In the Battle of Shattrath City, the great savior Thrall and the Naaru A'dal worked together to successfully defeat the enemy.
Azeroth, Outland, is once again engulfed in a sea of jubilation, celebrating the great achievements of Thrall and A'dal.
After this battle, Lor'themar noticed that Thrall was much more polite to him and no longer casually ate Blood Elves.
Lor'themar believed that her noble personality had worked, successfully moving Thrall and making her happy for a long time.
Liadrin and the others understood that Thrall feared Kael'thas, who had sided with the Shadowlands.
Because of Kael'thas, the Blood Elves were not wiped out by the Orcs.
Soon, more good news arrived.
In Hellfire Peninsula, at Thrallmar, the Horde's base, Nazgrel dispatched two elite forces that successfully breached the Infernal Ramparts and the Blood Furnace.
At the cost of only two adventurers, a staggering five million Fel Orcs were wiped out.
As a result, half of Hellfire Citadel has fallen, and the Shattered Halls and Magtheridon's Lair are now exposed to the Horde.
Reports indicate that Nazgrel seized as many as seven Titans Relics from Hellfire Citadel.
All the adventurers who participated in the war made a fortune, married Blood Elves, and reached the pinnacle of their lives.
Although this event did not generate the same level of buzz as the Battle of Shattrath City, its impact on adventurers was profound.
Countless Horde adventurers scrambled to enter Orgrimmar to register and participate in the selection trials.
Thrall ordered Eitrigg to rigorously select adventurers, and as before, they must pass a life-or-death duel before being eligible to the Thrallmar Legion.
At least half of the adventurers perished in the Orgrimmar selection trials, turned into Tough Jerky by the Orcs.
Eitrigg added a clause stipulating that a hefty deposit must be paid before anyone is eligible to fight to save Azeroth.
As a result, many adventurers went bankrupt and incurred huge debts that they could never repay in their lifetime.
Despite the numerous high barriers and restrictions, nothing could deter adventurers from their determination to save Azeroth.
Before long, the number of adventurers in Thrallmar had exceeded one hundred thousand.
Nazgrel personally visited Kargath to discuss the battle for Magtheridon's Lair.
This battle will require the sacrifice of 100,000 adventurers, necessitates a larger and more comprehensive propaganda campaign, and many details need to be discussed.
After repeatedly finalizing the details, Nazgrel stayed for dinner.
Dinner was quite lavish, and there were even sexy female Orcs to keep them company; everyone drank until they were completely drunk.
Nazgrel felt smug. Not long ago, he was just one of Thrall's thousands of advisors, leading the weak Dark Scar Clans in a difficult struggle for survival.
Now, by betraying adventurers, he has become a great hero of the Horde, the commander of the Vanguard in Outland, and his future is limitless.
Drunk, he rushed back to Thrallmar, went into his bedroom to rest, and suddenly, a light came on.
Eitrigg appeared in Nazgrel's room, kicked him to the ground, and whipped him mercilessly.
Nazgrel sobered up instantly, dared not resist, and was beaten until he was covered in blood, crawling on the ground and begging for mercy.
He then realized that no matter how great his military achievements, he was still a lowly slave in front of Eitrigg, and killing him was as easy as crushing a bug.
Eitrigg stopped fighting when he was tired, and asked in a gloomy voice:
Have you seen Magtheridon?
Nazgrel, his face covered in blood, said inexplicably, "No."
Eitrigg grinned. "That's good. Looks like I can spare your life. I'm a lazy person; it would take too much time to build up a piece of trash like you."
Nazgrel knelt on the ground, kowtowing, filled with fear and unease, completely unaware of what had happened.
Eitrigg sat in his chair, slowly sipping his drink, and said leisurely:
"Listen carefully, Kargath claims to be the chieftain of the Orcs, but you and I both know that the Orcs can only have one chieftain, and that is the great Savior Thrall. This false chieftain, Kargath, must die."
Nazgrel wasn't surprised to hear this; he had long planned to kill Kargath and truly seize Hellfire Citadel.
It's likely that Kargath felt the same way, but the two sides were mutually restraining and exploiting each other, neither able to do without the other, thus maintaining a cooperative relationship for the time being.
"My lord, I am foolish and ignorant. Kargath is protected by the Pit Lord Magtheridon; I truly cannot think of a solution."
"You're a useless piece of trash!" Eitrigg roared furiously. "Magtheridon is the supreme Pit Lord, Kargath is nothing but a bug beneath his feet. If Lord Magtheridon is freed, Kargath will be rendered useless. With just a little provocation, Magtheridon will devour him alive."
Nazgrel understood Eitrigg's thinking, but he still had no idea how to proceed.
"Please enlighten me, sir," Nazgrel pleaded in a low, humble voice.
Eitrigg chuckled coldly, "Sowing discord doesn't necessarily have to succeed; just creating a rift between them is enough. I've discovered an Ogre among the adventurers of Azeroth, a former comrade of Kargath from the Arena. You just need to follow the plan, Kargath will surely die."
The next day, Nazgrel headed to Hellfire Citadel again.
"Kargath, my friend, look who this is!"
A powerful, two-headed Ogre emerged from behind him. Kargath for a long while before excitedly saying:
"Habudash, it's you."
Many years ago, Kargath Bladefist was an Arena slave in the Gorian Ogre Empire.
The Ogre Habudash was sent to the Arena for his deception.
The two were excellent comrades-in-arms, fighting side by side and achieving many victories.
Kargath gained his freedom by smashing one of his hands, thanks to a gift from Habudash: a smooth stone.
Reuniting with old comrades is a fortunate event in life.
Kargath was overjoyed and grabbed Habudash's hands:
"Old friend, it's been a long time. How many years has it been since we parted ways at Highmaul?"
The two heads of Habudash grinned together:
"With the Alliance and Horde in constant chaos in Azeroth, I sailed to the Zandalari Empire and sought refuge in Dazar'alor, where I continued doing what I used to do."
Seeing this, Nazgrel, being quite perceptive, laughed and said:
"Old friends reunited must have a lot to talk about, so I won't disturb you any longer."
Nazgrel left, leaving only the two of them in the room. Habudash's face quickly darkened, and he stood by the window, gazing silently at the fiery red sky.
Kargath was puzzled and was about to step forward to ask when Habudash turned around and said seriously:
"Old friend, you're in deep trouble."
Kargath was baffled. Habudash carefully took out a box and opened it, filling the entire room with a pungent stench.
The box contained a lump of black sludge; it stank so badly that Kargath's eyes watered and he nearly fainted.
The stench was so terrible that it distorted space itself. Habudash was overwhelmed by the stench and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"This is the sludge from Pit Lord Mannoroth's toes, condensed with millions of years of Fel Essence, capable of shielding Magtheridon from his sense of Destiny."
Magtheridon's eyes could twist Destiny, and Kargath's expression froze instantly:
"Old friend, what do you mean by this?"
Habudash declared loudly, "The Pit Lord clan. Magtheridon is a servant of Mannoroth the Destructor. In order to pledge allegiance to Lord Kil'jaeden, Mannoroth promised that there must be a scapegoat for the defeat in Outland, and that scapegoat is Magtheridon. He is about to be abandoned."