Kael'thas used ranged magic to observe the Blood Elves crossing the Portal outside Pliers Town.
I had imagined them to be numb, ashen-faced, like walking corpses.
Kael'thas, however, witnessed an unexpected scene.
Overjoyed, with drums and gongs resounding throughout.
The mother held her son's hand and said, "This time you're going to be turned into Tough Jerky by the Orcs, and your father and I support you. You're the pride of our whole family."
The wife held her husband's hand and said proudly, "I'm so happy you were chosen. You don't have to worry about the children anymore."
The older brother saw his chosen younger brother off. "Little brother, go in peace. Be glorious and become the Orcs' Tough Jerky. Be brave and don't disgrace the Blood Elves."
Relatives came to see them off, and the chosen Blood Elves all smiled and happily bid farewell to their loved ones.
"When did dying become an honor?" Kael'thas couldn't understand.
Advisor Salarid was also puzzled. "I don't understand, what's wrong with the tribesmen?"
"It's the power of magic." Robbie stepped out from behind, pointing to the endless stream of Blood Elves emerging from the Portal.
"They chose to compromise, their hearts consumed by dark magic—this is M'uru's power."
"M'uru?"
Kael'thas lamented, "My people have been plunged into darkness, unable to distinguish right from wrong. What shall we do?"
Salarid said sadly, "Prince Highness, you cannot give up. Remember our plan."
Kael'thas nodded and looked in the direction of Pliers Town.
Lor'themar ordered a high platform to be built and used a sound-amplifying spell to transmit the sound to Tempest Keep.
"Prince Highness, do you see? The people have arrived. If you do not surrender, today, ten thousand Blood Elves will become food for the Orcs."
Kael'thas gritted his teeth in hatred, unsure how to respond.
Salarid spoke on behalf of the Prince, also using the magic to amplify her voice:
"Lor'themar, I see the people are very happy. Since they are willing to become the Orcs' Tough Jerky and are proud of it, why should we stop them?"
"Haha, don't you know why? Because the Blood Elves are all afraid of me. They're a bunch of cowards, Imp."
Lor'themar consolidated his rule by relying on M'uru, who had become Entropius, and disregarded the opinions of ordinary people, publicly revealing his ambitions.
"Look at these cowardly wretches, their minds Corruption by dark magic, a bunch of incompetent trash, scum, Kael'thas, is this the Blood Elves you had your hopes for?"
A large group of Blood Elves were brought to the front lines, Thrall Faction five hundred Troll Chefs to prepare them for being turned into Tough Jerky.
"Kael'thas, I'll ask you one more time, are you really going to watch them die?"
An elderly Blood Elf wept bitterly, crying, "Your Prince, surrender now! Be eaten by the great Orcs with us!"
Another Blood Elf shed tears of emotion. "To be able to gloriously become food for the Orcs, my life has not been in vain."
"Prince Highness, surrender! The Savior Thrall will surely devour you himself—what a glorious honor that would be!"
Lor'themar laughed until tears streamed down his face, "Look at these idiots, Kael'thas, they're about to turn into Tough Jerky."
Kael'thas gritted his teeth, his face expressionless, and gave the order in a low voice:
"Fire."
A dark cannon barrel protruded from the entrance of Tempest Keep, aimed at Lor'themar's position.
At the start of the war, Kael'thas sent men to kidnap the Burning Legion's technicians, found Draenei technicians in the deep mountains of Oshu'gun, and also brought in several engineers from the Star Consortium.
In the end, the Burning Legion's technicians were the most reliable, unlocking some of the weapons in Tempest Keep, but unfortunately, only one remained.
A bright light shone from the tip of the cannon barrel, and the surrounding magical energy was instantly drained.
Lor'themar was terrified and cried out, "Kael'thas, have you gone mad? You're going to kill us all!"
Kael'thas bit his lip hard. "It's more dignified to die at Tempest Keep than to become Orcs food."
Lor'themar, not wanting to die, pleaded urgently, "Kael'thas, stop! We can discuss anything!"
"It's over, Lor'themar. Go to the Shadowlands and repent, and taste the power of the Holy Light Railgun."
Boom!
With a loud bang, a ball of multicolored light shot out, passing over Lor'themar's head and landing in the center of Pliers Town.
Lor'themar was so frightened that she fell off the platform, pissing herself in the process.
In Pliers Town, a bright light flashed, and in an instant, all the buildings turned to ashes, including the 50,000- Orcs army.
Lor'themar's mind went blank for a long while before a guard covered his nose and helped him up.
"Am I dead? Are you hurt?"
The guard shook his head. "No, you are perfectly unharmed."
"I'm fine, haha, I'm fine." Lor'themar jumped up happily, but then, as if remembering something, a look of sadness appeared on her face.
"No, Kael'thas, what have you done? You have killed the great Savior!"
Lor'themar was devastated, weeping uncontrollably, and rushed towards the Pliers Town.
In the center of Pliers Town, Thrall's Dining Hall was illuminated by a hemispherical shield of Holy Light.
Vakansinas Theron, served as Thrall's food, played a crucial role at a critical moment, using the Holy Light to save Thrall and Eitrigg.
The Holy Light shield dissipated, revealing three survivors.
Lor'themar was overjoyed. "Great Savior, it's so good to see you're alright!"
Thrall recovered from his initial panic and smiled calmly.
"How could I be in danger? I could defeat Sargeras with a single finger. What can a mere Holy Light Railgun do to me?"
Lor'themar asked obsequiously, "My Lord Savior, Kael'thas has committed such a grave error, how will you punish him?"
Thrall tore a large chunk of flesh from Vakansinas, and the old Blood Elf who had just saved Thrall let out a mournful cry.
"As punishment, kill half of the Blood Elves of Silvermoon City and turn them all into Tough Jerky."
"Great Savior, your wish will surely be fulfilled."
Lor'themar accepted the order and left, disregarding the filth on his body, immediately carrying out Thrall's command.
Liadrin quickly grabbed Lor'themar, roaring, "Are you insane? Fifty thousand Orcs have been wiped out, why are you still obeying Thrall?"
Lor'themar was extremely anxious, and sneered, "Do you think we have a way back? As long as Thrall lives, I am the king of Silvermoon City. Without the support of the Orcs, we are sinners of Silvermoon City, and we will be torn to pieces, our souls never finding peace."
The Archmage Rommath said sadly, "There's an old saying: 'Better to be the head of a chicken than the tail of an ox.'"
Lor'themar said firmly, "That's right, I'm going to turn the Blood Elves from cows into chickens."
Having said that, Lor'themar personally led his elite Personal Guard to begin slaughtering the Blood Elves.
In a chaotic rampage, thousands of Blood Elves fell beneath Lor'themar's blade.
Thrall bit off Vacancinas's neck and was now feasting on it.
Suddenly, a flash of dark light appeared, and a sharp dagger slashed across Thrall's neck.
Thrall touched his neck, and his head rolled to the ground. The specially made toxin spread rapidly, turning his body and head completely black.
Kobold Osaid, having failed to lock onto his target in Durnholde, has finally found an opportunity this time.
Eitrigg plopped down on the ground, his face pale.
Lor'themar stopped slaughtering his people, only to feel a sudden dizziness.