In Silvermoon City, every household is decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations to welcome the return of Regent Lor'themar.
Lor'themar consolidated his rule through bloodshed, and before he could celebrate, he hurriedly carried Thrall's corpse to the Sunwell.
At this moment, Kael'thas had already withdrawn from the Sunwell, while Brutallus and the Eredar Twins, who had returned from the Void Shadow Labyrinth, entered the Sunwell first.
The Burning Legion completely controlled the Sunwell, Kalecgos, the Blue Dragonflight, saw the winds blowing and immediately tried to curry favor with the Legion, willingly becoming their watchdog.
At the very center of the Sunwell, golden light shimmered as the Eredar Twins directed their Legion Engineers to study Sunwell energy and seal off any access points to the outside.
Lor'themar carried Thrall's corpse into the Sunwell, where he encountered the grumpy Brutallus, who was very unhappy that he had failed to capture M'uru.
Brutallus looked down at Lor'themar from his high vantage point.
"The energy of the Sunwell is of great use; it cannot be used to resurrect Thrall for now."
Lor'themar cried out, "The great Savior must be saved! Without Thrall, Azeroth could be destroyed at any moment, and we will all die!"
Brutallus said coldly, "I haven't finished speaking. Although the energy of the Sunwell is unusable, there are other methods. What price are you willing to pay to save Thrall?"
"Everything!" Lor'themar said earnestly.
"Very good." Brutallus's lips curled slightly. "The Elves of Silvermoon City are the source of energy. As long as we extract the energy from their bodies, we can resurrect Thrall."
Lor'themar, accustomed to sacrificing his own kind and unconcerned about the deaths of Blood Elves, asked, "How many Blood Elves are needed?"
"Thirty thousand will suffice," Brutallus said. "Don't worry, they won't die; they'll just become Mindless Mana Addiction Sufferers."
Upon hearing the number 30,000, Rommath sighed helplessly and remained silent.
Liadrin gritted her teeth, her face flushed, but ultimately said nothing.
Lor'themar calculated in his mind that after the Battle of Tempest Keep and the two subsequent efforts to stabilize the situation, only a little over 30,000 people remained in Silvermoon City.
If 30,000 Blood Elves were turned into Mindless Mana Addiction Sufferers, the number of Blood Elves would be less than 5,000.
Seeing Lor'themar hesitate, Brutallus said coldly:
"What, you're unwilling? Blood Elves are merely a lowly and inferior race. It's their honor to become Mindless Mana Addiction Sufferers in order to save the great Savior Thrall."
Lor'themar immediately adopted a fawning expression. "My lord, rest assured, the Blood Elves are willing to Consecration everything for Thrall."
When the news reached Silvermoon City, the Blood Elves were overjoyed. With satisfied smiles on their faces, they lined up in neat rows and couldn't wait to head to the Sunwell on Isle of Quel'Danas.
The Blood Elves elected a highly respected elder to petition Regent Lor'themar.
"Hearing that there was an opportunity to Consecration to saving the great Savior, all the Blood Elves were overjoyed and willing to become Mindless Mana Addiction Sufferers."
Lor'themar exclaimed, "With the Blood Elves possessing such resolve, the Horde will Invincible in Azeroth. People, rest assured, leave the resurrection of Thrall to us."
The elder grasped Lor'themar's hand excitedly. "Savior Thrall has saved Azeroth time and time again, and the people are grateful. This is what we should do."
With technical support from the Burning Legion and labor from the Blood Elves, an Altar was built near the Sunwell.
Because the Blood Elves were filled with gratitude and enthusiasm, the Altar was completed in less than three days.
To prevent Kael'thas from launching a sneak attack, the Blood Elves spontaneously organized a force to block the road leading to the Magisters' Terrace.
The ceremony was presided over by Brutallus himself. He charged into the Blood Elf ranks and devoured approximately two thousand Blood Elves.
"This will be a turning point in history." Brutallus ascended the Altar, letting out a satisfied burp. "I am gratified to see you all Consecration everything to Thrall."
The elder said obsequiously, "It is an honor for the Blood Elves; every Blood Elf is willing to give their life for Thrall."
"Very well, then you may begin," Brutallus said coldly.
The elder's face immediately changed, turning pale, and he pleaded loudly, "Regent, save me! You promised to save my life! Save me! I don't want to die!"
Lor'themar chuckled and said, "You will become an example for all people."
Legion Guards quickly stepped forward and seized the elder, who was so frightened that his limbs went weak and he could barely walk.
A beam of crimson light shot out from the jewel at the top of the Altar, forcefully extracting energy from the elder's body.
The elder let out a miserable howl, his body trembling like a leaf.
His once vibrant flesh withered, his once glossy skin turned into mottled old tree bark, his once brilliant golden hair fell out, and his eyes lost their luster.
The energy-extraction ritual lasted for three hours before it ended. The elder was nothing but skin and bones, his eyes were cloudy, and he was emitting silly laughter.
"Behold, this is what Mindless Mana Addiction Sufferers." Brutallus was quite pleased with his work. "Then begin, Blood Elves, before the Altar, face your Destiny."
The selected 30,000 Blood Elves lined up and surrounded the Altar. The jewel at the top emitted thousands of crimson rays of light. At the last moment, the Blood Elves removed their disguises and revealed expressions of relief.
Thirty thousand Blood Elves were brutally drained of their Mana Drain, howling in agony. Lor'themar stared with disgust at the elder Mindless Mana Addiction Sufferers.
"I thought their flesh and blood could be made into Tough Jerky, but they're so thin they're just skin and bones. What use are they? We might as well burn them all."
Brutallus's small eyes Liuliu around. "Lor'themar, those Mindless Mana Addiction Sufferers are very useful, can you guess?"
Lor'themar thought for a moment, then exclaimed with delight, "To frame Kael'thas?"
Brutallus shook his head. "Those Mindless Mana Addiction Sufferers to magic are insanely obsessed with it, to the point of death. Using magic as a lure can train them to be the most loyal servants."
Lor'themar exclaimed in surprise, "So that's how it's used!"
Brutallus said with ill intent, "Aren't you worried about Kael'thas? Why not use the Mindless Mana Addiction Sufferers to attack the Magisters' Terrace?"
The ceremony lasted for most of the day, and 30,000 Blood Elves became Mindless Mana Addiction Sufferers.
The jewel at the top of the Altar turned completely blood red, and Brutallus extracted some of the blood-red energy from it and poured it into Thrall's body.
Thrall's corpse emitted a large amount of black energy, and crimson energy repaired his body, causing his severed head to grow back.
Strangely, although Thrall was breathing normally, he did not wake up and his eyes remained closed.
"Why hasn't the Savior awakened?" Lor'themar asked, unwilling to give up.
Brutallus seemed to have anticipated this. "Thrall's soul is in slumber; only the Naaru can awaken it. You must conquer the Magisters' Terrace and find M'uru."
Lor'themar knew this was just an excuse, but he had no other choice.
Silvermoon City has fewer than three thousand Blood Elves, making them powerless against Kael'thas.
Although there are 30,000 blood elves Mindless Mana Addiction Sufferers, these mindless Blood Elves are slow-moving, lack strength, and have low combat power.
Lor'themar had no choice but to appeal to Shattrath City for help. A'dal and the Burning Legion shared the same goal: to kill M'uru.