on his throne and glanced at his generals with disdain.
Eitrigg roared, "Kneel down, you bunch of useless trash!"
The Prophet Voren'thal had no choice but to lead the way, kneeling on the ground and kowtowing to Thrall.
Regent Lor'themar was used to it and obediently knelt on the ground.
High Priestess Ishanah bit her lip in resentment, but thinking of the 50,000 Orcs in Pliers Town, she had no choice but to submit.
The generals from Sha'tar City and the high-ranking officials from Silvermoon City all knelt on the ground like slaves, Thrall enjoyed this feeling.
Thrall kicked Voren'thal's face, then sent Ishanah flying, and with his foot on Lor'themar's face, he said smugly:
"Now you know how useless you are! Not only did you fail to take Tempest Keep, but you also suffered heavy losses, almost total annihilation. How could you be so incompetent? Even a random dog could do better than you. My great Savior Thrall has worked so hard. Without me, Outland would have been destroyed long ago."
Voren'thal thought to himself: If it weren't for you, we would have already won.
"I have a way to take Tempest Keep without bloodshed." Thrall looked at Lor'themar with ill intent.
"Regent Lor'themar, the worthless leader of the Blood Elves, tell me, what price are you willing to pay to defeat Kael'thas?"
With Thrall's foot stomping on Lor'themar's face, she said ingratiatingly, "Silvermoon City is willing to pay any price."
"I really admire your determination," Thrall chuckled. "Kael'thas has a weakness: he cares deeply for his people. If you send all the inhabitants of Silvermoon City to Pliers Town, the Orcs will devour ten thousand a day. In less than seven days, Kael'thas will surely surrender. Haha, I'm so clever!"
Eitrigg immediately flattered, "Only a great Savior could devise such a brilliant, flawless, and perfect plan."
Liadrin turned pale with fright and stammered, "Please, great Savior, have mercy! In less than seven days, the Blood Elves will be wiped out!"
Thrall glared at her coldly. "What, do you want to destroy Azeroth? Blood Elves are useless trash, they should have died long ago."
Archmage Rommath crawled a few steps on his knees, clinging to Thrall's legs and pleading, "Savior, please have mercy! The Blood Elves are few in number."
Thrall kicked Rommath away, angrily saying, "What right do incompetent Blood Elves have to bargain with me? I only give you two choices: either be slaughtered by the Orcs, or hope for Kael'thas's mercy. If he surrenders, the Blood Elves may be spared."
Eitrigg said sarcastically, "I really don't understand. The Orcs have fought time and time again to save Azeroth, and all you Blood Elves want is to exterminate your race? How can you not accept such a small condition? Compared to the Tauren, your moral standards are far inferior. Shamelessness is the very name for Blood Elves."
Thrall said arrogantly, "Countless Orcs have sacrificed their precious lives for Azeroth. What, now that it's the Blood Elves' turn to sacrifice, you dare to refuse? Incompetent Lor'themar, what is your decision?"
Lor'themar sighed helplessly, "For Azeroth, I'm willing."
"That's more like it." Thrall stomped hard on Lor'themar's face. "Look at this, the leader of the Blood Elves, betraying his own people without hesitation. How pathetic."
The Orcs inside the tent burst into laughter, but Lor'themar paid them no heed.
After the pre-battle meeting ended, the generals left Pliers Town, Liadrin angrily grabbed Lor'themar.
"Are you insane? You're sending our people to their deaths?"
Lor'themar remained unfazed and said, "I'm not crazy. Thrall is right; this is the best solution right now. I support the Savior Thrall."
Rommath wiped the dirt from his face, sighed, and said, "I know Prince Kael'thas. If I explain the stakes to him, he will surely surrender, and the Blood Elves will be spared from disaster."
Voren'thal scoffed, "You're oversimplifying things. Kael'thas may be like that, but his men don't think so. Surrendering will only mean being eaten by the Orcs; they'll never agree to it. Silvermoon City is doomed this time."
Liadrin drew her blade, grabbed Voren'thal, and pointed the dagger at his throat. "It's all your fault! Why did you bring the Orcs here? The Blood Elves are about to be wiped out. Are you happy now? Is this your purpose?"
Voren'thal could only manage a wry smile, "And what about you? Why did you join the Horde? Do the Blood Elves really want to become Orcs food?"
Priestess Ishanah scoffed, "Give me a break. You're all just sacrificing your people for your own ambitions. The Blood Elves are truly unlucky to have three leaders like you."
Lor'themar waved his hand and said, "Stop arguing. Now we can only put all the blame on Kael'thas. If the Blood Elves perish, he will be the culprit. You all figure out how to persuade him to surrender."
Tempest Keep.
Rommath met with Kael'thas and tearfully recounted Thrall's scheme.
Kael'thas was so shocked he almost jumped up. The twisted prophet Salarid, one of the four advisors, stepped forward to confront Archmage Rommath.
"Rommath, you are the High Archmage of Silvermoon City, surely you can see through this conspiracy?"
Rommath looked puzzled, Salarid stared into his eyes:
"You think Thrall will spare Silvermoon City if we surrender?"
Rommath lowered his head. "I don't know."
Salarid asked, "Do you trust the Orcs' reputation, or do you have faith in Thrall's character? If Tempest Keep falls, Thrall will act without restraint, and Silvermoon City will truly be doomed. Don't you understand this simple logic? You dare call yourself the chief Archmage of Silvermoon City? You're hopelessly stupid."