The pool of evil energy has only one function, healing.
No matter how serious the injury is, as long as the head is still there, it can be recovered by immersing it in the pool of evil energy.
The premise is that the body does not reject evil energy. For a period of time, Thrall drank the blood of Mannoroth as water. This body has an excellent affinity with evil energy.
Sal guessed something, looked frightened, and begged:
"Chen Stormstout, we can talk. I admit that I was sorry for you before, and I am willing to make amends. I have a treasure house in Pandaria, enough to buy ten Orgrimmar."
Chen Style Spirits smiled ferociously and said: "Sal, I'm tired of your treasure house, come here."
Several strong orcs came over, tied Thrall's shoulders with ropes, and then lowered him along the city wall.
Below are countless kobolds, raising their heads to reveal sharp teeth and flowing yellow saliva.
"No, no, please spare me!"
Thrall cried and begged for mercy.
When his body was sent to the city, the kobolds swarmed up and tore Thrall's legs with all their strength.
Thrall wailed and screamed, the sound was terrible, and Chen Stormstout felt waves of pleasure surge into his heart.
After Thrall was eaten under his chest, Khadgar cast a spell to freeze the kobolds that were biting Thrall.
Several orcs pulled Thrall up with force and threw him into the pool of evil energy to recover.
After doing this three times, the evil power was almost exhausted. Thrall's spirit almost collapsed and he fell to the ground weakly.
Chen Stormstout squatted on the ground, patted his face and said:
"Thall, the way you whine and beg for mercy is so cute. Tell me how to deal with these damn kobolds."
Thrall was weak, his mind was blank, he couldn't think of any cunning thoughts, he just wanted to get out of the predicament as soon as possible.
"Speak quickly." Chen Stormstout said sternly: "Orgrimmar has a lot of evil energy, enough to support you being eaten by kobolds for a year."
"Orgrimmar cannot last for a year. It will take at most three months before the kobolds can capture Orgrimmar." Thrall said weakly.
Chen Stormstout and Khadgar looked at each other. In their view, the kobolds had no weapons and could not build siege equipment. They had no advantage except for their numbers.
The kobolds can't conquer Orgrimmar, so can they forcefully tear down the city wall with their claws?
"Have you noticed that the kobolds are more orderly than the past few days?" Thrall asked weakly.
Khadgar hurriedly looked at the kobolds surrounding Orgrimmar and took a slight breath.
Compared with the chaotic mess on the first day, the kobolds were obviously different, gathering together in groups.
Thrall gasped feebly:
"The creatures in Azeroth have one thing in common. They must choose a king to squeeze them, bully them, whip them, let them starve and freeze, sweat hard every day, and die miserably, otherwise they will not feel comfortable.
, the kobolds are now in a situation where multiple kings are fighting. If a certain kobold king completes the unification, Orgrimmar will be destroyed."
Kader deepened his approval and nodded: "As expected of the chief of the tribe, he has a far-sighted vision. Do you have any ideas?"
Thrall lost the power to open his eyes: "Support a king among the kobolds, use magic to control him, ensure his loyalty, and help him unify the kobolds. After that, these kobolds will be used by the warchief. This
The operation is extremely difficult, and if you make one mistake, you will be doomed."
Chen Stormstout was convinced and laughed: "Thal, you are indeed yours, but I am not as good as you. I control you, and you control these kobolds, how about it?"
Sal paused and said, "Yes, but you must listen to me."
"Of course, you are an expert in this field." Chen Stormstout readily agreed.
"What we can think of, our opponents can also think of, so we must choose an outsider, not a king among these kobolds."
Thrall said seriously: "In Azeroth, the most famous kobold is Candle Garg. I once wanted to use him as a medicine introduction, but he escaped. This guy told lies more than the truth.
They all sound good, and they are very suitable for being the king of kobolds."
crossroads.
Arthur Rock stood on the tallest sentry tower, looking at the tide of kobolds coming in, and a heavy feeling filled his heart.
A few days ago, sporadic kobolds came to the crossroads, and the orcs who had not seen them for many days rushed out howling.
Although kobold meat is thick, astringent, and has an unpleasant odor, it is meat after all.
The orc soldiers who had eaten meat were very happy and hoped to meet more kobolds.
Arthur Rock felt something was wrong and asked Orgrimmar. The response he received was that it was a minor accident and there was nothing to worry about.
When Thrall was Warchief, Asherok was the trainer of Crossroads.
Countless soldiers were trained under him and went to the battlefield, but most of them never came back.
Having gone through many chiefs and now serving as the top officer at the crossroads, Arthur Rock was so experienced that he immediately sent out scouts to investigate.
Only then did they realize that Durotar was filled with kobolds and Orgrimmar was under siege.
So what if he knew, Arthur Rock couldn't change anything.
Chen Stormstout's order to him was to defend the crossroads and fight to the last man.
"You disappoint me so much, go to hell!"
The former Supreme Commander of the Crossroads disobeyed Garrosh's orders and was beheaded by Garrosh himself and thrown into a furnace and burned to ashes.
This scene is like a lingering nightmare, always lingering in Arthur Rock's mind.
Crossroads Chief is a chore.
You have to deal with wild boars, centaurs, and wild beasts on the plains, adjust conflicts with tauren, and be wary of passing caravans and adventurers, as well as alliances.
There are not many soldiers allocated, so they are inevitably stretched thin, and there is no fuel or water.
The powerful children of Orgrimmar looked down upon this position, and after many selections, Arthur Rock, a veteran, could only serve as the highest officer.
The kobolds can't be seen at a glance, they are very orderly, and they surround the intersection without attacking, as if they are waiting for something.
Not long after, a bipedal flying dragon landed at the crossroads, and a goblin jumped out.
Arthur Rock looked at the fluff on the wyvern's feet and judged that it flew not far away and came from Ratchet City.
The goblin greeted politely: "I am here on behalf of Lord Illidan, and Lord Illidan will ensure that the intersection is safe."
"Then what's the price?" Arthur Rock asked in a neither humble nor arrogant tone.
The goblin smiled slightly:
"Lord Illidan knows your loyalty to the tribe and will never make things difficult for you. He only needs to build a flying point at the crossroads and add a tent for travelers to rest."
If the intersection can be saved, this condition is nothing. The soldiers around him all looked at the commander.
Arthur Rock shook his head: "I won't agree, it's absolutely impossible."
The goblin was in a daze and asked in surprise: "Do you know what you are going to face? There are hundreds of thousands of kobolds here. If they launch an attack, how can you resist?"
The defense of the crossroads is incomparable to Orgrimmar, with only a wooden fence.
There were not many soldiers, about a thousand, and less than two thousand including family members.
"You can't shake my loyalty to the tribe." Arthur Rock said firmly.
The goblin laughed sarcastically: "Your warchief is not an orc, just a humble pandaren."
"shut up!"
Arthur Rock shouted loudly: "I would rather be annihilated at the crossroads than agree to your unreasonable request."