In the sky above Shattrath, a burning Phoenix soared across the heavens, accompanied by Ethereal Mech in flight form.
Standing atop the Ethereal Mech, the Tempest Keep Generals gazed down at Lor'themar. Kael'thas proclaimed:
"I'd like to see who dies here today."
The phoenix opened its mouth and spat out a black sphere of light, which enveloped Naru Adar in the air.
A'dal was momentarily immobilized, feeling the binding force emanating from the Shadowlands.
Below, the people attending the ceremony saw Kael'thas and his Phoenix, and they began to discuss it amongst themselves.
"Wasn't Kael'thas supposed to be dead? How come he's alive again?"
"Shh, keep your voice down. Is this something you should be discussing?"
"Kael'thas died, and he came back to life; he exists in two different states, one of death and one of life."
"Don't talk nonsense. This is a scheme by the Naaru A'dal and the Great Savior Thrall, designed to lure Kael'thas out."
"Truly worthy of being called the great Savior Thrall, and the light of light A'dal, both of you possess foresight and vision. This is a blessing for Shattrath City."
Kael'thas's temporary sealing of A'dal's seal clearly indicates he came prepared.
Lor'themar was startled, but thankfully she was prepared and shouted:
"Blood Elf warriors, the time has come to Consecration yourselves for Azeroth! Bravely Consecration your flesh and soul, let your lives and souls burn fiercely! Your sacrifice is meaningful and worthwhile, for Azeroth, for the great Savior Thrall."
The Blood Elf honor guard, a total of forty-nine Paladins, the last elite of Silvermoon City, simultaneously drew their swords and forcefully plunged them into their chests.
"For the great Savior, Thrall."
For Azeroth.
The Blood Elf Paladin shouted a slogan, Holy Light ignited the soul within him, burning fiercely, his body enveloped in fiery red Holy Light.
Kael'thas was bewildered, not understanding what kind of ritual this was, and instinctively interrupted the spellcasting, casting Hellish Death Ray instead.
Beams of dark light descended from the sky, tearing the forty-nine Blood Elf Paladins to pieces, but this did not stop their burning.
The burning flames merged together, and strange fluctuations emanated from the space, as a powerful creature traversed the void.
It turns out that the Blood Elf Paladins were merely sacrifices, used to summon a powerful being.
Boom!
With a deafening roar, the sky above Shattrath City split open, Gale arose, and a silver-gray arm stretched out.
"One more offering is needed."
Thrall consumed a Blood Elf Paladin, resulting in a shortage of offerings.
Lor'themar reached for Liadrin, Liadrin nimbly dodged and glared at him angrily.
"Azeroth faces a life-or-death crisis; someone must bravely sacrifice themselves," Lor'themar roared. "Liadrin, don't make me despise you."
Liadrin curled her lip; she wouldn't believe Lor'themar's nonsense, and thrust her sword at Lor'themar.
"You dare! I am the Regent!"
Lor'themar scattered in a panic, his rage unabated. Liadrin's sword did not stop, thrusting towards the person behind Lor'themar.
She was a slender Blood Elf woman, renowned for her outstanding beauty, and the future queen of Lor'themar.
The Blood Elf woman stared at Liadrin in horror, clutched her throat, and took a few steps back, blood gushing out.
Lor'themar roared, "Liadrin, are you insane? You know perfectly well that she is the woman I love most besides Lisa!"
Liadrin smiled faintly, "Azeroth is facing a life-or-death crisis; someone must bravely sacrifice themselves."
The Blood Elf woman turned to look at Lor'themar and said with difficulty, "So you still can't forget Lisa."
Having said that, he collapsed to the ground, his soul burning fiercely, radiating endless flames.
The offerings were finally sufficient, and space cracked open, revealing a pitch-black Void World. Silver-gray Elemental entered Shattrath City.
The entire Shattrath City was engulfed in a terrifying tornado, and the dilapidated buildings in the Lower City were completely overturned.
Kael'thas stared blankly at the terrifying creature that stood tall and nearly half the size of Shattrath City, and squeezed out a sound through his teeth:
"The Essence of Sound, Murmur, the god of wind elements."
The Murmur are among the oldest beings in the universe, predating Azeroth and Outland, and are on par with Ragnaros, the god of Flame.
Long ago, Velen built the sacred temple of Auchindoun in the name of burying the dead Draenei.
Later, when the Draenei entered Draenor World, Auchindoun moved off his ship and expanded it into a complex.
After the Draenei were slaughtered by the Orcs, Gul'dan's Shadow Council infiltrated Auchindoun.
Some suspect that Velen's aim is to use the souls of the Draenei to summon a powerful being, and that the Shadow Council has accelerated Velen's work.
The summoning failed, Auchindoun exploded, shattering into pieces and bringing Evil spirits from another world into this one.
Murmur, the god of wind elements, was one of the products of this failed summoning.
"I heard it, the delicious soul, the sound of the soul trembling is so beautiful."
Murmur did not target Kael'thas; his gaze fell upon the terrified Shattrath citizens below.
Thrall chuckled and bowed respectfully, "Great Wind God Murmur, Shattrath City welcomes you. Please enjoy your meal."
Although Murmur's clone arrived in Outland via the Auchindoun Explosion, Lor'themar had no ability to summon Murmur; it was only thanks to Thrall inheriting part of the Shadow Council's legacy that he was able to do so.
"Listen to my voice, feel the pain of annihilation."
Murmur's voice echoed through Shattrath City, and Kael'thas and the Tempest Keep Generals the air felt their heads buzzing and unable to concentrate.
Lor'themar lay on the ground, groaning in pain and rolling around.
Liadrin knelt on the ground, blood gushing from her mouth and nose.
The Aldor leader, High Priestess Ishanah, and the Scryers leader, Prophet Voren'thal, were all struggling to hold on.
Even a few powerful individuals were deeply affected, and ordinary people fared even worse.
Listening to the voice of Murmur, countless people fell to the ground and died, their faces contorted in agony.
Especially in the Lower City, where the strength of the inhabitants varied greatly, almost all the outside refugees died, except for the Broken of Akama who could barely hold on.
Akama covered his ears tightly, the terrifying sound waves penetrating his scalp and drilling into his brain, impossible to block out.
"Atani, is this your plan? Are you going to kill all the people of Shattrath City?"
Khadgar, disguised as the Draenei Atani, was also in great pain, unable to concentrate on casting spells.
"Damn it, this is Thrall and A'dal's plot, I've fallen for it."
In the air, A'dal, temporarily sealed away, remained unharmed, while Thrall below was equally unaffected, watching with schadenfreude as the people struggled in agony.
"Lor'themar, what exactly happened?" Liadrin asked with difficulty.
Lor'themar couldn't help but scream, "It's not my fault! Stop it! I can't take it anymore! Help me! I don't want to die!"
Thrall laughed triumphantly.
"A bunch of fools, incompetent scum, you all deserve to die for the sake of Azeroth. I have made a promise with A'dal: Shattrath City will return to the embrace of the Orcs."
On the back of the Ethereal Mech, Kael'thas, his eyes blazing with fury, as if having made up his mind, pulled out a black staff.
"My warrior, return from the land of death!" The mysterious incantation echoed Shattrath City.