Orgrimmar was destroyed and Garrosh was frustrated. Thrall was very happy and said in high spirits: "Prince Anduin, how do you plan to deal with it?"
Thinking of the painful torture over the past two days, Prince Anduin became furious: "I will hand over the culprit, Lions Trollbane, to Garrosh."
Thrall raised his arm and slapped Anduin hard on the face.
Anduin's whole body flew up and fell heavily onto the ship's board. His cheeks swelled like bread. Thrall stepped forward and stepped on Anduin's head:
"You useless waste, you know that I am an enemy of Garrosh, why are you asking for mercy from him? Do you want to destroy Azeroth?"
Anduin was so frightened that he trembled all over and begged for his life.
Thrall kicked Anduin in the stomach. Anduin's vision went dark and he almost fainted.
"Remember, if you please Garrosh, I will tear you to pieces with my own hands, and then send your body to the Undercity to be made into an undead servant and clean the toilets every day."
After Thrall left a harsh word, he took Wo'jin and left.
"I am obviously a noble human prince, why should I suffer such torture and humiliation?"
Anduin got up and looked at the staff around him, furious: "Let Lions come see me."
The soldiers took orders to get the man, and Anduin gradually calmed down.
Neither Thrall nor Garrosh dared to offend, and Anduin was in a dilemma, not knowing what to do, so he had to get angry at the staff around him.
"You losers, I treat you well on weekdays, why can't you help me come up with an idea at a critical moment?"
The staff discussed in low voices for a long time, and one of them said: "Your Highness, we are considering whether to steam or braise."
"What do you mean?" Anduin didn't understand.
The staff member shook his head and said: "Your Highness, Orgrimmar was destroyed. Even if the culprit Lions was handed over to Garrosh, he would not let it go. In order to preserve the Kingdom of Stormwind and for the peace of the Alliance and the Horde, the only choice is to steam you."
Or braise it and give it to Garrosh to eat, maybe it will have a chance of survival."
"Do you want to die?" Anduin shouted angrily.
The aide's expression remained unchanged as he muttered, "Your Highness, you have been eaten by orcs for two days anyway, so you don't care about being eaten by Garrosh."
"I am the noble Prince Anduin, the future king of Stormwind City." Anduin roared.
"You are just food for the orcs." The staff member was still stubborn.
Anduin turned livid with anger and wanted to order the guards to behead this staff member in public. Someone whispered in Anduin's ear that this person was a distant cousin of Grand Duke Alpha.
The mysterious Grand Duke Alpha had a close relationship with Medivh, and he never dared to offend him, so Anduin could only forcefully suppress the anger in his heart.
The aide became more and more arrogant and continued: "Your Highness, the situation is very clear. Thrall and Garrosh, you can only please one side. Garrosh mobilized an army of 500,000 people and came with a large number of troops. How can he apologize for your apology?"
Give up? Even if all of House Wrynn cooked food for Garrosh, they still couldn't extinguish the anger in his heart."
Anduin jumped up in anger: "The orcs have saved Azeroth time and time again, and you actually encourage me to be an enemy of the orcs. Thrall and Garrosh are all my good friends."
Even so, Anduin's heart was still slightly touched, but it was difficult to make up his mind.
The guards brought Lions Trollbane. Lions had anticipated this day and didn't care. He said with a smile:
"Anduin, your life is very precious, but I only have one life to die, and I will leave it to you."
Anduin slowly raised his head, his fierceness condensed together, his face twisted, really like a demon. People say that Anduin is the reincarnation of the Demon Boy of the Burning Legion, and this look is very similar to him.
"Lines, do you know what I'm thinking? I'm thinking about how to make you die of endless torture, and then extract your soul..."
"It's time." Lines interrupted Anduin.
"What?"
The cabin door was kicked open with a bang, and Garrosh's adjutant Malkorok strode in, smiling ferociously: "Prince Anduin, do you admit your guilt?"
"I am guilty, I know I was wrong." Anduin was frightened and pointed at Lions: "It was all his fault. He secretly attacked Orgrimmar without permission, slaughtered the kind orcs and made them into dried meat.
It's irrelevant, I'll leave him to you and those damn soldiers."
Malkorok looked at Lions with admiration, and then looked at Anduin, his ferocious face full of ridicule:
"Prince Anduin, it seems you are still stubborn. This time it will be two hours."
Several orcs rushed up and picked up the thin Anduin like a chicken. Malkorok shouted: "Anduin, I will protect this human being. If you dare to hurt him, I will rush into Stormwind City and kill him."
If the surname Wrynn is completely erased, no one will remember your family’s history.”
Anduin was completely confused and couldn't understand what was going on. Why did Malkorok speak for Lions?
Before Anduin could think about it, severe pain shot through his limbs. The orcs tore at his flesh and blood, and Anduin let out a hoarse scream.
At night, Anduin lay on the bed, tossing and turning. Although the Holy Light healed his injuries, his newly grown limbs still felt bursts of pain, as if they were being bitten by orcs.
The moonlight outside the window commanded, and Anduin suddenly felt something in his heart.
"When the moon is full, it is also half full. Could it be that Elune, the moon god, has given up on Garrosh?"
Anduin knelt on the bed, and a bright holy light lit up in his hand. He had been a disciple of Velen. Anduin had learned the art of prophecy, which was his first glimpse of it.
In Anduin's mind, prophecy was useless, but there was nothing he could do at the moment.
Bright light flashed, and the world became blurry in his eyes, as if he were in a dense forest with falling leaves.
Leaves, either green or withered, were floating in front of Anduin's eyes. The prophet Velen said that every leaf represents a future.
Anduin grabbed a leaf, and the leaf turned into a ball of light,
He saw Garrosh, wearing blood-red armor, with Thrall's head embedded on his right shoulder and Sylvanas' head on his left shoulder. He led the army into Stormwind City and killed King Varian and Anduin.
They were nailed to the city head together.
Taking a deep breath, Anduin grabbed a leaf again.
At the gate of Orgrimmar city, orc corpses were strewn across the field. The older Anduin stepped on Thrall and Garrosh, and the Alliance army behind him cheered.
Anduin raised his knife and cut off the heads of two orcs. Suddenly, the sky was covered with clouds, covering the sun. The moon suddenly appeared, and the milky white light fell, sweeping across the earth like an autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves. The Alliance soldiers
All turned into dust.
Anduin was sweating profusely, this was not the ending he wanted.
There was another leaf, half withered yellow, half emerald green. In the bright light, he saw Thrall raising the hammer of destruction and smashing it at Garrosh, who was wailing for mercy. Behind him were the leaders of the Alliance and the Horde, including An.
Due to yourself.
"This is the future I want. At least I'm still alive. Garrosh is unpopular and alienated. Malkorok wants him to die."