The lecturer Maricia has beautiful blond hair and carefully inspects the fur of the ghost wolf. As a high elf, although her facial features are exquisite, there is a cold air between the corners of her mouth and eyebrows that does not look like a living person.
Sal didn't dare to move, there was only endless chill in his heart.
Ilucia smiled charmingly and said: "Why not follow the old rules and dissect it directly? I am very curious about the internal structure of the ghost wolf."
Sal was so frightened that he almost fainted.
Lecturer Maricia smiled and said: "The ghost wolf is a soul creature. You can't see anything. This wolf has other uses."
Professor Kasdinov sharpened his meat-cutting ax and smiled maliciously: "I have always been very curious about the ability of orc shamans to forcibly enslave the elements. I have prepared a series of experiments, maybe I can find out the secret."
Ilucia asked in confusion: "Why not torture him directly?"
The professor looked gloomy and shrugged his shoulders. Lecturer Maricia explained:
"Humans once learned the shamanic magic of the orcs, but unfortunately they were unable to communicate with the elements, and the orcs themselves didn't know the reason."
"So that's it!" Ilucia said helplessly: "It seems that the elements also prefer orcs."
Malicia chuckled and said: "Professor, I will leave the ghost wolf to you first. Remember not to kill it. I have other uses."
Professor Kasdinov brought Thrall to a dark laboratory, where there were rows of blood-stained wooden stakes, covered with orc corpses.
One of the corpses is particularly eye-catching. It is a huge abomination, made up of dozens of orcs.
Probably because the experiment failed, Hatred is motionless.
"Welcome, little shaman, you can enjoy the power of various elements here."
Professor Kasdinov prepared a series of elemental gems, including fire, wind, water and lightning.
"It is said that the orc shaman can resist the power of some elements. I will use these elements to stimulate you, record your reaction, and find out the reason for the resistance. You must not die."
Not long after, a dull scream came from the laboratory.
In the principal's office, the outstandingly charming Ms. Jandis Barov was chatting with Dean Gardin.
The dark power changed Ms. Barov, who was younger and more charming than her two daughters.
However, the evil spirit and cruelty on his face far exceed those of the two daughters, making people shudder after seeing them, and there will never be any evil thoughts.
"According to our intelligence, Terenas became the Lich King." Ms. Barov said gloomily.
Dark Dean Gadin is an old man with an elegant face. He looks like a scholar. Compared with the members of the Barov family, he is a little less sinister.
"Although I don't mean to offend, what I want to say is this." Gading tried his best to organize the language as tactfully as possible: "The Barov family has been swallowed up by hatred, and you have fallen into too deep."
Ms. Barov slapped the table angrily, revealing a mouth of sharp teeth that were not like humans:
"Gadin, you should know how King Terenas treated us. I swear that his soul will never rest in peace."
Gadin held his hat: "King Terenas has received the punishment he deserves. He turned the orcs in Lordaeron into an undead natural disaster. Isn't this enough?"
"Far from enough."
Ms. Barov gritted her teeth:
"I paid such a high price, not only to let King Terenas be punished, but also to let all the orcs die."
"It's not easy to kill the orcs." Gading said helplessly: "My original plan was to develop a plague that only targeted the orcs. The orcs on Keldaron Island were good test subjects, but the experiment encountered problems.
Frustration, I'm sorry, I see no hope of success."
Ms. Barov's eyes softened: "Gadin, you are an old friend of the Barov family. When the Barov family was on the verge of extinction, it was you who gave us the power of darkness, even though we all turned into monsters.
, but the hatred in my heart has never diminished. The plague method is not effective, so it is better to find another way."
Gadin thought for a long time: "Then there is only one way left. Use the orcs to deal with Terenas and let them kill each other. The first thing is to support an orc puppet. Unfortunately, the orcs in Keldaron are a group of fools. If there is a Sasha
It will be good if the priests are full.”
A dark attendant brought tea and interrupted: "Ilucia and Professor Kasdinov brought back an orc shaman. I heard he is from outside."
Gading was thoughtful, while Ms. Barov looked ecstatic:
"My merciful gods, isn't this my chance?"
Professor Kasdinov lifted the gag and the anti-magic potion, and the scarred Sal was brought to Dean Gadin and Ms. Barov.
"What's your name?" Dean Gardin asked.
How could Thrall tell the truth? He immediately replied: "Red. Blackhand."
Dean Gading showed an unexpected expression: "You have a distinguished surname, what is your relationship with Blackhand?"
"Warchief Blackhand is my father." Thrall said sincerely.
Dean Gading nodded, took off the staff from his back and placed it on the table.
"When I was in Dalaran, people called me Dark Gardin. You may not have heard of my name. The mages in Dalaran don't want to mention me. Do you know why?"
Sal was puzzled.
Dean Gadin's head stretched out and became larger and larger, occupying Sal's entire field of vision.
"Because I am responsible for the punishment, no one can lie in front of me, orc, you are very dishonest."
A dark force invaded Thrall's body and directly harmed his soul.
Endless pain tortured him, but he could not make a sound. A monotonous countdown came in his ears:
"One hundred, ninety-nine, ninety-eight..."
When the countdown ended, Sal was relieved from the pain and collapsed on the chair. His body couldn't help but tremble.
"Can you tell me your name now?" Dean Gading asked calmly.
"Sal!"
"Thall means slave in the orc language." Dean Gading raised his eyebrows: "No one dares to give the orc this name, otherwise Medivh's wrath will immediately come to him."
"I grew up in Karazhan." Thrall said weakly.
"A servant of Medivh, that's no wonder." Dean Gardin asked indifferently: "So you were sent by Medivh?"
"No, I escaped." Sal did not explain everything and answered lightly.
Dean Latin said to Ms. Barov on the side: "An orc who grew up in Karazhan and is proficient in shaman magic, there is no one more suitable than him."
Ms. Barov looked at Thrall carefully: "Yes, he will become a sharp battle axe, slaughter the orcs in Azeroth, and kill that old guy Terenas."
Dean Latin smiled and said to Thrall: "So, are you willing to become the leader of the orcs?"
Sal had no choice but to ask helplessly: "Then what's the price? What's the price?"
Dean Latin leaned back and said easily: "Join the Curse Sect."
In the deepest underground of Scholomance Academy, there is a dark secret room.
Dean Latin led the way, Sal followed behind the dean, followed by Ms. Barov.
"With just a simple ritual, you are a member of the Cursed Cult. Thrall, you grew up in Karazhan. How much do you know about the Cursed Cult?"
Thrall did not dare to hide it and replied anxiously: "The leader of the Cursed Sect is Kel'Thuzad, who is loyal to a dark existence."
Dean Latin stopped, turned around and asked:
"Why do you have this wrong understanding? The Curse Cult has a history older than Dalaran."