Lor'themar wouldn't be sad if her biological father was eaten alive by Thrall.
When his people were turned into Tough Jerky by the Orcs, Lor'themar would only clap his hands and cheer loudly.
With Thrall killed and his greatest support gone, Lor'themar felt as if the whole world had turned dark.
Power, Wealth, and status are about to leave him; if Kael'thas returns, he will face only death.
"I gave it my all, I'm not reconciled!" Lor'themar braced herself against the ground with her right hand, forcing herself to calm down.
"He's dead, Thrall is dead, that demon is finally dead." Liadrin laughed until tears streamed down her face, her days of despondency vanished, and she rallied once more.
Rommath quickly covered Liadrin's mouth, cautiously glanced around, and whispered a warning:
"Are you crazy? Be careful someone overhears us, or we'll all die."
Lor'themar staggered to her feet, glared fiercely at Liadrin, and made a throat-slitting gesture.
It meant she was being warned that if she spoke out of turn, she would be killed.
The thought of the ten thousand people of Silvermoon City hanging on wooden poles, the stench of blood rising to the heavens, made Liadrin pale with fright.
In the nearby camp, Anachronos and his three companions were also stunned.
Thrall, who Legendary Invincible throughout the universe, capable of defeating Sargeras with his fists and kicking Void Lords with his feet, and who could destroy Thrall Pantheon with a single finger, was killed by the Kobolds.
"I recognize that Kobold." Although the Kobold Osaid had only appeared once, Anachronos had already memorized it.
Durotan frowned. "How did he get here? Can Kobolds travel through time?"
Anachronos was displeased. "In Azeroth, only the Bronze Dragonflight and the Infinite Dragonflight possess this ability."
The Prophet Velen looked surprised. "Thrall died just like that? This doesn't make sense in history!"
Thrall obviously couldn't have died here, but how he was resurrected is not recorded in history, leaving Anachronos puzzled.
Prophet Voren'thal led the few remaining Scryers to Pliers Town to carefully examine Thrall's corpse.
The corpse, Corruption by the mysterious toxin, had already shown signs of decay. Voren'thal closed his eyes, carefully sensing the changes in the surrounding energy.
The Aldor leader, High Priestess Ishanah, crouched down to examine Thrall's corpse and exclaimed:
"What a potent poison! The Draenei have wandered the stars for countless years and have never seen such a terrifying toxin."
Lor'themar, Rommath, and Liadrin also rushed to Thrall's side.
Regent Lor'themar knelt on the ground, tears streaming down his face, sobbing uncontrollably, clutching Thrall's hand tightly.
Beside him lay his own father, whom Thrall had bitten to death, his eyes wide open, dying with unseeing eyes, but Lor'themar didn't even see him.
"My heart is filled with grief, great Savior Thrall, I am willing to kill half the Blood Elves of Silvermoon City to die with you."
Eitrigg knelt on the ground, looking utterly dejected. Without Thrall as his Orcs, many orcs could easily devour him alive.
Voren'thal suddenly opened his eyes and said to Ishanah, "Did you feel it?"
Ishanah bit her lip hard, unwilling to accept it, and after a long while, she finally said, "I can feel it, Thrall's soul is still here."
Lor'themar's eyes lit up with hope. "You mean the great Savior is still alive?"
Voren'thal nodded, his expression grave. "Thrall's soul was perfectly preserved within his body, something like Soulstone. It must be technology from the Burning Legion."
Lor'themar wept with joy, exclaiming excitedly, "This is wonderful! My Savior, he's still alive!"
Eitrigg, rekindled with hope, leaped high and kicked Voren'thal in the face:
"Useless trash, why aren't you healing the Savior?"
Voren'thal covered his face, meekly and timidly saying:
"The poison in the Savior is terrible; there's nothing I can do."
Eitrigg gritted his teeth and grabbed Lor'themar, giving him a good beating.
"You incompetent piece of trash, hurry up and save the great Savior, or the Orcs will raze Silvermoon City to the ground and turn all the Blood Elves into Tough Jerky."
Lor'themar dared not resist and was beaten so badly by Eitrigg that his bones Hamstring and he lay on the ground howling in agony.
Romans advised, "Lord Eitrigg, please don't be sad. Why don't we go and consult Naru Adar?"
A'dal the Naaru, the most powerful Naaru known, is extremely knowledgeable. If A'dal has no way to deal with this, then everything is truly over.
None of the others could cure Thrall, so this was the only option left.
The Battle of Tempest Keep has temporarily come to an end, with Tempest Keep officially declared to have fallen.
The great Savior Thrall personally intervened, killing Kael'thas as easily as crushing a bug.
Outland and Azeroth were once again in an uproar, with countless people spreading the news and celebrating wildly. The great Savior Thrall had once again saved the world.
The body of a Blood Elf was transported back to Shattrath City and hung at the city gate; it was said to be the body of Kael'thas.
Many people came to watch, saying that Prince Kael'thas was dashing, extraordinary, and a rare handsome man. Many were surprised to find that the corpse seemed to have aged a bit.
Of course, no one dared to say anything more, for saying too much would mean being hanged at the city gate.
This was, of course, Eitrigg's idea. Lor'themar didn't care about his father's corpse being exposed in public; he escorted Thrall's Corpse all the way, staying by his side like a filial son.
In the Holy Light Plaza of Shattrath City, Thrall's corpse lay on the Altar, its body rotting and oozing pus from the terrible toxins of the Kobold Empire, emitting a stench that filled the air.
Naaru Adar floated high above, its light slowly brushing over Thrall's corpse, and a gentle voice echoed.
"His soul is remarkably well-preserved, but unfortunately, I'm powerless against this poison. Thankfully, this isn't despair."
Voren'thal was secretly surprised. With A'dal's abilities, reshaping a body wouldn't be difficult. He clearly had the ability to resurrect Thrall, so why was he making excuses?
"Where is M'uru now?" A'dal suddenly asked.
Lor'themar, her eyes red from crying, wiped away her tears and said:
"M'uru absorbed a large amount of dark energy through Spatial Rift near the Sunwell, transforming into Entropius, and is currently residing in Silvermoon City."
A'dal calmly replied, "You killed ten thousand Blood Elves, not only to establish your authority, but also to heal M'uru, right?"
Lor'themar hurriedly knelt on the ground. "Lord A'dal, this was M'uru's idea. He said that as long as enough souls are devoured, then expelled from the body as shadow vessels, and finally restored to their original state with the pure energy of the Sunwell, they can be fully recovered."
A'dal's voice was warm. "M'uru is right. Becoming Entropius is to stabilize the body, and then use a large number of souls to remove the Shadow power within. After receiving enough pure energy, one can transform from Entropius into Naaru form. This is why we Naaru devour souls."
After a pause, A'dal asked, "Lor'themar, Thrall the Savior or M'uru, which would you be willing to give up?"
Lor'themar was slightly taken aback. With M'uru's protection, Silvermoon City was safe, and Lor'themar's power would also be guaranteed.
However, M'uru has already been abandoned by the Army of the Light, and the Burning Legion is also eager to make a move. M'uru is very likely to bring about the destruction of Silvermoon City.
In contrast, while the Savior Thrall may be cruel and ruthless, he is a reliable patron.
Just like Cairne Bloodhoof, although he turned the Tauren into food for the Orcs, his position as chieftain remained incredibly secure.
"I'm willing to Consecration everything for Thrall." Lor'themar made his choice quickly.