Thrall stood on a high platform, with blazing evil flames below, and his image appeared in the sky.
"My compatriots in the shelter, you were enslaved by humans and lived a miserable life. Now you are free. I, Sal, successfully rescued you. Are you happy? Come on, thank me and kneel down to me.
Well, I am the great savior."
Looking at the tragic death of the orcs around them and the compatriots who were still wailing in the evil flames, the orcs cursed loudly.
"Go to hell, you liar."
"I swear I will kill you.
"You devil, may your soul never rest in peace."
Thrall let out an arrogant laugh: "You must face up to your status. You incompetent losers, I saved you mercifully, but you are ungrateful. Anyone who dares to insult me, please die."
Fire burst out, and all the orcs who had just insulted Thrall were burned to ashes.
The orcs were frightened. Although the orcs fought bravely, it was all because of the chiefs' methods. When faced with real power, they were just a bunch of losers.
"You losers, all kneel down and kowtow to me, otherwise you will die."
The orcs all knelt on the ground and kowtowed vigorously.
There were still too many orcs left. Thrall was very dissatisfied and said loudly:
"Praise me loudly. Anyone who kowtows inactively or praises loudly enough should be damned. Orcs, your name is coward."
In order to survive, the orcs could only kowtow and praise loudly.
Those who kowtow not diligently enough, whose voices are soft, those who praise not diligently enough, and whose words of praise are not beautiful enough will be burned to ashes.
Thrall smiled and said to Varimathras: "I have said before that the orcs are a bunch of useless, lowly and humble races. The more they oppress and exploit, the more loyal they become."
Varimathras smiled and said, "It seems you know the orcs very well."
"This is all because Medivh taught him well." Thrall did not dare to take credit.
In the end, only 421 orcs survived.
There are 45,000 orcs in the shelter, and less than 1% of them survive. The rest are a group of humble and humble orcs who only kowtow and praise Thrall.
When Thrall led this group of orcs to appear in front of Orgrim, even Orgrim, as cruel as he was, was shocked.
"Four hundred and twenty-one orc survivors." Orgrim was stunned, looking at Thrall with fear in his eyes. How cruel this was.
Thrall laughed: "I destroyed Durnholde and killed Blackmoore. My achievements are unparalleled. That orc chief can compare with me. Ner'zhul, Gul'dan, Blackhand Blackhand, Hell
Roaring, you are a bunch of trash, not even worthy of carrying my shoes."
"There are many shelters in Lordaeron." Orgrim said fearfully.
Thrall grinned: "Don't worry, soon my reputation will spread throughout Azeroth, and everyone will know that I am the savior of the orcs. As long as I raise my arms, people will flock to respond."
Orgrim lowered his head and pondered for a long time. He could no longer stop Thrall's rise and lamented: "I am willing to cooperate with you, savior Thrall."
Thrall touched his chin and said: "I still have a small matter that needs to be solved to add a crime to Blackmore."
When Durnholde was destroyed, Teresa stayed at home and trembled with fear when she heard the news.
She went to look for the Dove of Peace organization. The nearby Dove of Peace stronghold contained only bones with clear orc teeth marks on them.
In panic, Terrassa realized something and hurriedly returned home to pack her luggage and prepare to leave for Lordaeron.
Until Sal walked in from outside.
The screams lasted for three hours.
Thrall picked his teeth and walked out, holding Terrassa's head in his hand.
"Remember, this was done by Blackmoore. The cruel Blackmoore killed poor Teresa. We are as close as brother and sister. Well, the meat tastes really good."
The subordinates repeatedly said yes, and some orcs recorded Thrall's words.
Blackmoore's crimes soon spread throughout the Eastern Kingdoms.
Only then did people learn that Thrall was Blackmoore's adopted son and the arena champion of Durnholde.
Because he was oppressed, he rose up to resist and saved the orcs in the shelter.
The most frightening thing is that Blackmoore actually wanted to train Thrall to be the leader of the orcs and use him to realize his ambitions. The plot failed and Thrall killed him.
There is another version.
It is said that Thrall was born with a strange vision and possessed the aura of a king, and Blackmoore was just Thrall's slave.
After Thrall grew up, Blackmoore felt that he was not worthy of being Thrall's subordinate, and committed suicide in shame.
This incident quickly spread to Lordaeron, and King Terenas looked amused:
"Thall, Blackmoore's adopted son and arena champion, how come I haven't heard of it? Although my intelligence agency in Lordaeron is not as famous as the famous MI7, its strength is not much worse. How can I not do such a big thing?
Know?"
Uther said respectfully: "How can ordinary people know about Lordaeron's intelligence agency?"
"It's really full of loopholes." Terenas put this information aside: "I heard that only more than 400 orcs escaped from the shelter."
Uther nodded and said: "This Sal is more capable than Orgrim. It is said that he was born in Karazhan."
Terenas said sternly: "It seems that we have changed our goal of currying favor. What if we adopt Thrall as our adopted son and inherit the throne of Lordaeron in the future."
Uther hurriedly knelt down: "Your Majesty is wise, this is Lordaeron's blessing."
"Hmph, you don't have to compliment me." Terenas said displeasedly: "I'm not that old and I know what I'm doing. With the moon god Elune as my last shield and Medivh's support, the orcs can unify the Eastern Kingdom."
Sooner or later, humans will be unable to resist at all. I just want to leave some fire."
Uther was very pessimistic: "The Holy Light has already predicted this scene. Orcs will soon cover the earth. Lordaeron, Silvermoon City, Dalaran, Ironforge, and Stormwind City will not be spared.
This cannot be undone by human power."
"Unless a miracle happens." Terenas clasped his hands behind his back, looked at his father's portrait on the wall, and asked, "Have you found the traitorous son of Alsace?"
Uther was about to say something, but Terenas waved his hand to express that he did not want to hear it: "There is no need to tell me his whereabouts. If you find him, send him to Deathstroke Town."
"Deathstroke Town?" Uther looked confused.
Terenas sighed: "Deathknell Town is an ominous place. The hereditary disease in our family attacks quickly. Troubled times are approaching and human life is like grass. If he can die peacefully and stay away from this dispute, it may not be a blessing.
"
Uther whispered: "Recently we discovered that the Dove of Peace is also looking for the prince."
"Dove of Peace?" Terenas said in surprise: "I didn't give them an order."
Uther worriedly said: "Maybe there is an eagle mixed in the dove of peace."
The Hinterlands, Eagle's Nest Inn.
Jaina played with her handkerchief casually and listened to the report of the Dove of Peace.
"So that's it. Arthas is hiding in Quel'danil's cabin. It's really unexpected. No wonder there's no trace of him even after searching all over Lordaeron."
Quel'danil Cabin is the residence of the high elf Sardo Avalli, located near Eagle's Nest Mountain.
Sardo Qianliu was a hunter with excellent marksmanship, but unfortunately Jaina did not take him seriously.