Sal called himself Gudan, and after becoming a supervisor, he became known for his cruel methods.
Every day, there are orcs who fail to meet the standards, and Thrall will personally execute them in public. The method is so cruel that it is outrageous.
The orcs were so frightened that they often had nightmares, and no one dared to be lazy anymore.
The betrayer Mennu looked at him with admiration, patted him on the shoulder and said:
"I betrayed the Broken One, gained Vashj's trust, and became the leader of the overseers, so that my people would not suffer so much. You are so cruel."
Sal didn't care about this and said with a smile:
"I just wanted to do my job well and didn't think too much about it, that's all."
Thrall's methods allowed him to be quickly promoted and became the supervisor leader second only to Mennu.
At the same time, it also caused dissatisfaction among the orcs, and there were many private discussions.
"Who is this Gu Dan? He is too cruel. My cousin was skinned by him and he wailed all night before he died."
"Orgrimmar has never seen such vicious orcs. Are they from outside?"
"Gudan, I know that he is a substitute for the savior Thrall. This guy is cunning and insidious."
"It turns out it's him, the great savior Thrall, who will definitely lead us to freedom. Then let him pay with his blood."
The savior Thrall and the leaders of the tribes have disappeared. This is an extremely shameful thing. If word spreads, it will definitely make the tribe lose face.
Orgrimmar, Thunder Bluff, and Silvermoon City are all trying their best to keep it secret, while actively sending rescuers.
After Thrall disappeared, the orcs were led by King Saurfang to take charge of the situation, and Sylvanas came to visit.
"The great savior Thrall is missing. How can Orgrimmar rescue him?" Sylvanas asked.
Saurfang grinned: "Without Thrall, we orcs have lost the meaning of existence. It's just that Orgrimmar is in a troubled time. There are many major things that need to be dealt with and there is no manpower available. Guardian Medivh rushed there a few days ago. Outland, I believe Thrall will be saved."
Sylvanas raised her eyebrows: "As far as I know, the Coilfang Reservoir has not been attacked. Medivh was once defeated by Illidan. I guess he did not dare to act rashly."
Why does Saurfang:
"All the orcs are eager to save Thrall. Unfortunately, the orcs are not good at water fighting and are no match for Naga. There is really nothing they can do. I hope the Forsaken can lend a helping hand."
Sylvanas said coldly: "The Forgotten are aquatic creatures. Water is extremely poisonous to us. The Coil Fang Reservoir requires underwater operations, which is very detrimental to us."
Saurfang took out a map of Zangarmarsh: "Zangarmarsh has a harsh environment and is full of fungi and spores. If you want to attack the Coilfang Reservoir, you must have a base. The Cenarion Expeditionary Force camp has been destroyed, and there is no way to get close to it. With natural druid help, setting up camp was impossible."
Sylvanas said tactfully: "The Peace Dove faction of the Cenarion Council has been almost wiped out, and they can't help."
Saurfang understood: "Then it can only be Teledor."
Teledor is the Alliance's stronghold in Zangarmarsh. It is built on a huge mushroom and can be moved up and down using an elevator. It is easy to defend but difficult to attack.
Of course, if Vashj really wanted to take over this stronghold, it was entirely possible as long as he was willing to pay the price.
Sylvanas' eyes were cold: "Whoever wants to rescue Thrall must set up camp in Teledor."
Saurfang was very worried: "Although Teledor belongs to the Draenei, we all know that the Draenei are a bunch of idiots, and Velen turned them into brainless waste."
"So you have to act as soon as possible. If the adventurers who save Thrall form a large enough force, it will be unfavorable for you and me." Sylvanas reminded.
Saurfang touched his sharp fangs: "Thall has been tyrannical in the tribe, killing countless people, and is unpopular. I can't think of anyone who is willing to come forward to save Thrall?"
Seer Nobundo will never forget the night when Shattrath City fell.
In twenty-five thousand years of wandering life, the Holy Light has protected the Draenei.
However, that night, Shattrath City fell, and the Light rejected the draenei.
Prophet Velen responded to the call of the Holy Light and asked the Draenei to lay down their weapons and surrender to the orcs, while he led his followers to retreat from the secret passage.
Nobundo refused Velen's order and raised his weapons to fight. There were too many civilians and children behind him who needed his protection.
Even after a long time, he still remembered that night clearly.
His enemy is a strong orc general.
At that time, Nobundo was not a Broken One. He had a strong body and was two heads taller than the orc general.
He can fight ten similar orcs each without even using Holy Light.
The strange thing is that instead of protecting him, the Holy Light has become a drag. His limbs are unusually heavy, and his back seems to be weighing a thousand kilograms of weight.
Even so, he still succeeded in severely injuring the orc general and watched him fall in a pool of blood.
Then a miracle happened, the holy light fell from the sky and healed the orc's injuries.
The orc stood up again and smiled mockingly at him.
From that moment on, Nobundo's faith collapsed.
Orcs are the chosen ones favored by the Holy Light.
The Draenei wandered for 25,000 years and suffered countless hardships, just to become food for the orcs?
Because he resisted the orcs, Nobundo was punished by the Holy Light and fell into a red poisonous mist.
When he woke up, he found the corpses of his people everywhere around him, and the Draenei had been brutally mutilated.
Nobundo was able to survive because his body had changed. He was infected by the poisonous mist, his skin was cracked, and he emitted bursts of stench.
He is going to die.
Nobundo first prayed for the Holy Light, but unfortunately there was no response.
Desperate, Nobundo prayed to the elements again, which was originally forbidden by Velen.
The elements responded to Nobundo, but the energy given to him was not enough to heal the broken body.
In order to survive and to tell more people the truth, Nobundo called upon evil energy.
Twenty-five thousand years ago, because they rejected the evil energy, some Eredar people fled, and they are now the Draenei.
Unfortunately, what he got in exchange was a miserable wandering life, and he was so weak that he was slaughtered by the backward and barbaric orcs.
The evil energy responded happily to Nobundo, giving him a new life.
Over the years, Nobundo has disguised himself as a shaman, and no one knew that he had evil powers hidden in his heart.
He waited for a perfect opportunity.
Exodar, a peaceful night.
The holy light suddenly came, and Nobundo was very uncomfortable with it. He squinted his eyes to admire the golden light.
"Nobundo, get up, Azeroth is in danger, the great savior Thrall is in distress, you must stand up and save him."
"What does the suffering of the orcs have to do with me?" Nobundo refused: "I would very much like to see them all die."
"Nobundo, what makes you so cruel?" Holy Light asked in confusion.
Nobundo closed his eyes hard: "I always have nightmares, dreaming about the night when Shattrath City fell, the dead Draenei disembowelled, the blue blood soaked the earth, and the Draenei woman screamed in pain
He screamed and was killed, and the bodies were thrown away randomly. But I didn't have the courage to fight. I called out to the Holy Light, but there was no response."
Holy Light said gently: "Nobundo, don't you understand yet? The Draenei have been wandering for twenty-five thousand years just for the orcs."