Remulos turned into a giant eagle, grabbed the real and fake Thrall and flew up with difficulty. The wound burst open and blood fell like a heavy rain.
The corners of Vashchi's mouth turned up slightly.
Even if Remulos was unharmed, he would not escape Vashj's sight.
What's more, he was seriously injured, and he was dragging two Sals, real and fake, with him.
As soon as Hamuul Runetotem rushed in front of Vashj, he was trapped by a trap that had been laid out long ago.
The trap exploded, and countless spikes penetrated into Hamuul's body.
The giant bear that Hamuul transformed into has rough skin and thick flesh, and every hair is like a steel needle. It is indestructible to water and fire, and ordinary traps are powerless against him.
However, he had just been disemboweled by Thrall, and the sharp thorns pierced his soft internal organs, and the poison burst out. He suddenly felt dizzy and weak.
At the same time, Vashj drew his bow and arrow and aimed it at Remulos in the air.
"For the savior Thrall, for Azeroth, and for the orcs."
Hamuul's body turned blood red and he let out an angry roar. He desperately broke away from the trap and slapped Vashchi with a palm.
Vashj had no choice but to retreat back, and shot an arrow into Hamuul's wound. The terrible poison spread rapidly, and the flesh turned into an unknown green.
"We haven't reached the most desperate moment yet. I can still fight. The tribe will live forever and fight for Thrall, the savior."
Hamuul struggled to get up, his eyes were blood red, and he pounced on Vashchi again.
Something happened that made him desperate. The giant eagle transformed by Remulos fell from the sky. Although Hamuul interrupted Vashj, other Nagas shot arrows.
I saw two Thralls, one real and one fake, falling from the air with their teeth and claws bared, shouting for help. Hamuul had no choice but to return, risking his own life to catch the two Thralls.
The two heavy orcs smashed Hamuul's skin and flesh to pieces, blood flowed from his mouth and nose, and his bones were broken to pieces.
"I have upheld the orthodoxy of the tribe. The tauren will always be the food of the orcs. This life will be worth it." After saying that, he passed out.
"A stupid cow, shouting to live for the orcs." Vashj stepped on Hamuul's head.
Naga had already rushed up and tied up the real and fake Sal who had been smashed to pieces.
"Nazgrel, I heard that you are a famous general of the tribe. Do you have the courage to fight me?"
Vashj provoked contemptuously: "If you defeat me in the duel, I will let you and Thrall go."
Nazgrel is the chief of the Dark Scar Clan. He values honor most and is not afraid of dying in battle, grabbing the battle ax behind his back.
The battle ax fell into my hand and felt extremely heavy, making it impossible to swing it smoothly.
Only then did Nazgrel realize that his body was covered with fat, and he only needed to betray adventurers to gain glory, which made him lose his strong body.
Nazgrel put down his weapon and knelt on the ground.
Thrall, who was captured alive, yelled angrily:
"Nazgrel, you have disappointed me so much. Why don't you fight bravely? As an orc, you should rather die than surrender. You have disgraced the orcs, you incompetent waste."
Vashj looked at Kane Bloodhoof again: "Tauren, the food of the orcs, timidity and cowardice are your symbols. Do you have the courage to fight me?"
Cairn Bloodhoof drew out his rune spear, snorted, and came to Vashj angrily.
"I will never allow you to insult the great tauren. Let us have a fair fight."
Kane Bloodhoof widened his eyes, raised his rune spear high, and launched a charge.
Vashj fired an arrow lightly, slowly and without any strength. Cairn Bloodhoof easily deflected the arrow.
Bang!
The arrow exploded and black mist poured out. Countless tauren appeared in front of Kane Bloodhoof, wailing, screaming, and struggling.
"Help me!"
"I don't want to be eaten by orcs."
"You are the chief of the Tauren, why did you betray the Tauren to the orcs? You traitor."
Countless black arms stretched out from the ground, grabbing Kane's hooves tightly.
The ghost climbed up his legs and bit Kane's legs.
Kane seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, yelling anxiously and angrily:
"Trash, tauren are trash, and they don't deserve the food of orcs. I have built a glorious future for the tauren, and they should thank me. I, Cairn Bloodhoof, the greatest chief in the history of the tauren, I have a far-sighted vision,
You work your whole life for the tauren clan, and you know nothing."
A huge orc head appeared in front of Kane, as big as a house, and it was Thrall's face.
"Come on, Kane, you'll be honored to be eaten by me."
Kane was so frightened that his hands and feet became weak and he did not dare to resist. The rune spear fell to the ground.
Everyone was very surprised. They saw Kane dancing alone, and then his face turned pale. The Nagas swarmed him, and Kane was captured without any help.
"This is a curse." Archmage Rosman whispered: "Vashqi is weird."
Vashj scolded: "Tauren are indeed useless. Lor'themar, the regent of Silvermoon City. In order to join the tribe, the population of blood elves has dropped sharply. Do you have the guts to fight me?"
Lor'themar drew his family sword and strode to Vashj.
"Do you feel it?" Vashki asked with a smile.
"What did you say?" Lor'themar didn't understand. Suddenly, a feeling of powerlessness came to his heart.
Lor'themar half-knelt on the ground holding his sword, feeling that the life force in his body was draining away.
Countess Liadrin exclaimed: "Your face."
Lor'themar touched his face, and his originally smooth face was covered with wrinkles, like the bark of an old tree.
From the smooth mirror-like blade, Lor'themar saw his old face, as if he had seen a ghost.
Vashchi smiled slightly and said: "You have killed too many clan members, and they are asking for justice from you. This is just the beginning. When your soul enters the Shadow Kingdom, it will never find rest."
The naga swarmed up and locked the exhausted Lor'themar tightly.
Vashj looked at Vol'jin again: "The chief of the Darkspear tribe betrayed the entire Darkspear tribe in exchange for today's glory. Are you willing to fight with me?"
Wo Jin said without changing his expression:
"I don't owe anything to the Darkspear tribe. Back then, the tribe regarded me as an alien and wanted to eat me alive. There is nothing unfair about me betraying them all to the orcs."
After that, Wo'jin threw away his weapon and surrendered.
After this battle, the entire Cenarion expeditionary force was wiped out, and the leaders of the tribes and the druids became prisoners.
The Naga troops sacked the Cenarion Expeditionary Force camp, and Kael'thas walked out of the shadows.
Kael'thas was in a strange state. Two of the three magic balls behind his back turned black, and his originally handsome face became thinner.
Kael'thas was able to quickly kill Thrall's three thousand elite orcs and conquer the expeditionary camp, and Kael'thas was indispensable.
"Is your condition okay?" Vashj asked with concern, touching Karsus' face.
"The power from the Shadow Realm affects me. It doesn't matter. This is the price that should be paid."
"If the leaders of the various tribes fall into our hands, do we want to kill them all?" Vashchi asked.
Kael'thas shook his head: "The time has not yet come. Killing them is useless. It just replaces a spokesperson. We must wait until the person who breaks the fate appears."
"Doing nothing is so disappointing." Wasiqi was very unwilling.
"No, this is our opportunity." Kael'thas said with certainty: "We must make the people behind the scenes pay more to prepare for the doomsday war."
Vashj imprisoned all the captives in slave pens and did not announce the results of the battle, but the news still spread throughout Azeroth through secret channels.