As Kael'thas chanted his spell, the ground of Shattrath City cracked open, and countless streams of filth gushed out from the broken sewers.
At this moment, the people of Shattrath are either dead or suffering from the agonizing sonic waves, living a life worse than death, but no one cares about their plight.
However, Akama saw it clearly: the broken sewers were the burial place of the Magnaron people.
A powerful aura surged forth from the Passageway.
The Essence of Sound, Murmur, ceased its howling, lowered its head to stare thoughtfully at the damaged crack.
A sigh was heard.
"How many years has it been? What has happened? You have shattered Draenor World, leaving it in ruins. The Burning Legion and the Army of the Light followed one after another. Damn Draenei, this is all your crime. You have brought doom to Draenor."
The earth cracked open, and a gigantic, pitch-black claw emerged from the ground, exuding a dense aura of death.
"Magnaron, Gronn, Cyclops, Ogres, all flesh and blood of Draenor, are my children! Who has secretly interfered with evolution, Orcs? What is going on? Why are there such Evil creatures? They are the culprits behind the fall of Draenor, and I refuse to acknowledge them."
A billowing aura of death emanated from the crevice, and a massive Magnaron appeared before Murmur.
Upon closer inspection, this Magnaron is composed of countless skeletons, with two scarlet eyes surveying its surroundings from its black eye sockets.
"Thank you, Kael'thas, for helping me return from the Abyss of death and take one last look at this world. In return, I will help you deal with this sonic monster."
"Who is this guy?" Khadgar asked in a low voice.
Akama stared at the Magnaron formed from black bones. "I've investigated the ancient history of Draenor World. Sargeras' Adjutant Draenor, Aggramar, once visited Draenor and brought life to the highest mountain, creating Guardian named Grond, to fight against the Evil Ancient Robes."
Life in Draenor World follows two paths.
One is a group of spores formed from the original life spirit, which degenerated into the current Genesaur, Wood Spirits, Sporelings, Podling, and other plant life forms.
Another route leads to the flesh and blood creatures that arose from Grond, created by Aggramar. Magnaron, Gronn, Cyclops, Ogres, Orcs, and others are all his descendants.
"Kael'thas has actually summoned Grond's soul." Khadgar frowned.
According to historical records, Kael'thas's collusion with the Burning Legion has now been proven to be a lie.
It now appears that Kael'thas was truly allied with the far more mysterious Shadowlands.
Akama grew increasingly jealous, while Kael'thas became more and more enigmatic.
Murmur sneered, "Grond, you are merely a lowly life form created by the Titans, while I am a primordial being from the beginning of chaos. Although this is only an avatar, it is by no means something you, in your weakness, can defeat. Hand over your energy and soul."
Grond made a rumbling sound:
"Yes, I am inferior to you on a spiritual level, but death has taught me many things. I am the Guardian of Draenor, I was, and I am now."
Grond's hands drew a slit in the air, revealing the dark Void World.
"Dare to fight me in the Void?"
Murmur coldly replied, "Overestimating yourself. If this were Draenor, your home world, with the Throne of the Elements as your backing, I might fear you a bit. But in the Void World, we are equals. You're doomed to lose."
As soon as he finished speaking, Murmur entered the Void rift, with Grond following behind.
These two enormous beings finally left, Shattrath City survived the catastrophe, though more than half of its inhabitants perished.
Lor'themar stood up, brushed the dust off herself, and resumed her haughty demeanor.
Liadrin gripped her sword tightly, glaring fiercely at Thrall not far away.
Despite her anger, Liadrin did not lose her temper; she could only glare at Thrall without daring to make any further moves.
Kael'thas recovered the fastest and wagged a finger at Thrall.
Thrall felt his body float on air, and with the slightest movement, he was uncontrollably lifted into the air, and the more he struggled, the faster he flew.
This was Kael'thas's signature magic, Gravity Control. Seeing Thrall about to fall into Kael'thas's hands, Lor'themar was in a panic.
"Kael'thas, release the great Savior! Do you want to destroy Azeroth and Outland?" Lor'themar shouted.
"Fool, you almost died because of Thrall's scheme!" Kael'thas gritted his teeth in hatred, unleashing beams of Hellish Death Ray upon Thrall.
Although Thrall was wearing Orgrimmar armor, he couldn't withstand the Hellish Death Ray and was instantly mangled and covered in blood.
"Spare me! I'm willing to surrender! I don't want to die!" Thrall pleaded, weeping bitterly.
Lor'themar gritted her teeth. "Kael'thas, if anything happens to the great Savior Thrall, I will slaughter every Blood Elf in Silvermoon City and burn the city to the ground."
"Do you think threats will work on me?" Kael'thas looked at him with Mercy. "I have long lost faith in the Blood Elves of Silvermoon City. When the time is right, my fallen kin will rise from the land of the dead, the Blood Elves will become history, and the High Elves will return to Azeroth."
"No, you can't do that." Lor'themar suddenly lost his composure.
Liadrin looked at Kael'thas in horror. "Prince, you've sided with the Shadowlands?"
Kael'thas nodded helplessly. "I've learned a lot. Without a powerful backer, you're at the mercy of others. See? This is the only way to save the High Elves."
Thrall was nearly killed by the Hellfire, his body torn to pieces, when suddenly, golden Holy Light descended and protected Thrall.
It was Naaru A'dal who broke free from Kael'thas's seal.
Kael'thas realized the operation had failed; with A'dal on the scene, killing Thrall was impossible.
"Lor'themar, Thrall, I will return and avenge you for your blood debt."
Having said that, Kael'thas and the Tempest Keep Generals left Shattrath City.
A'dal floated silently in the air, not giving chase.
With A'dal's strength, he could have easily stopped Kael'thas and his party, but because Kael'thas had allied with the Shadowlands, he had several powerful trump cards up his sleeve.
A'dal will pay a heavy price, after which he will be smashed to pieces by the Orcs and eaten by Thrall bit by bit.
Having clearly foreseen his future, A'dal was troubled and, after a long pause, announced:
"Thanks to the Holy Light, Shattrath City has been saved once again."
The surviving people cheered again, praising A'dal and the Savior Thrall.
The common people have memories that last less than seven seconds; they quickly forgot Thrall's public announcement of his plot to destroy Shattrath.
Hellfire Citadel, Magtheridon's Lair.
Magtheridon slowly opened his eyes, and Kargath stood at his feet with a concerned expression.
"I saw it," Magtheridon said in a deep voice. "Just as I expected, A'dal used Akama to bring something to me."
"I'll go and take Akama's head right now!" Kargath roared in fury at the betrayal of his longtime friend.
"Don't rush, we can turn the tables on you." Magtheridon chuckled easily, "You reap the flesh and souls of a hundred thousand adventurers, and I will gain my freedom without Illidan's knowledge."