The thousand Troll Chefs were dumbfounded, and the enraged adventurers rushed over, punching and kicking them.
"It's not our fault, it's all the orders of the great Savior Thrall," the Troll Chef pleaded, having been badly beaten.
The adventurers were not willing to be turned into Tough Jerky, and a thousand Troll Chefs were quickly mashed into mincemeat, with only a few escaping.
Thrall frowned. The Burning Legion's technology was always reliable; how could there be a glitch?
It's important to understand that the Orcs only want the adventurers' flesh and blood, a small number of high-quality souls to be sent to Shattrath City, and the rest belong to the Burning Legion.
"Lor'themar, explain this to them," Thrall ordered, secretly clutching the Teleportation Rune in his robes.
Lor'themar was stunned, unsure how to explain to the adventurers, yet unwilling to disobey Thrall's orders, so he could only bite the bullet and step forward:
"My fellow citizens of the Shattered Sun Offensive, I love you as much as I love the people of Silvermoon City."
The adventurers below were making a ruckus, with one shouting, "Did you slaughter the Blood Elves of Silvermoon City?"
"That was all the work of the Evil Kael'thas," Lor'themar tried to explain, then a thought struck him, "Listen to me, everyone! Kael'thas colluded with the Legion, setting up an ambush in Moonscar Valley. The great Savior Thrall received the news and rushed to your rescue as quickly as possible."
"What did those Troll Chefs say?" some adventurers asked, disbelieving.
Lor'themar raised his hands and swore, "In the name of the Holy Light, they were all sent by Kael'thas to slander the great Savior Thrall. If there is even the slightest lie, may the Blood Elves die a horrible death."
The adventurers discussed the matter animatedly, each holding different opinions, making it difficult to reach a consensus.
Kasrakel's eyes darted around, and he stood on a high spot, calling out loudly:
"Everyone, please be quiet and listen to me. The great Savior Thrall has saved Azeroth countless times. You should all believe in the Savior. This is clearly Kael'thas framing us."
Seeing the adventurers waver and the wind shift, Lor'themar was secretly pleased:
"Kasrakel is right. Kael'thas is colluding with the Burning Legion, plotting to destroy Azeroth. Commander Turalyon is a witness to this. Don't fall for it."
In fact, most adventurers lack their own opinions and simply follow the crowd.
A few adventurers who saw the truth wisely kept their mouths shut when they saw the menacing Orcs from Outland.
After some discussion, everyone gradually came to believe that this was Kael'thas's conspiracy.
Lor'themar had actually managed to persuade the adventurers. Thrall was secretly pleased; the adventurers were just stupid. He could only wait for an opportunity to turn them into Tough Jerky.
Just then, the ground shook violently, and a huge figure appeared on the cliff above Moonscar Valley.
The Pit Lord Brutallus, his mountain-like body swaying, approached Thrall and Pride asked:
"Thrall, what's wrong with you? How did these idiots wake up?"
The Pit Lord's body was so conspicuous that his voice, like rolling Thunder, resounded throughout the entire Moonscar Valley.
The adventurers were stunned, then erupted almost instantly.
"Is that Pit Lord of the Burning Legion?"
"How did the great Savior get involved with the Burning Legion?"
"Wasn't it said that Kael'thas was colluding with the Burning Legion?"
Having been ruined by Brutallus, Thrall dared not complain, and could only force a smile and whisper:
"I don't know what happened, but it's probably Kael'thas doing something behind the scenes."
Brutallus was furious. "To actually stop us from harvesting these ants, does Kael'thas want to destroy Azeroth?"
"Savior, this can't be true!" an adventurer cried out.
"We've all been tricked. This is a conspiracy. The previous 50,000 adventurers were also murdered by Thrall."
"Joining Shattered Sun Offensive is tantamount to killing us, why is that?"
With Brutallus backing him up, Thrall dropped his pretense and revealed his true colors, grinning maliciously:
"Hahaha, what a bunch of hopeless fools, utterly stupid. That's right, I'm going to turn you all into Tough Jerky, you stupid trash. You don't deserve to live. Being Orcs food is the only meaning of your existence. I am the Legion's lackey. The Legion gave me everything. What can you do to me?"
Brutallus said coldly, "Why waste your breath talking to a bunch of food, Thrall? You're incredibly boring. Behold my Abyss gas; I'll bury them all."
Dark clouds gathered above Moonscar Valley, with Fel clouds converging into Maelstrom, Windfury and ghostly wails.
Below, 650,000 adventurers wept bitterly. Kasrakel collapsed to the ground, a wave of despair washing over him.
I thought I was being highly valued by Thrall and would reach the pinnacle of my life, but I never expected to end up as just another food item.
"Go all out against Thrall?"
An adventurer roared angrily, but unfortunately, the cliffs on both sides of Moonscar Valley were too steep for even monkeys to climb.
Thrall laughed until tears streamed down his face, "How could you be so stupid as to believe such nonsense as saving Azeroth? Even the Bloodtooth Crocolisk of Outland are smarter than you."
Suddenly, Portal appeared behind Brutallus, and the massive body of the Ethereal Mech appeared behind him, its Ironfist slamming into Brutallus's back.
Brutallus quickly stopped casting the spell, turned around, and raised Fist Weapons gauntlets to parry.
"Kael'thas, it really is you." Brutallus sneered coldly, "I knew you'd come. Destroy before the Legion!"
Kael'thas followed closely behind, crossing the Portal. Facing such a powerful opponent as the Pit Lord, Kael'thas dared not be careless and immediately unleashed the Seven Weapons.
The Seven Weapons are seven Legendary weapons forged in the Void Forge of Silvermoon City. They were nurtured deep within the Sunwell for a thousand years and have long since developed sentience.
Brutallus swung its massive tail and slammed it down on the Ethereal Mech and the Seven Weapons. The ground trembled violently, and smoke billowed out.
Kael'thas stepped forward and dispersed the smoke. Brutallus was gone; only a severed tail of the Pit Lord remained on the ground.
"This is the Pit Lord's Tail-Shedding Escape Technique," Robbie explained.
Upon seeing Kael'thas charging towards him, Thrall was terrified and hastily crushed the Teleportation Scroll in his arms.
A glint flashed in Kael'thas's eyes as he cast a spell to disrupt the teleportation.
Thrall, with his sharp eyes, quickly grabbed Lor'themar. In a flash of light, the two appeared in the center of Moonscar Valley, among 650,000 adventurers.
"Adventurers of Azeroth, I love you!" Thrall shouted hoarsely. "The fate of Azeroth hangs in the balance! Let us unite, destroy the Evil Kael'thas, and fight for Azeroth!"
However, the adventurers no longer wanted to believe Thrall, and countless hateful eyes were focused on Thrall.
Lor'themar was on the verge of tears, but managed to echo Thrall's cry:
"That was just to expose Kael'thas's scheme. You must trust us. For the sake of Azeroth, every one of you is a hero."
Kasrakel pushed through the crowd and approached Thrall: "Savior Thrall, this is the last time I will address you by your name. Do you really think we're fools?"
Thrall turned pale, his legs buckled, and he knelt on the ground, trembling.
On the other side of the cliff, the Windrunner Sisters hid in the shadows.
"Kael'thas did a good job. It seems we don't need to get involved," Alleria said casually.
Sylvanas smiled slightly. "You're oversimplifying things, sister."