In Silvermoon City, Brutallus, a mountain-like figure, rampaged through the city, with the Eredar Twins riding on his back.
M'uru is extremely powerful, and the Burning Legion plans to fight him three-on-one.
A deafening roar shook the earth.
Countless buildings in Silvermoon City collapsed. The Orcs destroyed Silvermoon City years ago, and this city, rebuilt from the ruins, once again faced a catastrophe.
The Blood Elves scattered in terror, but they could not escape the clutches of Brutallus and the Eredar Twins.
The Eredar Twins created a magnetic field around Brutallus, drawing in nearby Blood Elves, Brutallus then feasted on it.
For Brutallus, Silvermoon City was like a canteen, or rather, a buffet.
After consuming approximately three thousand Blood Elves, the three arrived at M'uru's hiding place.
M'uru was healing his wounds in the basement of Silvermoon City, which had originally been a secret fortress.
When the Orcs conquered Silvermoon City, some nobles hid inside and escaped the massacre.
M'uru's dark body continuously produced clusters of shadows, which were the souls of ten thousand Blood Elves he had devoured.
With each step out of the shadows, M'uru's darkness lightened a little.
Brutallus strode over, and M'uru felt the earth tremble. He carefully sensed the energy in the outside world and was taken aback.
"The power of Fel... it's the Burning Legion! How did they get here?"
After a brief hesitation, M'uru swallowed the dark souls he had spat out. Facing a powerful enemy, he had to maintain his peak condition.
"M'uru, the Pit Lord Brutallus has come to visit. I owe you a great debt from you on the Eternal Battlefield. I've said it before, I will definitely get back what you owe me."
"Damn it, why is it Brutallus?" M'uru's heart sank.
Tens of thousands of years ago, M'uru encountered Brutallus on the Eternal Battlefield. As a genius of the Army of the Light, M'uru easily won and broke Brutallus's wings.
The Abyss is a place where flight is impossible; wings are merely ornaments. But for Brutallus, this is a profound humiliation.
After his defeat, Brutallus refused medical treatment and became a one-winged Pit Lord, spending countless years searching for an opportunity for revenge.
In a one-on-one fight, Brutallus would still be no match for M'uru.
Unfortunately, the Burning Legion has no concept of fairness, and with the powerful Eredar Twins by its side, M'uru is destined to lose.
M'uru, now transformed into Entropius, slowly rose from the basement. Knowing he couldn't communicate with an enraged Pit Lord, he spoke directly to the Eredar Twins:
"These two are super geniuses of the Burning Legion, possessing both wisdom and beauty. Queen Sacrolash, the Shadow Spellcaster, and Queen Alythess, the Flame Spellcaster? Although I am a member of the Army of the Light, I have long heard of the names of these two queens and admire them greatly."
Sacrolash, one of the Eredar Twins, chuckled, "You have a sweet tongue, but we sisters aren't buying it."
How could M'uru give up? He said in a humble voice:
"I set a trap at Tempest Keep to lure Kael'thas into using the Sunwell to heal his wounds, and then give the Sunwell to my two sisters as a token of my affection."
Brutallus, impatient, spewed Fel Fire from his mouth and nose. "No need to waste words with him, let me tear him to pieces."
"Don't rush." Sacrolash patted Brutallus's head and said with a fawning smile, "M'uru, we've known for a long time that you and A'dal don't get along. A'dal is good at flattery and secretly colludes with our Legion, climbing higher than you. You were resentful, so you devoured the soul A'dal was in charge of, making it impossible for him to report to his superiors."
M'uru snorted coldly, unwilling to give up:
"A'dal is nothing but a piece of trash, a filthy bastard with low talent, while I possess pure Holy Light energy, a born super genius. How can he compare to me?"
Sacrolash nodded. "Yes, A'dal is a good-for-nothing, but he's very close to us."
M'uru said ingratiatingly, "A'dal can do, I can do too, and I can do it better."
Alythess, one of the Eredar Twins, sneered:
"Sorry, you're a genius of the Army of the Light. If you grow up, you'll pose too great a threat to us. It's best to deal with trash like A'dal."
"So that means there's no room for negotiation. Do you really think you can keep me here?" M'uru's body was surrounded by dark energy.
Brutallus said smugly, "If we were in our Holy Light form, we might not have won. But now that you're in your unfamiliar Entropius form, we're guaranteed to win."
With a powerful back kick, Brutallus launched Charge, his heavy metal Fist Weapons slamming down on M'uru.
At the same time, the Eredar sisters on her back began casting a spell, shadows and Flames merging together, coiling around her like venomous snakes.
Knowing he couldn't linger in battle, M'uru moved sideways, leaving a dark afterimage behind him. In an instant, M'uru escaped Silvermoon City.
Brutallus's heavy body put him at a disadvantage in terms of speed, Eredar Twins gave him a pair of wings, allowing him to catch up with M'uru by following his afterimage.
When they arrived at M'uru's side, M'uru had already opened a Void portal and escaped into the Void World. It seemed that he had left in too much of a hurry and hadn't had time to close the Void portal.
Brutallus and the Eredar Twins did not hesitate to pursue them into the Void World.
Only after the four powerful beings disappeared did Lor'themar dare to peek out and assess the damage to Silvermoon City.
Fortunately, neither side used Silvermoon City as Battlefield; otherwise, the Blood Elves would have been truly homeless.
Lor'themar commanded his Personal Guard to carry Thrall's body, preparing to head to the Sunwell. The safety of the Savior Thrall was far more important than that of the people of Silvermoon City.
Suddenly, the sky above Silvermoon City darkened, and a black vortex appeared in the sky. The pitch-black M'uru emerged from the vortex, its body swaying violently, almost falling.
M'uru's body was dull and lifeless, clearly indicating he was severely injured, and he lunged directly at Lor'themar.
"So it was you who betrayed me; you brought the Burning Legion here," M'uru demanded viciously.
Lor'themar was so frightened that she trembled and could not speak.
Dark energy coiled around Lor'themar's body, sending him before M'uru.
"Brutallus and the Eredar Twins are trapped in the Shadow Labyrinth by me. Now no one can save you, Lor'themar. You have disappointed me greatly."
Lor'themar's expression hardened, and she pleaded, "Lord M'uru, it's not my fault. The great Savior Thrall was betrayed and must be resurrected using the energy of the Sunwell."
M'uru saw Thrall's body, paused, and asked, "Did A'dal teach you to do this?"
Lor'themar nodded. "I'm just a piece of trash, a useless nobody, how dare I disobey Lord A'dal's wishes?"
M'uru said viciously, "If I were in my Holy Light state, saving Thrall would be a piece of cake. A'dal may be a fool, but it wouldn't be difficult for him either. Hmph, he's trying to kill me."
Suddenly, a bright sphere of light appeared above Lor'themar's head. The sphere grew larger and larger, revealing the image of A'dal.
"A'dal!" M'uru gritted his teeth in hatred.
"M'uru," A'dal's voice was smug. "Though you are a genius of the Army of the Light, you are about to die."
M'uru sneered, "You treacherous villain, you've been plotting against me in secret."
A'dal laughed, "Foolish M'uru, don't you understand? Ever since you bewitched the Blood Elves into joining the Horde, you've sown the seeds of your own demise. Thrall's corpse is down there. You can live if you devour his soul, otherwise you'll die. Do you have the guts? Useless trash!"