Orgrimmar couldn't believe his eyes, and then he was speechless, only screaming.
Thrall knew how powerful words were. After all, this was a camp run by Orgrimmar. There was no guarantee that the old orc might have any unexpected trump cards, such as a group of Silver Hand paladins suddenly rushing out.
Since ancient times, villains died from talking too much. Thrall believed that he was a glorious and great figure, so he would never allow Orgrimmar to shout any sound, which led to an unexpected comeback. His hammer first hit Orgrimmar's head hard.
Face.
Two sharp fangs were shattered and a mouthful of teeth fell off. Orgrimmar felt dizzy. Then he received another heavy blow on his jaw. The old orc finally lost his ability to resist and staggered to the ground.
This executioner stained with human blood, the evil orc chief, finally fell.
Thrall was still worried, so he took out a sharp dagger, cut off Orgrimmar's hand tendons and hamstrings with his own hands, gouged out his eyes, threw them into his mouth and chewed them.
"A useless old orc."
Thrall spat out his chewed eyeballs and stomped on Orgrimmar's face several times.
The soldiers of Orgrimmar collapsed on the ground, all panicked in the face of this sudden change.
Thrall walked over with a grin on his face, this time he used an axe.
In the center of the orc camp, a flagpole stood high.
The bottom of the flagpole was piled with orc heads. The originally ferocious face of the orc showed unexpected panic and fear. This frozen final expression was Thrall's perfect masterpiece.
After solving Orgrimmar, Thrall walked around the camp. All the orcs who had laughed at you, or made sarcastic remarks behind your back, even if there was a trace of contempt in their eyes, were all cut off by Thrall mercilessly.
Seeing hundreds of orc heads piled together, Thrall felt a sense of cruel pleasure.
The fear on the heads of the orcs made Thrall feel happy. Many orcs who claimed to be warriors were eventually frightened out of their courage by Thrall's killing methods. How many of them were tortured to the point of going crazy, and how many of them had feces and urine flowing out, which smelled terrible.
.
Faced with all kinds of cruel torture, brave orcs also emerge in large numbers as cowards.
Thrall was very comfortable. Behind him stood a group of orcs who were carefully selected by Thrall and swore allegiance to him and followed him to the death. They were all dominated by Thrall's cruelty and trembled at the mere mention of this name.
Each of their hands was stained with the blood of their own race, giving them a special aura and becoming different. They were more loyal to Thrall and more cruel and ruthless to their fellow racers.
"From now on, you are my direct guards. You no longer belong to any clan, and you do not have to obey the orders of any clan leader. You are a powerful force loyal only to the war chief. Thrall, the future savior, will be your only
Leader, your name is Kor'kron."
From the top of the flagpole, there were endless howls. The sounds were so miserable that it made people feel like they were in a nightmare and made their scalp numb.
The newly formed Kor'kron were all half-kneeling on the ground, surrendering to the cruel Lord of Fear.
"Excellent, your performance once again exceeded my expectations."
Medivh walked out with a satisfied smile on his face, watching Thrall's growth with pleasure.
"Thall, you will soon be obsessed with this cruel feeling." Medivh raised his head and looked at the former warchief hanging on the top of the flagpole. Medivh was surprised to find that Orgrimmar was experiencing a special kind of experience.
Cruel punishment.
This put him in constant fear and agony, causing physical and mental torture at the same time. This was a torture technique that Medivh had never seen before.
It can only be attributed to talent, most people cannot think of such a clever method.
"Rights gained from fear are the most secure. I will give Orgrimmar a decent ending. For you orcs, dying on the battlefield is the best destination. It is better to die in the process of liberating the asylum.
."
Thrall saluted Medivh and said: "Doomhammer will be grateful for your kindness."
"Thall, your Kor'kron Army idea is very good. The history of orcs divided by clans must pass. Next, you need to visit all the orc shelters. Before the official war with Lordaeron, the orcs need to undergo a purification.
, a reform, no matter how huge the loose power is, it is just a piece of loose sand and vulnerable. Only when everyone unites and condenses into a rope can we be an indestructible force."
It is said that Thrall's establishment of the Kor'kron Army was just an impromptu effort. With Medivh's guidance, he realized the significance of it. Thrall quickly bowed to Medivh and thanked him for his guidance.
"Lord Guardian, it is not difficult to subdue the orcs in the shelter. Only the Warsong clan in the wilderness of Lordaeron has been on the run for more than ten years. The chief of the Warsong clan, Grom Hellscream, is an invincible warrior.
"
Medivh smiled and shook his head and said confidently:
"All bravery seems childish and ridiculous in the face of conspiracy. When your reputation for cruelty spreads to the Warsong clan, you will definitely gain reliable allies. Under the control of fear and cruelty, the only alternative to confrontation is surrender."
Sal seemed to understand something and nodded seriously.
Orgrimmar held on for a full ten days before taking its last breath.
This particularly strong old orc only had less than thirty pounds left before he died. His skinny and skinny bones made people shudder. No one could have imagined that this was once an invincible warrior who rampaged across the battlefield.
However, Thrall found it incredible to see the extreme terror on the old orc's face before he died.
According to Thrall's estimation, in the last few days, the old orc should have been tortured to the point of losing all feeling and could only survive.
After Medivh looked at it carefully, he also had a heavy look on his face. He obviously understood the inside story, but he said nothing and looked at the sky, showing a little anxiety.
"Now, there's only one question left."
There was a secret letter in Medivh's hand. It was sent by the Dove of Peace led by Jaina. It worked so quickly. Jaina's performance was beyond Medivh's expectation.
At the same time, Medivh also gave Jaina a reward, allowing her magic power to reach a higher level.
"Kel'Thuzad, it turns out you are hiding in Andorhal. It's time to give you a big gift."
.......
When Orgrimmar died, Robbie saw the majestic royal city of Lordaeron.
This is a huge and solid city, with tall and thick city walls that still bear the marks of the sword and ax blades brought about by the war.
This is also a terrifyingly quiet city, as sleepy as an old man in his twilight years.
The already damaged city gate was open, not many people were flowing in and out. The thin and disfigured guard sat weakly against the base of the city wall, not even having the strength to glance at the passers-by.
Alsace looked at the familiar city wall, looking at the bricks and tiles here, his eyes were slightly moist.