Hellfire Peninsula, Thrallmar, the Horde's base.
Anachronos, Imperator Mar'gok, Durotan, Velen infiltrated Honor Hold as adventurers.
Nazgrel brought glory and prosperity to Thrallmar at the cost of hundreds of his people.
Thrallmar is in dire need of development, and countless Portals have been opened.
The Goblin Guild delivered a large amount of war supplies, including countless suits of armor, weapons, and siege equipment, to Thrallmar.
The towering barracks, with watchtowers under construction, and the adventurers living in tents, all wore hope on their faces, anticipating the adventure that was about to begin.
Anachronos looked at the group of adventurers with Mercy: "A bunch of pathetic people who believed Thrall's lies. If Hellfire Peninsula were covered in gold, would it have been their turn?"
Durotan grinned wickedly. "As expected of Orcs, toying with the adventurers of Azeroth like pie."
Velen sat cross-legged on the ground, his hands on his knees, muttering incantations:
"I saw it all. Countless Restless Souls wandered the earth, wives called out their husbands' names, and elderly people wept until their eyes were red. Sadly, their children could never come back."
Mar'gok glanced around and whispered, "Don't forget our mission. The Titans Relic in Kargath Bladefist's possession should be the Fountain of Living Water, which provided clean fresh water for Highmaul. Besides that, it's also a magical artifact of ice magic."
"Ice-based?" Anachronos scratched his head, thinking of Jaina from the future, who would surely be interested in this Titans Relic.
Suddenly, cheers rang out at the entrance of Thrallmar, where a twenty-person adventure team returned, looking travel-worn.
This adventurer team was mainly composed of Orcs, but also included Tauren, Blood Elves, Undead, and other races. They were all wounded and carried back two corpses.
But their haul was enviable: a whole bag of precious Magic Crystals, including a fist-sized red crystal that was priceless.
The team dared not linger and immediately returned to Orgrimmar through the Portal, announcing their retirement.
At everyone's insistence, they revealed the origin of the crystals: these precious Magic Crystals came from the Agonar's Pool in the north.
It is said that the Agonar's Pool is filled with Magic Crystals.
Although the Agonar's Pool was occupied by Agonar, the Pit Lord of the Burning Legion, the illustrious Pit Lord looked down on ordinary Magic Crystals.
With enough courage, one can reap a bountiful harvest from the Agonar's Pool.
Upon hearing this, the adventurers were all eager to try. That very night, a team of a thousand people headed to the Agonar's Pool, while countless other teams followed suit.
Agonar's massive body was submerged in the pool, a sacred spring of the Draenei imbued with rich magic, which allowed his strength to grow.
By the pool, Nazgrel knelt earnestly on the ground, uttering flattering and obsequious words.
With Eitrigg's guidance, Nazgrel finally understood how to drink the blood of adventurers.
"For a small amount of low-quality Magic Crystals, you can obtain a large number of souls." Agonar's lips curled slightly. "This is indeed a very good deal. So, Orcs, what do you want?"
"My lord, I only want honor," Nazgrel flattered.
Agonar nodded. "As you wish, the magic here is almost exhausted. I need to leave Azeroth. You can keep the remains I leave behind."
Nazgrel was extremely grateful. "Thank you, great Pit Lord. Tonight, you can fully enjoy the thrill of slaughter."
That night, a commotion arose in Agonar, which quickly subsided, and all was quiet.
The next day, several small teams returned, having amassed a large quantity of precious Magic Crystals, much to the envy of others.
Of course, these small teams were all deliberately arranged by Nazgrel, and no one noticed the missing thousand-strong team.
After that, teams continued to venture into the Agonar's Pool.
For several days in a row, adventurers suffered heavy losses, Thrallmar was filled with despair, causing many adventurers to lose confidence.
At this critical moment, Nazgrel once again stepped forward, personally leading Thrallmar's Orcs guards and a large number of adventurers into the Agonar's Pool.
This was a fierce battle, which was widely reported by the media in Azeroth, Bards composed numerous plays to celebrate Nazgrel's bravery.
First, Agonar burst out of the pool, using his massive body to rampage through the crowd and kill a large number of adventurers.
At the crucial moment, Nazgrel stepped forward and single-handedly held off Agonar. Despite the vast difference in their size, Nazgrel held his own against Agona.
The others seized the opportunity to launch an attack and successfully wounded Agonar.
Agonar flew into a rage, stomping the ground fiercely, and the raging Fel Flames claimed the lives of countless adventurers.
Nazgrel's eyes widened in fury as he entered a berserk state, leaping high into the air like Grom Hellscream and slamming his axe into Agonar's head.
A few surviving adventurers vividly described the scene: Agonar looked fearful, shouted that he would return, and then a huge explosion occurred.
The remains of the Pit Lord Agonar were brought back to Thrallmar, once again shaking Azeroth. Following Grom Hellscream, the Orcs had once again defeated the Pit Lord.
Behind this endless glory and splendor, no one has ever counted the more than ten thousand adventurers who perished in the Agonar's Pool.
Upon hearing the news of Hellfire Citadel, Kargath Bladefist was skeptical and asked:
"Impossible. The Pit Lord is covered in thick Fel scales; even if it stands still and lets the Orcs hack at it, it's impossible for it to be killed."
Despite doubts about its authenticity, Nazgrel's rise instilled deep fear in Kargath.
Just then, an Arakkoa acting as an intermediary arrived at Hellfire Citadel and had a detailed discussion with Kargath.
The Arakkoa was used as an intermediary because Kargath was worried about having something on him. After the Arakkoa left, Kargath fell into thought.
High Warlock Netherkus asked curiously, "What does Nazgrell want?"
Kargath frowned. "He's here seeking cooperation. Thrallmar now has 50,000 adventurers, Nazgrel needs our help to put on a show, exchanging 30,000 adventurers for a victory."
What kind of victory?
"Nazgrel wants to capture the three outposts in the west before the Alliance does," Kargath said, pointing to the map.
Netherkurse hesitated for a moment. "If we have enough adventurer souls, we can create more Fel Orcs, and we can take back the lost outposts. It's a very worthwhile deal for us."
"I have a feeling this is a conspiracy."
Kargath struggled to make a decision, but the souls of thirty thousand adventurers drew him in, and he tried to make contact with Nazgrel.
After several rounds of negotiations, Nazgrel, eager to make a name for himself, added the lives of five thousand adventurers, and finally an agreement was reached.
In Hellfire Peninsula, at Honor Hold, the Alliance's base, General Danath Trollbane frowned as he looked at the map.
The Horde made no attempt to conceal their actions; Thrallmar deployed nearly 40,000 adventurers, their target being the three watchtowers west of Hellfire Citadel.
These three watchtowers are strategically located; capturing them would effectively cut off reinforcements to Hellfire Citadel.
For the Alliance, losing three outposts would inevitably disrupt the supply lines to Cenarion Refuge in Zangarmarsh.
With few soldiers at Honor Hold, General Trollbane hesitated whether to send troops to intervene.
Suddenly, a guard reported that a guest had arrived.