The Kobold Turalyon delivered a speech in Silvermoon City, calling on everyone to unite and destroy the Evil Kael'thas.
The news spread, and the people of Azeroth were thrilled.
In a mysterious Valley, a white-bearded hermit unearthed a long-buried suit of armor and a precious sword.
"I didn't leave the mountain when the Orcs invaded, Kael'thas acted perversely, so I had to stand up."
The wealthy minor nobles in the countryside sold their possessions and purchased armor and weapons at high prices.
"Azeroth has reached a critical moment; we must stand up and fight to protect Azeroth."
The Kobold village, hidden deep in the mountains, heard the Kobold Turalyon's speech and were filled with fervor. They sold their winter provisions and rushed to Quel'Thalas.
"We Kobolds may be weak, but we are willing to contribute our meager strength to Azeroth and to destroy the Evil Kael'thas and the Burning Legion."
After the Kobold Turalyon finished his speech, the merchants who traded weapons and equipment took the opportunity to raise prices and made a fortune.
Tickets to Silvermoon City have increased several hundredfold, and countless adventurers have sold their possessions to buy tickets in order to join the Shattered Sun Offensive and save Azeroth.
This is a sacred moment, a great moment, and also a moment for a few to make a fortune.
Quel'Thalas Island attracts a large number of adventurers every day.
Initially, Thrall commanded the Orcs to kill all arriving adventurers and turn them into Tough Jerky.
But there were just too many adventurers, Tough Jerky piled up like mountains, overflowing the warehouse, with much of it rotting and spoiling.
To maintain secrecy, even the ruthless Thrall had no choice but to abandon the plan before building a larger warehouse.
Lor'themar hadn't expected that Kobold 'Turalyon speech would be so effective.
Thrall patted Lor'themar on the shoulder with satisfaction and said:
"Very good. They will all become food for the Orcs. You have made an outstanding contribution to saving Azeroth."
Lor'themar smiled obsequiously and said, "It's my honor."
Inside an inn in Shattrath City, Alleria Windrunner Anjing sipped her drink.
As the eldest of the Windrunner Sisters, Alleria possesses an agile figure and an ageless appearance.
Of the three sisters, Sylvanas is the most ruthless, while Vereesa is somewhat naive.
Alleria is the most mature, steady, and knowledgeable.
As early as when the Orcs opened the Dark Portal, Alleria foresaw that Azeroth was entering a period of great calamity and tried her best to persuade her two younger sisters to flee for safety.
Unfortunately, Sylvanas was unwilling to relinquish power, Vereesa was reluctant to give up her comfortable life, and only Alleria successfully left for distant lands.
Turalyon sent a letter explaining that the Holy Light had abandoned him, Alleria's face immediately darkened.
"Shattrath City is not a safe place to stay."
Alleria keenly realized this and was about to get up and leave.
A female Orcs, reeking of foul odor, drunkenly approached Alleria:
"Your husband is a filthy Kobold, ha ha."
Laughter erupted inside the hotel. Alleria sensed something was wrong and didn't want to get involved. Suddenly, the door swung open, and a group of Blood Elves walked in.
Leading the group was Voren'thal, the leader of the Scryers, and the adventurers disguised as tavern patrons also stood up, surrounding Alleria in the center.
"As everyone knows, Turalyon is a Kobold, currently a guest at Shattered Sun Offensive." Voren'thal smiled mysteriously, "Alleria, the great Savior Thrall requests your presence."
Alleria scoffed, "You're willing to be Thrall's loyal lackey, but I'm not."
"That's not up to you." Voren'thal prepared to cast a spell.
Alleria looked at him disdainfully. "With your magic?"
Voren'thal shook his head. "Alleria, the Holy Light has abandoned you. You're finished."
Alleria remained unfazed and suddenly threw a smoke bomb, engulfing the entire inn in black smoke.
"Quickly, block the doors and windows, don't let her escape."
Voren'thal wasn't worried; the inn was completely surrounded, and without the Holy Light, Alleria had no chance of escape.
After the smoke cleared, the Scryers searched every corner of the inn, but there was no trace of Alleria.
"Impossible, how did she escape?"
Of the Windrunner Sisters, Alleria is not as powerful as Sylvanas, but she is also the most mysterious.
Aldor's leader, High Priestess Ishanah, entered through the back door, carefully sniffing the scent in the air.
"Strange, the smell indicates that Alleria hasn't left the hotel."
Ishanah followed the scent to a wine barrel, Aldor Priest opened it, only to find it empty.
In Undercity, Sylvanas stepped into the Throne Room alone and suddenly sensed something.
"My dear sister, your appearances always seem so sudden." Sylvanas narrowed her eyes. "There are Legendary you're in league with Umbric's group, and it seems they're true."
Umbric, an Archmage from Quel'Thalas, has developed a deep interest in the power of the Void.
High Archmage Rommath opposed his research and repeatedly tried to expel him from Silvermoon City.
"My Void power has nothing to do with Umbric." Alleria stepped out from behind the throne. "If I relied solely on the Holy Light, I would have died long ago."
Sylvanas leaned closer, examining her sister's face closely:
"Delicate skin, warm breath, alluring fragrance—how enviable! You've accepted the power of the Void; does your husband know?"
Alleria laughed, "Turalyon is pretending not to know."
"A cunning couple." Sylvanas sat on her throne, her long legs crossed high. "You could have easily kept it a secret. Human lifespans are short; you'll be free soon."
Alleria didn't want to dwell on the matter and questioned, "You should know what happened in Silvermoon City, why didn't you stop it?"
"Are you blaming me?" Sylvanas's lips curled slightly. "Lor'themar betrayed their people, exchanging power and glory for Thrall. What could I do?"
Sylvanas suddenly took flight, transforming into her Banshee form, a piercing whistling sound echoing around her:
"In the eyes of the Blood Elves, I am nothing but a rotting corpse, an Undead, a filthy Dark Lady. Do you think they would listen to me?"
Alleria remained silent. The Blood Elves preferred to accept Lor'themar's cruel oppression rather than submit to Sylvanas.
Having shed her Banshee form, Sylvanas returned to her throne and smiled seductively:
"So what I can do is retrieve the Blood Elves ' remains from Lor'themar, then resurrect them as Undead to join my elite forces and serve me."
Alleria sighed, "It seems you haven't forgotten your hatred."
"Why forget?" Sylvanas scoffed. "They mocked me, and now Undead 've become as filthy as I am—how ironic."
"So what now? The Shattered Sun Offensive has gathered over half a million adventurers, and more are constantly arriving. Aren't you going to do anything about it?" Alleria asked.
Sylvanas touched her forehead and said:
"This is a bit difficult. Thrall's appetite is too great. He wants both the adventurers' flesh and blood and their souls. Without souls, they can't be made into Undead. My dear sister, you've always been resourceful. Do you have a solution?"
Alleria was prepared. "It's simple, join them."