Fifty thousand adventurers gathered in Quel'Thalas, and thanks to the Burning Legion maintaining Order, chaos was prevented.
Lor'themar was under immense pressure; the cost of food and drink alone was staggering, not to mention the exorbitant fees paid to adventurers.
We must quickly capture the Magisters' Terrace, defeat Kael'thas, rescue M'uru, and save Thrall.
Lor'themar sought advice from Brutallus.
"The adventurers are of varying quality and poorly equipped. Although they have an advantage in numbers, they may not be a match for Kael'thas."
Brutallus looked down at Lor'themar and said coldly, "The Legion won't send troops to help; you'll have to figure it out yourself."
Lor'themar pleaded in a low voice, "My lord, you misunderstand. I don't need the legion to send troops directly; I only need the Legion to provide command so that the adventurers can unite as one."
Brutallus thought for a moment, then said, "Alright, I agree."
Lor'themar was overjoyed, thanked her profusely, and turned to leave.
Before they had even left the Sunwell, a Legion Guard caught up with them. "Lor'themar, Lord Brutallus requests your presence."
Lor'themar returned, bewildered and anxious. Brutallus smiled and said:
"I've discussed it with the Eredar Twins. The Magisters' Terrace hides a terrifying source of magic; you'll have a very difficult time winning."
Lor'themar was terrified. The Magisters' Terrace belonged to the Sunstrider royal family and was off-limits to outsiders; it held countless secrets.
Kael'thas seized control of the Magisters' Terrace in order to uncover its secrets.
Brutallus reassured him, "Don't worry, Kael'thas hasn't fully digested the energy of the Magisters' Terrace yet. We still have a chance; the Legion will provide you with weapons and equipment."
Lor'themar was overjoyed; the Burning Legion's equipment was extremely advanced, and the adventurers of the Shattered Sun Offensive would be several times stronger.
"These equipment aren't a gift; you need to return them to the Legion after you're done using them," Brutallus said sternly. "Consider the cost of the Magisters' Terrace's mana source as rent."
Lor'themar nodded hastily; he was willing to do anything to defeat Kael'thas.
The battle for the Magisters' Terrace has officially begun, and 50,000 adventurers have assembled.
To boost the morale of adventurers, Lor'themar first publicly announced that the Burning Legion would provide weapons and equipment, along with generous rewards.
After the war, ten thousand brave and meritorious adventurers will be selected and rewarded with permanent residency in Silvermoon City.
The Blood Elves number less than three thousand, of whom three hundred are unmarried women of marriageable age.
Despite the objections of the crowd, Lor'themar decided to distribute the spoils to the three hundred bravest warriors in battle.
With the reward policy in place, the adventurers' morale soared.
Adventurers come from all races, including Ogres, Goblins, Murlocs, Kobolds, gnolls Gnoll, and Ooze. Marrying a Blood Elf woman is every adventurer's dream.
Under the command of the Legion's generals, the adventurers, their spirits high, marched in neat formations, singing the song of Silvermoon City, toward the Magisters' Terrace.
As previously arranged, adventurers will change their equipment in Moonscar Valley, a basin-shaped canyon with cliffs on both sides, capable of holding a million soldiers.
After 50,000 adventurers entered Moonscar Valley, Brutallus's massive body appeared on the cliff, followed by a large group of Orcs.
Brutallus laughed heartily, "The adventurers of Azeroth are truly foolish, falling for their tricks so easily."
Right at Brutallus's feet, the Savior Thrall sat at the dining table, with Eitrigg serving him. On the table was already bound a shaved Tauren.
Thrall devoured the beef, his mouth full of blood, a cruel smile on his face.
"If I hadn't faked my death, Lor'themar would have been on guard. The Magisters' Terrace is a huge pit, helping the Orcs bury all the adventurers of Azeroth."
Brutallus chuckled and said, "Same old rules as always: the Burning Legion wants souls, Orcs want flesh and blood."
Thrall nodded. "Fifty thousand adventurers made into Tough Jerky will be enough for us for a while, but it's far from enough."
Brutallus's expression shifted slightly. "What good idea do you have?"
Thrall laughed mockingly, "The adventurers of Azeroth have one weakness: they always love to fight for Azeroth. This is their path to death. To fight for Azeroth means to be eaten by us Orcs."
Brutallus's eyes darted around, and he chuckled, "Very well, the rest is up to you."
"I have a plan," Thrall said with a ferocious expression.
Fifty thousand adventurers arrived at the center of Moonscar Valley. A light mist shrouded the area, and they could vaguely see mountains of weapons and armor, as well as countless siege weapons.
Just as everyone's enthusiasm was running high, countless green Runes flashed on the ground, and a pale green mist rose from it.
The adventurers suddenly felt dizzy and collapsed to the ground.
A thousand Troll Chefs wearing gas masks stormed into Moonscar Valley and Proficiency turned fifty thousand adventurers into Tough Jerky.
Before long, Moonscar Valley was filled with flesh and blood waiting to dry, and piles of bones lay everywhere.
Lor'themar sits atop the Shattered Sun Offensive base, awaiting news of the adventurers' victory.
Suddenly, an adventurer with a blood-covered face ran back to the base, panting heavily:
"Disaster has struck! Fifty thousand adventurers were ambushed by Kael'thas and wiped out!"
"What!"
Lor'themar was terrified and grabbed the adventurer who had brought the news. "Where were we ambushed?"
"Moonscar Valley!" the adventurer exclaimed.
Lor'themar hurriedly took out the map and asked in surprise:
"Isn't Moonscar Valley a place for changing equipment? It's very close to the Shattered Sun Offensive base, why would Kael'thas ambush us in a place like this?"
The adventurer sobbed, "Kael'thas used some unknown method to destroy the equipment in Moonscar Valley and set up Magic Circle inside. Fifty thousand adventurers have fallen victim to it."
Lor'themar paced back and forth anxiously, not understanding what had happened, and hurriedly went to the Sunwell to see Brutallus.
"We've all underestimated Kael'thas," Brutallus said regretfully. "The Magisters' Terrace must hold artifacts from Queen Azshara's era."
Lor'themar had no doubt about the Burning Legion, and asked with a mournful face, "What should we do?"
"The Shattered Sun Offensive Needs More Adventurers." Following Thrall's plan, Brutallus said calmly, "If necessary, the Burning Legion can cooperate. We can say that Kael'thas is colluding with us to destroy Azeroth. I believe there are many adventurers willing to fight to save Azeroth."
Lor'themar shook his head, saying with difficulty, "Naru Adar's influence is limited; I'm afraid no more adventurers will be willing to join us."
Brutallus chuckled, "I heard Turalyon has appeared in Outland."
At the same time, the media controlled by the Orcs were fully activated.
The three most influential media outlets— Ratchet, Gadgetzan, Booty Bay —reported extensively on the brutality of the Battle of Moonscar Valley.
Kael'thas conspired with the Burning Legion to destroy Azeroth.
Renowned media Big Candle Gagg's tearful appeal, his words deeply moving, was published in the Stormwind City and Orgrimmar Daily:
"The Evil Kael'thas has risen, and Azeroth is in grave danger. At this critical juncture of life and death, all races and individuals of spirit and courage must rise to fight for Azeroth. Millions of adventurers have rallied; let us face this peril together. The fate of Azeroth rests on this battle."