Compared with Thrall's excellent reputation, in the minds of wandering orcs, Eitrigg, the founder of the orc home, is a demon in orc skin.
Nazgren was implicated and was called an executioner and an accomplice by the wandering orcs.
"Thall is so tenacious, I couldn't kill him twice."
Knowing that Thrall was in Tirisfal Glades, Eitrigg felt helpless.
Nazgrim roared angrily: "While his foothold is not stable, I will lead my troops to destroy him."
Eitrigg shook his head: "There is no point in doing this. As long as Thrall cannot be killed, the unlucky ones will always be the wandering orcs. There are not many orcs in Azeroth anymore. Do you really want to kill them all?"
Nazgren said distressedly: "But if we leave it alone, Thrall will turn the stray orcs into hard meat jerky."
Eitrigg covered his forehead and said in pain:
"The wandering orcs don't believe us. Even if we throw the evidence in their faces, they still support Thrall and are willing to be deceived by Thrall."
Nazgren felt something in his heart and lamented:
"Because Thrall spoke so well and described a beautiful dream for the wandering orcs. He was immersed in the dream and unwilling to wake up."
Eitrigg narrowed his eyes and said sinisterly: "Since Thrall's reputation cannot be dealt with, then Thrall will be dealt with directly."
Nazgrim asked curiously: "Lord Eitrigg, do you have any idea?"
Eitrigg said with a smile: "The best person in Azeroth who is good at teleportation spells is Antonidas, the great mage of Dalaran. Although he is willing to help us, he refuses to kill Thrall, Nazgrim, and kill Thrall with his own hands.
It’s up to you to complete my mission.”
Nazgrim vowed: "We will definitely fulfill our mission."
Tirisfal Glades, Thrall's Camp.
Anachronos, Red, and Velen sat Thrall in the center.
Sal felt uncomfortable all over, like a prisoner on trial.
"Thall, do you still remember our mission?" Anachronos asked expressionlessly.
Sal replied submissively: "Remember, remember, to prevent Blackmoore's growth, it is best to kill him and rescue Naruk Healy."
"But what have you done?" Anachronos frowned and said fiercely: "You have killed so many stray orcs, who will deal with Blackmore in the future."
Sal argued aggrievedly: "This is all what the Curse Sect instigated me to do. I dare not disobey."
Viren helped from the side and said: "It's just a cursed sect, it doesn't matter. Thrall, you must have a plan on how to deal with Blackmoore."
Thrall lowered his head, not daring to look at the three of them, and said after a long while: "It would be best to replace Terenas, become the Lich King, and lead the undead orcs, but my strength is limited and I can't do it."
Red took the opportunity to add insult to injury and angrily slapped the table: "Sal, if I had known you were so useless, I wouldn't have brought you here."
Anaclos felt that it was a bit much, so he softened his attitude and encouraged Thrall:
"Sal, you have to have confidence in yourself. You created this road of time, and you have absolute control. For example, no one can kill me on this road of time."
Without evidence, Thrall would not believe Anachronos.
Even if he won't be killed, he will still be tortured, and the terrible soul whipping from the cursed sect will make him miserable.
"I need some advice." Sal said fearfully.
Anachronos thought for a long time: "In the history you made up, there are the Lich King Ner'zhul, Frostmourne, and the Helm of Domination."
Sal shook his head in distress:
"An accident occurred during this time journey. Blackmoore killed me as a baby, so there will be no Lich King Ner'zhul, Frostmourne and the Helm of Domination."
Anachronos replied calmly: "No, I have seen this situation many times. Extraordinary props will never disappear out of thin air. Thrall, you are the master of the road of time, and you are the destiny. You have the best chance.
"
Thrall did not hold out hope and said listlessly: "Okay, I also hope to get Frostmourne and kill King Terenas."
Viren's expression suddenly changed, and a bit of holy light appeared on his fingertips, then flickered and disappeared.
"Someone has locked up the surrounding space. No, it's the Great Magister Antonidas."
Velen screamed strangely and stood up quickly. The strong holy light enveloped his whole body and shot straight into the sky like a cannonball.
Although teleportation spells cannot be cast, there is still no problem in escaping using other methods.
The four of them faced off against the Great Magister Antonidas. Although they were not sure of victory, they would not be at a disadvantage.
Unfortunately, these four are all human spirits, and God knows how many Dalaran mages Antonidas will bring.
Anachronos' reaction was only half a beat slower than Velen's. He quickly leaned down and turned into a golden stream of light, rushing out of the tent and disappearing.
Only Red and Sal were left in the tent, looking at each other.
Thrall wanted to turn into a ghost wolf and escape, but Red held him tightly.
Antonidas was startled when he saw two people escaping from the camp.
Antonidas was indeed careless. There was no Dalaran mage around. Who would have thought that there was a dragon and a crouching tiger in Thrall's camp.
After sensing that there were only two orcs in the tent, Antonidas rushed in with confidence.
In the eyes of humans, there is almost no difference in the appearance of the orcs, and Antonidas did not recognize Thrall.
Red frowned and pressed Thrall's shoulders with both hands.
Sal was as wronged as a little daughter-in-law, almost crying, and her body was shaking constantly.
Antonidas quickly made a judgment. As a great savior, Thrall is of course the highest status among the orcs.
So, Antonidas took out his staff and pointed at Red.
In a flash of light, Red disappeared. Antonidas ignored Sal and left without looking back.
After Antonidas left, Sal, who was still in shock, hurriedly escaped from the camp and chose a direction to run lifelessly.
It was daybreak, and Sal, who had been running all night, was out of breath. In front of him was the endless sea.
This is the seaside of Tirisfal Glades. Thrall was sitting on the ground panting, rolling his eyes, taking out an orb of deceit and turning into a human.
At the pier not far away, a sailboat docked to replenish supplies.
It's obvious that Antonidas is here for him. Red can't hold on for long, and the secret will soon be revealed.
Thrall looked behind him and seemed to see countless pursuers, trembling with fear.
After thinking for a long time, Sal walked straight towards the sailboat, a little flame condensing in his hand.
"I am an adventurer and I am looking for a job. I would like to ask if there is any need. The price can be negotiated."
The captain's eyes lit up, it was rare to see a wandering mage, and he cordially invited Sal to board the ship.
"There is an employer in Kalimdor who hires us to find a treasure. The reward is generous. Are you interested?" the captain asked.
Sal pretended to be serious, hesitated for a long time, and asked: "What treasure are you looking for?"
The captain smiled lightly: "Tide Spell, we are in need of a mage."
It turned out to be the Tide Charm, one of Thrall's collections when he was Warchief.
After a brief war of words, Sal reached cooperation with the ship owner and boarded the ship.
The sailboat replenished fresh water and food and slowly left the dock.
Sal lay in the cabin, feeling the ship rocking on the sea, and breathed a sigh of relief.
Not far away, Malganis, who had turned into a dock worker, watched all this with a smile of success.