Thrall knew that if he wanted to defeat Drek'Thar, the only way was to attack him secretly.
Sneak attacks are not glorious, but they are definitely the most effective.
Drek'Thar didn't take Thrall seriously at first, thinking he was just an admirer who came here with no defense.
"ah!
Drek'Thar screamed, and Thrall dug out his eyes.
Then, Sal quickly jumped away and hid behind a big tree.
The elements let out terrifying howls, rubble and flames shot out in all directions, and Drek'Thar's surroundings turned into a sea of fire.
Drek'Thar was like crazy, casting spells continuously, and it took him a long time to calm down. He was panting, and his empty eyes were filled with blood.
He was probably in a trance due to excessive blood loss.
Thrall laughed, stepped forward and punched Drek'Thar down, pressing his face to the ground and rubbing it.
"Old man, I'm going to learn all your shamanic magic in two days. I swear on the Burning Legion that I can spare your life as long as you obey me."
Thrall doesn't believe that there is any friendship or master-disciple relationship in this world, only naked exploitation and use.
Crippling Drek'Thar is the fastest way to learn shamanic magic.
"You can't make me surrender. The dignity of the orcs cannot be trampled on." Drek'Thar groaned.
Thrall smiled ferociously: "Old man, you probably don't know my methods. I grew up in Durnholde. I specialize in torturing disobedient orcs and am proficient in all kinds of torture. Your bones should be hard enough to let me
Can have more fun.”
In fact, Thrall learned torture from Orgrim, and he was deeply impressed by it as a former victim.
Before the first torture was over, Drek'Thar gave in, but Thrall had no intention of stopping.
After a whole week of torture, Drek'Thar was already in disgrace. His originally tall and strong body was as withered as a child. Without the protection of the elements, he would have gone crazy long ago.
Under this terrible torture, Drek'Thar revealed everything he knew and told Thrall all the shamanic magic.
The Burning Legion played a role in Thrall's magical heart, allowing him to quickly understand these shamanic magics and be able to excel at them.
After completely draining Drek'Thar, Thrall felt that his strength had improved significantly, and he needed to gain experience in actual combat.
Carrying the dwarf-like Drek'Thar, Thrall arrived at the village of the Frostwolf clan.
There are about a few hundred members of the Frostwolf clan who live in seclusion in the Alterac Mountains. They live in dense forests, rely on hunting for a living, and rarely leave the forest on weekdays.
Fortunately, the Frostwolves from the world of Draenor are able to adapt here without any acclimatization.
As soon as Thrall stepped into the settlement, a huge frost wolf rushed towards him.
The Frostwolf clan has formed a deep friendship with the Frostwolves for generations.
This frost wolf is called Snow Spirit and belongs to Drek'Thar. Because he went to meet the Dread Lord of the Burning Legion, Drek'Thar did not take it with him.
Xueling was as big as a cow. When he saw his master's tragic fate, he pounced on him without hesitation.
Thrall is now extraordinary. A flash of lightning appears between his hands, and the snow spirit falls to the ground wailing.
Thrall stepped forward, grabbed the snow spirit's upper and lower jaws, and tore its head in half.
The frost wolves in the village heard Xue Ling's sudden scream, and more than a hundred frost wolves all surrounded him.
Thrall grinned, knowing exactly how to deal with these beasts.
More than a hundred strong frost wolves were enough to tear him into pieces. Unfortunately, beasts are also afraid. Thrall took the initiative and shot a lightning arrow at the nearest frost wolf.
Thrall rushed forward and tore apart the Snow Spirit. As expected, the Frostwolves were frightened and fled in all directions.
"It can be seen that the Frostwolf clan is living a peaceful and peaceful life under your rule." Thrall said with a ferocious face: "I declare that the comfortable life is over, and they will struggle painfully to survive under my cruel oppression.
Living in humiliation like a dog, living a miserable life."
"You are really a devil." Drek'Thar said weakly.
"Do you think I haven't seen demons?" Thrall thought of his brief experience at the Burning Legion base: "Demons will be kind to their own kind, but I will not."
Approaching the village of the Frostwolf Clan, Thrall took a deep breath and used the earthquake spell on the cluster of houses according to Drek'Thar's instructions.
Rumble.
The ground shook violently, the houses shook, and the walls cracked. The orcs all ran out, both men and women armed with sticks, hoes and other weapons.
"Who are you?" asked a tall orc.
Thrall saw fear in his eyes, especially when he saw Drek'Thar being held in Thrall's hands and being tortured to a terrible state, which caused everyone to panic.
"I am the new leader of the Frostwolf clan. You are all my slaves. You lowly losers, please kneel down and welcome your noble master."
Seeing everyone's hesitation, Thrall released the lightning chain mercilessly. Orcs fell in droves, and a burning smell filled the air.
Several hundred orcs were enough to kill Thrall, but unfortunately they were not united. Some were afraid and were the first to kneel down.
After setting an example, more orcs knelt down and surrendered to Thrall's power.
In Karazhan, Thrall was lucky enough to see Medivh's research notes on the orcs.
If you treat the orcs nicely and treat them as old friends, they will soon bite you back and eat you until no bones are left.
If you torture the orcs cruelly, kill them at will, make them worse than death, and trample on their dignity, you will gain loyalty.
Sal said expressionlessly: "I'm in a good mood today, so I won't cause more killings. Just one-third of you will die. I will count by dozens. If less than one-third of you die, I will kill you."
Kill them all, one, two, three..."
A fratricidal fight broke out, and the orcs raised their weapons against those around them without hesitation. When Thrall counted ten, about half of the orcs fell in a pool of blood.
Thrall jumped up and killed five more orcs. He stopped when he felt tired:
"You have performed very well, lowly slaves. From now on, you will work hard under my leadership and fight for me until you die of exhaustion. The only meaning of your life is to be loyal to me. Remember,
You are nothing."
That night, Varimathras came to the Frostwolf clan to see how his children were doing.
Varimathras still remembered the last time he came to the Frostwolf clan. The orcs gathered around the bonfire, partying noisily, singing songs happily and bragging about the legends of past glory.
This time, the village was lifeless.
A wooden pole was erected at the door, with an orc on it, and its blood had solidified into black.
Judging from the expression on his face, this orc had his body penetrated alive and struggled for a long time before dying in pain.
Entering the gathering place, Varimathras saw adults and children kneeling on the ground, kowtowing vigorously and worshiping Thrall, even as his head was bleeding and he didn't dare to stop.
Thrall's cruelty was beyond expectations, and Varimathras smiled with satisfaction:
"You trained them well."
Sal showed a flattering smile, waved his hand and said: "They are just a bunch of useless trash, luckily they allow me to have some fun."
Seeing numbness in the eyes of these orcs, Varimathras said:
"Yes, it's time to introduce you to Orgrim. Fame cannot be built in a day. You need his help."