Technically, Thrall was dead, but the evil spirit preserved his soul, so Thrall was resurrected on the ancient altar.
After waking up, Thrall moved his body and felt the explosive power. After being transformed by the Burning Legion's technology, his body became stronger.
Even if Hellscream drinks the blood of demons, he may not be his opponent.
But Sal was unhappy, he wasn't happy.
He couldn't do anything to the betrayer Saurfang, nor could he kill Sylvanas who shot him in the back.
The evil soul has paid so much for this body, far exceeding Thrall's own contribution.
He cannot go against the evil soul's wishes, and he knows very rationally who is the master.
Thrall was unhappy and began to massacre the Warsong clan.
Half of the members of the Warsong clan were nailed to wooden stakes alive for various inexplicable reasons, and slowly walked to death amidst wailing and pain. These wooden stakes were neatly erected on both sides of the road from Black Mist Fortress to Lordaeron.
The black vultures hovered in the sky, like gloomy dark clouds in the hearts of the orcs, and each time they fell, they would peck out a large mouthful of bloody meat.
Of course Thrall will not forgive the "chief culprit", the chief of the Warsong clan, Grom Hellscream.
Taking Hellscream into the basement, Thrall gave him some special "treats."
A few days later, after experiencing the brutal punishment, Hellscream's will collapsed.
When he appeared in front of the Warsong clan again, a dog chain was tied around his neck. This legendary orc hero was lying on the ground, roaring in a terrifying way, and willingly licked Thrall's toes.
Thrall's terrifying shadow shrouded the entire orcs, and no one dared to challenge his authority.
Orcs who pride themselves on being brave and fearless, and who think they are not afraid of bloodshed and sacrifice, turn into a group of docile sheep in front of the even more terrifying Thrall, completely dominated by Thrall's fear.
Thrall finally completed the unification of the orcs. The orcs were no longer divided by clans, and the ancient traditions were completely abolished. They wholeheartedly supported the only leader, the great savior Thrall.
Power is concentrating, firmly in Thrall's hands, and the chief's authority is unprecedentedly strong.
What King Terenas failed to do, Thrall did.
The number of orcs killed in the two wars combined was far less than the number Thrall killed.
"Now, the war has begun. Lordaeron is ours. It is time. King Terenas needs to pay the price for his ambition."
Thrall's eyes shot out a cruel light, looking at Lordaeron in the distance, that glorious tall city.
...
King Terenas stood on the balcony, his dim eyes looking at Lordaeron as silent as a tomb below.
Who could imagine that just a dozen years ago, this was a huge, bustling and prosperous city.
The most powerful country of mankind and the most prosperous royal city of mankind came to an end in the hands of King Terenas.
Like a terminally ill, lifeless old man.
King Terenas held the balcony with trembling hands, and nine pots of black tulips were placed in front of him.
"Probably, it's really over."
King Terenas sighed, holding a letter from Dalaran in his hand.
When the news of Thrall's unification of the orcs spread throughout the eastern countries, the mages of Dalaran quickly held a meeting, quickly voted on the resolution they had prepared, and "kindly" sent the resolution to Lordaeron.
In the hands of the king.
"...The orcs are an upright and kind race. They are kind, friendly, noble, and pure, and they embody the most beautiful qualities in the world. The orcs' crusade against the evil King Terenas was motivated by
A great feat of justice. In the process of maintaining the orc shelter, King Terenas committed an unforgivable crime. He did not let the orcs eat enough. This was the cruelest abuse to an intelligent race. Dalaran is determined to
Maintain the peace of all races in Azeroth and fully support the orcs' just revenge against Lordaeron..."
"Why don't you jump? King Terenas? What are you hesitating about?"
"You are not afraid of death, but you are afraid of the world after death, right? You have foreseen your tragic end. When your soul leaves the body, countless evil spirits will tear your soul apart, and your soul will never be lost.
To rest in peace.”
The palace lady Nadori groped her way to the balcony. Her eyes were no longer visible, and drops of black blood streaked across her delicate face.
"Both my father and brother died at the hands of the orcs. They died fighting for Lordaeron. Their sacrifices are very meaningful. My mother and sister live in Brill. Although life is very difficult, they always live happily.
"
"It was you who brought darkness and terror to Lordaeron. It was you who tore off the flesh and blood of the people with your own hands and fed the beasts like the orcs. Now, Lordaeron is about to end. The only thing I can do is not to let myself
Become food for the orcs."
Nidori smiled miserably, she had already taken the poison, but it was not enough.
Touching the edge of the balcony, Nidori jumped down without hesitation.
A bright rose withered.
The two palace guards moved their weak legs and feet and slowly moved to the balcony.
Due to hunger, large areas of the body are edematous, and the body is weak and weak. Even climbing over the balcony, which is not high, is an extremely difficult task for them.
"His Majesty the King, considering our friendship over the years, can you help us?" the guards said.
King Terenas closed his eyes weakly.
He saw countless dead souls surrounding him, waiting, expecting, and whispering for his fame.
"King Terenas, your soul will never rest in peace!"
.......
An airship from Kalimdor sails towards Lordaeron.
"Three years, three years, I finally came to Lordaeron. My efforts have not been in vain."
Experimental Subject No. 5 held onto the edge of the airship, overlooking the beautiful scenery below, feeling particularly refreshed.
His current identity is a tauren named Conan Splithoof, the chief high priest of Thunder Bluff.
Before being sent into this time period by the Bronze Dragon, Experimental Subject No. 5 made a lot of preparations by learning from the lessons of the last love and family mission. For example, he read the history of Lordaeron thoroughly and prepared many useful props.
An essential orb of deception.
The dwarf engineering glasses have the function of a telescope and can monitor and eavesdrop, although the signal reception distance is only twenty meters.
The specially made bracelet can fire anesthetic needles, which are so powerful that they can paralyze a mammoth.
Engineering Rocket Boots, with lightning properties, can easily stun a strong tauren.
It was not smooth for Experimental Subject No. 5 to enter this time period. An unknown malfunction occurred. The place he crossed was not the planned land of Lordaeron, but the Echo Islands of Kalimdor.
Experimental Subject No. 5's original identity was a dwarf thief. He was captured and eaten by the trolls of the Darkspear tribe not long after he landed. Fortunately, he hid the package containing the props before he was captured.
Afterwards, Experimental Subject No. 5 possessed a fish-man, brought his own props, and traveled a long distance to Mogolei. After experiencing life and death several times, he finally possessed a dying tauren.
On the golden plains of Mulgore, Experimental Subject No. 5 was completely stunned.
There are actually 350,000 tauren living here. The tauren are not as peaceful as imagined. They are cruel and aggressive, and there are endless wars between tribes.
Occasionally, they will unite to fight against the tauren's mortal enemy, the even larger centaurs.
The great Chief Cairne Bloodhoof is not an honest man either.
He had three wives and four concubines, among whom there was a centaur and an ogre of unknown gender, and he gave birth to a large number of children.
Experimental Subject No. 5 began an arduous and outstanding official career as Conan Splithoof. (To be continued)