Aigureya showed his true emotions, hitting the ground hard with his fists, and blood was dripping from his eyes.
"I hate all orcs, I hate this world, I really shouldn't have been born, and I curse the day I was born."
The thin human turned around and said with a smile: "I have seen many people who buried their hatred deep in their hearts and eventually turned it into forgiveness. You are different. Instead of weakening, your hatred is growing day by day. One day you will
I will be swallowed up by this hatred and burned up."
Aigureya cried bitterly: "I have nothing left. If I lose my hatred, what's the point of living?"
"Interesting, I like your hatred. Your hatred and disgust for the world moved me, so I am willing to give you a chance."
The thin human raised his head proudly: "Guess who I am?"
Aigureya shook his head: "I don't know."
"You must have heard of the Burning Legion, right?" the thin human asked.
Agurea's eyes lit up: "I saw in the library of Karazhan that Medivh once studied in the academy of the Burning Legion. It was a terrifying organization. It is said that thousands of worlds were destroyed by the anger of the Legion.
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"Why are you so excited?" the thin human asked, tilting his head.
Agurea licked her lips and said: "I thought of Gul'dan and the evil energy he received. Gul'dan could betray the orcs and the world of Draenor, and I can do the same."
"Then what price are you willing to pay?" the thin human asked with interest.
"Everything." Aigureya said firmly.
"Very good, I am willing to give you this opportunity."
boom!
Thick green mist rose, and the smell of sulfur and blood filled the air.
A creature with devil horns on its head, wings on its back, and reverse-jointed hooves below the knees appeared in front of it.
"I am the ruler of darkness and spirit, the brutal master of the void world, the most powerful race of the Burning Legion, the fear lord Varimathras."
Aigureya's eyes glowed with scorching light, and he stretched out his bleeding right hand and said:
"Master, I am willing to be loyal to you and to the Burning Legion."
Varimathras looked at him playfully: "You must be alert. The Legion is different from your friend Ashcandi. Once you surrender to the Legion, your soul will always bear the mark. Even if you die, the Burning Legion
I have the right to get your soul first."
"It doesn't matter, as long as I can get revenge, I am willing to give everything." Anger made Aigureya lost.
"I appreciate your honesty and your ability to face your own cruelty." Varimathras smiled with satisfaction: "We will give you a new identity, a strong body, and the magic that the orcs dream of. What you need to do
Mere allegiance and betrayal to the world."
"A reasonable request, I am very willing to do so." Aigureya prostrated on the ground.
Varimathras pointed to the city at the foot of the mountain and said: "Look, this is Lordaeron, the capital of the most powerful kingdom of mankind. You will lead the orcs to capture here and kill all humans. Lordaeron will surely become
The country of the orcs, and you will rule the world. If Azeroth still has a future, people will always remember you, admire you, and sing your praises."
"As long as I can get revenge, I am willing to dedicate everything to the legion." Aigureya expressed his loyalty from the bottom of his heart.
Varimathras smiled and said: "No, success is not that easy. Just like your friend Ashkandi, who was so powerful that he also lost to you. You need to learn to be patient, bury your hatred temporarily in your heart, and use new ideas to
Identity gets along with Orgrimmar and Hellscream, befriends them, and then stabs them in the back to give them a taste of betrayal."
"Perfect plan." Aigureya was elated.
Varimathras warned coldly: "You must always remember that you are a slave of the Burning Legion. Thrall in the orc language means slave, and this is your new name."
Aigureya didn't care: "It's a great honor. From this moment on, Aigureya is dead, and my name is Sal."
Varimathras nodded with satisfaction: "Only those who have lost everything can seek revenge at all costs. Come with me to your place of rebirth."
Azeroth, the secret base of the Burning Legion.
Thrall's body was transformed, and his originally thin body became strong and powerful, with his green skin shining brightly.
The technicians of the Burning Legion implanted a magical heart in him, allowing him to sense the existence of the elements.
After leaving the Burning Legion's base, Varimathras took Thrall back to Hillbrad Foothills.
"Thall, your appearance and size have changed drastically. Only your eyebrows are similar to before. Don't worry. Orgrimmar and Hellscream only care about the strong and will not care about you who were weak before. Of course, a strange orc can easily cause
If you have doubts, you need a highly respected mentor who can teach you nothing but can give you a reasonable background."
Sal knelt on the ground: "I am willing to obey the arrangement."
Varimathras opened the Legion portal and came to the mountains of Alterac.
After the death of the Durotans, Drek'Thar took charge of the Frostwolf clan and led the clan to live in seclusion in the Alterac Mountains.
In the valley, the stream flowed quietly, and Thrall saw an old orc.
Drek'Thar is old, with a twisted figure and a hunched back, and the aura of the elements swirls around him.
An orc shaman, unfortunately, he used the elements incorrectly. The elements gave him strength but also damaged his body.
Seeing Varimathras in human form, Drek'Thar knelt on the ground to greet him, trembling and speechless.
Varimathras did not introduce Thrall's relationship with the Burning Legion, only saying that he met Thrall by chance on the way.
Because Thrall admires the way of shamanism, he brought him here to learn.
Thrall knew that this was a test. If he could handle his relationship with Drek'Thar correctly, the Burning Legion would trust him.
Otherwise, he may face the fate of elimination.
Drek'Thar agreed wholeheartedly, and Varimathras yawned and left, as if it was just a small matter.
"Thall, that's not a good name." As soon as Varimathras left, Drek'Thar immediately showed an arrogant look.
Sal smiled innocently, like a shy big boy.
"There must be a rule in everything." Drek'Thar said with a serious face: "In principle, I don't accept anyone outside the Frostwolf clan as my disciple. This is all for the sake of Lord Varimathras, okay?
, you serve me for three years, and after three years I will accept you as a registered disciple."
"It's my honor." Sal took a step forward with a smile on his face.
Drek'Thar is a powerful shaman, even Grom Hellscream has no chance of defeating him.
Although Thrall has become stronger and can sense the elements, after all, there is such a gap in experience that Thrall knows that he is no match.
Drektal pointed to an open space across the creek: "I plan to build a wooden house on the other side of the river and give you five days."
"Five days is too much." Sal held out two fingers: "Two days is enough."
"Two days, are you kidding me?" Drek'Thar turned around and found Thrall approaching.
"It only takes two days." Thrall maintained a gentle smile and thrust his fingers into Drek'Thar's eyes.