Thrall led his troops and rushed into the valley, seeing the remnants of Nazgrim's army right in front of him.
Suddenly, an inexplicable throbbing hit Sal's heart.
On both sides of the valley, in the dense woods, birds sang freely, and occasionally the sounds of wild beasts were heard.
A shaman said: "Great chief, if there is an ambush in the forest, the birds and beasts will be disturbed. Now everything is as usual, it can be seen that there is no ambush."
Sal's face turned pale and he said coldly: "This is what I'm most worried about. Damn it, how could I get into this obvious encirclement."
The handsome young orc with red lips and white teeth has disappeared.
How could someone as smart as Sal not think that a conspirator had sneaked in, confused his mind, and affected his judgment.
It was too late, Thrall hurriedly touched the teleportation scroll in his arms.
The shaman couldn't figure it out and asked, "Great Chief, what's the basis for your claim that there was an ambush?"
"Are you stupid? Have you forgotten the undead orcs?"
Unlike living humans, undead orcs can avoid surprising birds and beasts.
Before Sal finished speaking, he heard the rumble of war drums and trivial sounds coming from the dense forest.
Eitrigg wore his helmet and armor, holding a sharp battle ax in his hand, and said proudly:
"Thall, the Scourge of the Orcs, today is the end of you."
Undead orcs rushed down from both sides of the valley. They were faster, stronger, and better equipped.
At the same time, Nazgrim's remnants turned back and charged towards Thrall's army.
"It's an undead orc, retreat quickly."
Thrall's army was suddenly in chaos and fled in all directions.
I was looking at Sal, but he was already gone.
After a bloody battle, Thrall's subordinates were leaderless and were quickly wiped out.
When cleaning the battlefield, Eitrigg and Nazgrim looked gloomy and did not find Thrall's body.
"How did Thrall escape?" Eitrigg was puzzled.
"It should be the power of magic. I heard that Dalaran has mysterious magic that can teleport people away." Nazgren analyzed.
Eitrigg was suspicious and asked in surprise: "Is Thrall still related to Dalaran?"
Keldaron Island, Scholomance Academy.
Herald Kiltunoth grabbed Thrall with his strong claws and hung him on a screen made of bones. The sharp bone spurs pierced Thrall's back.
Several skeleton demons walked around Thrall, staring at the flesh and blood on his body.
Mrs. Barov's beautiful eyes glowed with evil light, the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, and her scarlet tongue licked her lips.
"Sal, do you know you are wrong?"
"Madam, I was wrong. Please give me a chance and spare me." Sal begged in a low voice.
Mrs. Barov said categorically: "If you do something wrong, you will be punished. Dean Latin intercedes for you, so I will only give you the lowest level of soul whipping."
Herald Kiltunos screamed in triumph, and Mrs. Barov left the room. Not long after, Thrall's screams echoed in the Scholomance Academy.
When it was almost time to read, Mrs. Barov returned to the room.
On the skeletal screen, Sal's back is dripping with blood, his head is lowered, and he is depressed, and his eyes have lost their luster.
"Sal, if you want to survive, you must make amends, and I want to hear your thoughts." Mrs. Barov said sinisterly.
Sal reluctantly raised his head and thought quickly:
"Madam, there is a way. Although my army is gone, my prestige is still there. I am still the great savior and enjoy a very high prestige in the hearts of the wandering orcs. I only need to raise my arms and there will be countless wandering orcs.
Be my army ration."
Mrs. Barov pondered for a moment, and a smile appeared on her eyebrows:
"Very well, Thrall, I will give you this chance. Don't say that the Curse Sect is unkind. Kiltunos will cooperate with your actions, and his strength can ensure your re-emergence."
Kirtunos is a gargoyle, with huge wings spread out and a pair of scarlet eyes staring at Thrall.
Mrs. Barov warned: "Kirtunos will assist you for seven days. After seven days, if your army reaches two thousand people, you will be safe, otherwise it will take off your head."
Sal felt great pressure, but unfortunately he had no choice but to agree.
There is a group of wandering orcs living on the shores of Lake Darrowmere, and they make a living by fishing. There are about fifty of them.
With the help of Kiltunos, Thrall successfully subdued the wandering orcs.
Thirty of them were made into hard jerky, and Thrall started his own expansion plan.
The great savior Thrall appeared on the shores of Lake Darrowmere, and the news quickly spread throughout Lordaeron like it spread its wings.
A large number of wandering orcs came here, eager to become Thrall's subordinates, and countless wandering orcs were moved to tears.
Thrall turned most of them into hard dried meat with peace of mind, leaving only the elite ones.
But even so, the wandering orcs who joined Thrall were still overcrowded, and in less than seven days, Thrall had completed his mission.
Two thousand orcs gathered around him again, and Kiltunos returned early to resume his life.
"I am the savior of Azeroth, the warchief of the Horde. I will lead the orcs to a bright future. Azeroth belongs to the orcs. Only I can save Azeroth. I express my gratitude to the orcs of Azeroth.
Issue a summons, millions of compatriots, gather around us, and you will receive unprecedented dignity."
At the North Mountain Lumber Camp south of Hearthglen, Thrall delivered an important speech, which soon spread throughout the Kingdom of Lordaeron.
A large number of wandering orcs, as if they had been beaten to death, abandoned everything and overcame all difficulties to come to Thrall.
A pair of beautiful eyes had already been fixed on Thrall and Sylvanas. Windrunner watched all this indifferently.
Wandering orcs are a big problem in Lordaeron.
Although Sylvanas occupied the shores of Lake Darrowmere, she was still unable to completely control this area because of the large number of wandering orcs.
The high elves are extremely powerful in combat, but unfortunately their numbers are small. Sylvanas can only ensure the safety of the Andorhal region and the four major farms.
Thrall's appearance solved the troublesome wandering orcs.
But Sylvanas saw further. A united orc army was more terrifying than a scattered pile of wandering orcs.
Late that night, Thrall heard the cry of the dragon eagle in his sleep.
Thrall put on his clothes and left the room. Under the deep night sky, countless dragon eagles circled and cast countless torches.
The camp was already engulfed in a sea of fire, and the orcs were in chaos, running away in all directions.
In the surrounding dense forest, cold arrows were constantly shot out, harvesting the lives of the orcs.
"Sylvanas Windrunner, you are so cruel."
Thrall's face was crying, his facial features were distorted, he felt deeply frustrated, and he hurriedly took out the teleportation scroll that he had prepared long ago.
With a flash of light, Sal successfully teleported away.
The foundation that was finally built was once again in vain.
The teleportation scroll sent Thrall to Tirisfal Glades, a small camp with about a hundred orcs, which was a secret move left by Thrall.
Learning from the lessons of the last failure, Thrall sent out several orc teams to lurk in various places and use them as fire.
As long as Thrall is alive, the wandering orcs can have as many as they want.
Soon, the news that the savior Thrall appeared in Tirisfal Glades spread to Lordaeron, once again attracting a large number of wandering orcs.