Facing Thrall, who was kneeling and begging for mercy, Kasrakel showed no mercy and raised his Battle Axe.
This axe is called Serathil, and it's a fine-grade weapon. Thrall closed his eyes, thinking to himself that his life was over.
Lor'themar was in tears. With Thrall dead, he was finished. He threw himself at Thrall without hesitation.
An Outland Orcs grabbed Lor'themar by the back of the collar, lifted him up, and threw him aside. A large group of Orcs surrounded him, ready to devour him.
Kasrakel aimed at Thrall's head and swung down with all his might.
Suddenly, a milky white light descended from the sky, enveloping Thrall's body. When Serathil struck this light barrier, Kasrakel felt a violent tremor in his arm, nearly dislocating it.
In broad daylight, a bright full moon appeared in the sky, and a gentle voice rang out:
"Thrall, my servant, my chosen Savior, my loyal sheepdog, shepherd Azeroth for me. Those who defy Thrall will never find peace."
Enveloped in light, Thrall slowly rose, spreading his arms as if to embrace the earth. Behind him, a pair of white wings of light appeared.
The Moon Goddess's voice rang out again, filled with majesty:
"Those who believe in Thrall will be saved, and their souls will find eternal peace in the Moon Palace."
After a brief silence, all 650,000 adventurers knelt on the ground, bowing down in worship to Thrall.
Thrall suddenly opened his eyes, exuding an imposing aura, as if Avatar, and said in a melodious and rhythmic voice:
"My loyal flock, you have been blinded. It is time to cleanse your eyes. Behold, the Evil Kael'thas is mocking us. For the sake of Azeroth, slay him!"
For Azeroth.
The adventurers cheered thunderously, as if struck by Thunder, and turned around in unison, their hateful gazes fixed on Kael'thas atop the cliff.
Kael'thas was pale and his legs were weak. Under the light of the Moon Goddess, Thrall suddenly turned the tide of the battle.
"Individual efforts are ultimately futile. Without the protection of a strong person, even one's thoughts are not one's own. What difference is there between living and being a walking corpse?"
Kael'thas gave a bitter smile, and something in his bright eyes was extinguished forever.
"For Azeroth, kill!"
It's unclear which adventurer led the charge, but 650,000 adventurers, as if under Bloodlust, roared and screamed as they charged at Kael'thas like madmen.
Moonscar Valley's cliffs are so steep that even monkeys struggle to climb them, yet they cannot deter daring adventurers.
Countless adventurers have fallen during the climb, breaking their arms and legs or losing their lives.
The adventurers behind them stepped on their bodies, climbing upwards with reckless abandon.
Of course, not all adventurers lost their minds; a few remained clear-headed and silently headed towards the canyon's exit.
After making numerous sacrifices, the first adventurer reached the top of the cliff.
Kael'thas shook his head in disappointment, Ethereal Mech transformed into its flight form, carrying Kael'thas and his party away.
Fearless courage is utterly useless in the face of steel and technology.
After Kael'thas left, the adventurers' spirits vanished instantly, leaving them feeling empty inside. Only then did they realize that their limbs were weak and their whole bodies were powerless.
Adventurers who were still climbing fell from the cliff, causing countless tragedies.
What's even more terrifying is that, taking advantage of the chaos, Thrall and Lor'themar have disappeared, and the radiance of the Moon Goddess has vanished.
A strong Furbolg stepped forward and shouted:
"Kael'thas has fled, but the Magisters' Terrace will not. Let us fight for Azeroth, and for the heroic sacrifice of the great Savior Thrall."
For Azeroth.
The adventurers mustered their courage once more, their spirits soaring, and prepared to head to the Magisters' Terrace to fight Kael'thas bare-handed.
On the other side of the cliff, Alleria's pretty face Frost, and she said in a chilling voice:
"Elune."
Sylvanas smiled and nodded:
"Now you understand why Thrall became the Savior. I must say, Thrall was very resourceful, managing to navigate between the Burning Legion, the Army of the Light, and Elune, earning the appreciation and respect of all three. For a servant of Karazhan to achieve this, even I have to admire him."
"He was just a pawn after all." Alleria was very unwilling.
"Who isn't a pawn? This is the helplessness of the weak." Sylvanas sighed, coldly surveying the adventurers of Moonscar Valley.
"They believed the Moon Goddess's lies, truly believing that souls live forever in the Moon Palace? How hopelessly foolish! They deserved to be used by Thrall. Rather than die in vain at the Magisters' Terrace, let them be my subjects. Forsaken, hmph, who knows where our souls go after death? Certainly not to the Moon Palace."
Adventurers charged toward the Magisters' Terrace. In the narrow passage at the valley entrance, Catapults of the Forsaken appeared on the cliff face. The Undercity Royal Apothecary Society looked down at the crowd with disdain.
Catapults launched barrels filled with Plague, quickly blocking the narrow entrance to the valley.
Green smoke filled the air, and adventurers who accidentally inhaled it coughed incessantly and soon collapsed to the ground.
Even more frightening is that when the smoke comes into contact with the ground, it corrodes the surface and spreads rapidly.
"The Forsaken!"
The adventurers retreated in terror, and more Catapults appeared on the cliffs on both sides, firing continuously, and Moonscar Valley was soon shrouded in smoke.
The Windrunner Sisters appeared on the cliff, Sylvanas sneered:
"Foolish adventurers, the Moon Goddess will not save you. You let Thrall go, losing your only chance to live. Become my servants."
The corrosive effects continued to spread across the ground, and the green Plague gas caused adventurers to fall in droves.
Flesh corroded and fell away, revealing white bones. Absorbing the power that corroded the ground, the Forsaken stood up and let out an angry roar.
"You really killed them all." Alleria's face showed remorse.
Sylvanas smiled slightly:
"This isn't death, it's a new life. From now on, they'll have no more worries, and they won't be taken advantage of. Isn't that wonderful?"
Alleria closed her eyes sadly. There were many things she had no choice in; she could stop her sister, but the Magisters' Terrace would be in danger.
Faced with hundreds of thousands of crazed adventurers, whether Kael'thas and Turalyon can bring themselves to kill them is a difficult question.
Life is selfish.
Of the 650,000 adventurers from Shattered Sun Offensive, fewer than 50,000 escaped. These people dared not return to their base and could only seek refuge at the Magisters' Terrace.
The Battle of Moonscar Valley has ended, Shattered Sun Offensive Base remains.
Brutallus's newly grown tail lashed heavily against Thrall.
Thrall flew out like a cannonball, his whole body turning into a bloody mess.
The Legion Engineers came forward to heal Thrall, and then Brutallus crushed him.
After being tormented like this several times, Brutallus finally vented his anger and left satisfied.
When Thrall awoke, he vented his anger on Lor'themar, hanging him up and whipping him mercilessly.
"Useless trash, you worthless piece of trash!" Thrall grew increasingly enraged, beating Lor'themar mercilessly.
Eitrigg took the opportunity to slander:
"My Savior, Sylvanas is the biggest winner. The Forsaken's power has expanded, Lor'themar was originally Sylvanas's subordinate."
Thrall suddenly realized, and gritted his teeth, saying, "Lor'themar, is there anything else you want to say before you die?"