The image of "Thrall" speaks again, encouraging adventurers to fight bravely.
Some adventurers who had intended to jump into the vortex hesitated.
There's an old saying among adventurers: When two armies meet on a narrow path, the brave one wins.
But among adventurers, the cowards are often the ones who survive the most.
For example, many adventurers were too scared to fight and stayed in Shattrath City, where they were ridiculed by others and couldn't even lift their heads.
Some adventurers lacked the courage to jump into the icy lake and remained on the raft to observe, thus saving their lives for the time being.
When the vortex appeared before them, the other adventurers were still discussing among themselves, wavering between courage and cowardice.
The cowardly adventurers, who were only concerned with survival, had already jumped into the vortex.
"The great Savior Thrall will surely save us."
Even at this point, many adventurers still harbor illusions about Thrall and are unwilling to jump into the vortex.
However, such opportunities do not last forever.
Once the number of adventurers who jumped into the vortex reached 50,000, and considering the demand for the Slave Pens, Fathom-Lord Karathress closed the vortex.
The adventurer, still caught in a mental struggle, was dumbfounded.
In the air, the image of "Thrall" laughed loudly, tears streaming down its face.
"What a bunch of useless trash! How could you be so stupid? You believe everything I say. You guessed right, I'm sending you all to your deaths."
"No, the great Savior Thrall wouldn't lie to us!" Many adventurers knelt on the raft in disappointment, feeling waves of despair.
"Fools, incompetent trash, low-IQ worms, pathetic wretches, you are not even worthy of being food for the Orcs."
The image of "Thrall" is filled with the most insulting words, mocking the adventurers left on the raft.
Many proud adventurers, unable to bear the insults and with their beliefs shattered, took their own lives.
Karathress had a sudden thought.
The imposter Thrall has shed his disguise and revealed his true colors.
If these survivors truly had the courage, they should have gone back and exposed Thrall's true colors.
However, how many people in this world truly possess courage?
Most people merely sing false tales of courage, humbling themselves and engaging in sycophantic behavior, all for the sake of a hollow reputation as a hero.
Fathom-Lord Karathress is a deep-sea Naga who once disguised himself as a land-dwelling race to travel across Azeroth and broaden his horizons.
With a long lifespan and rich experience, he had long since seen through the hypocrisy of the world.
Even so, Karathress decided to give these people a chance.
Give yourself one more option in life.
Suddenly, more than a dozen Portals lit up on the lake, revealing the scenery of Shattrath City on the other side of the Portals.
There is no doubt that these Portals lead to Shattrath City.
The adventurers were taken aback. Why would the Naga kindly open a Portal to Shattrath City?
In the Twin Spire Ruins, Saurfang the Great spotted the Portal through his telescope.
He quickly realized that Vashj's purpose was to ruin Thrall's reputation.
If Savior 'Thrall reputation is tarnished, it will be difficult to establish a new Savior, and the Orcs race and even the entire Horde will be affected.
After hesitating for a long time, the thought of defeating Thrall took over. Saurfang smiled sinisterly and instructed the fake Thrall beside him:
"Keep mocking these worthless adventurers. I want to see how many of them are true warriors."
The fake Thrall wore a mocking expression. "What, do you dare enter these Portals? When you return to Shattrath City and face the adventurers' questions, what do you want to say? That's right, I, Thrall, lied to you, causing the deaths of hundreds of thousands of adventurers. Who dares to tell the truth? Haha, you are nothing but cowards of Azeroth. Everyone in Azeroth is trash."
The adventurers fell silent.
In their desperate search for survival, the adventurers paddled their rafts toward the Portals, each one crestfallen, like defeated roosters.
The sky over Shattrath City was exceptionally clear, and the warm aura of Holy Light emanated from it. The feeling of escaping from a desperate situation and surviving a catastrophe was wonderful.
Should we expose Thrall's true colors? What if nobody understands?
This is a difficult problem, requiring the determination to face public condemnation, and only a very few people possess this courage.
However, the adventurers soon realized they had been overthinking things.
The Shattrath City Guard, Aldor, Scryers, and a large number of guards gathered around.
"Capture all the spies and deserters from Serpent Lake!" a Draenei officer roared furiously.
The guards of Shattrath City swarmed forward, and before the adventurers, who had just escaped danger, could even celebrate, their mouths were smashed open, rendering them unable to utter a sound.
Adventurers who escaped from Serpent Lake were paraded through the streets and executed for their crimes of destroying Azeroth.
After the Battle of Viper Lake ended and the defense system was disarmed, the lake returned to normal.
Numerous Hydra crawled out of the cave, vying to devour the corpses on the lake's surface.
Creatures living in Zangarmarsh followed the scent of blood, and the shores of Serpent Lake teemed with all sorts of creatures.
Even the usually docile Sporelings joined this gluttonous Feast, working together to drag the corpses of adventurers and turn them into Tough Jerky for storage.
The cycle of life continued, and the adventurers' corpses provided a feast for the creatures of Zangarmarsh for many days.
Without a doubt, this is another great victory.
The media of Azeroth rushed to report that the wise and brave Saurfang the Great led his troops into Coilfang Reservoir and slaughtered the entire Serpentshrine Cavern.
Saurfang killed over ten million Naga single-handedly, Vashj, the leader of the Serpentshrine Cavern, was killed by him with a single slap.
In this great battle, only nine people were killed, a negligible number that cannot be mentioned.
News of the great victory at Coilfang Reservoir spread, and Shattrath City was decorated with lanterns and colorful banners. The glory of Naru A'dal filled the entire city, turning it into a sea of joy.
Only a few people have raised the question: of the more than 200,000 adventurers who set out on that grand expedition, why haven't any of them returned?
Unfortunately, adventurers generally have short memories and are adept at selective forgetting, often ignoring the most obvious things.
Shattrath City Lower City.
Akama, meticulously disguised as a leader of a major guild, slipped into a secluded alley.
The Lower City are a melting pot of all sorts of people, hiding many wealthy and powerful figures.
Now this group of bigwigs has gathered together to interrogate two survivors of the Battle of Viper Lake.
In a dark basement, Akama mingled among a group of fierce-looking creatures.
Among them are cruel Arakkoa, Gronn in human form, shrunken figures, ferocious Cyclops, sinister-looking Ogres, the mysterious Consortium, and of course, Fel Orcs.
The group sat in a circle, with two trembling adventurers and two Forsaken in the center.
The Forsaken have a unique constitution that makes them unafraid of the lake's low temperature.
After freezing into a block of ice, it was washed by the lake water into a crevice in the rocks, and luckily escaped being discovered by the Naga forces.
After the defenses of Serpent Lake were lifted, they successfully thawed, escaped the pursuit of swamp creatures, and fled back to the Shattrath City Lower City.
A ferocious Cyclops grinned and asked:
Tell us, what happened at Serpent Lake? Where did the two hundred thousand adventurers go?
The fireplace was burning brightly, and one of the adventurers said hesitantly:
"That was a trap, we fell for it, it was Thrall."
"Slander! The great Savior Thrall is merciful and kind!" the scarred Fel Orcs roared.
"It was Savior Thrall saved us," another Forsaken immediately corrected himself.