Out of fear of Queen Azshara ten thousand years ago, Archimonde chose to retreat temporarily.
He knew very well that he could not conquer Azeroth by himself. Archimonde looked down upon the savage orcs, and he believed more in his own Burning Legion.
The mages of Dalaran were captured by the Legion and forced to help Archimonde build the portal.
"This is a shame." An old mage muttered, frowning: "We have taken refuge in the Burning Legion and served for the Legion, and future generations will be scolded."
Although he said this, he still did not dare to stop working under the surveillance of the ferocious orcs.
A mage next to him whispered: "I heard that Archimonde will attribute all crimes to the Scourge."
"Well, that's not bad." The old mage nodded with satisfaction.
Forced by power, Dalaran's mages were extremely efficient, and soon several portals began to operate.
The first ones sent over were the Legion's technicians. Both in terms of their own strength and knowledge, these technicians were much stronger than the mages of Dalaran. They skillfully built the Legion's furnace that provided evil energy.
With the energy source, a larger legion portal was built. With such a large portal, the mages of Dalaran were powerless. Their knowledge and mana were not enough. The magic level of Azeroth was hugely different from that of the Burning Legion.
Later, Dalaran's mages found themselves useless.
Under the guidance of Varimathras, Dalaran mages were massacred one after another and became the nourishment for the Legion's furnace.
There was no resistance or struggle. The mages who were usually aloof and respected were now like lambs waiting to be slaughtered, lining up to walk into the slaughterhouse. Their souls became the nourishment of the furnace, and their flesh and blood became the food of the orcs.
In order to frame the Scourge, Archimonde ordered all buildings in Dalaran to be demolished, all traces erased, and all witnesses killed. When all evidence disappears, history can be written as it pleases.
The Kingdom of Dalaran was wailing, and all the residents were massacred by the orcs. Unfortunately, for the sake of peace between humans and orcs, this cruel killing was not recorded in any history books.
The Kingdom of Dalaran, one of the seven human kingdoms, disappeared like this. When mentioning Dalaran, one only thinks of a magical city, ignoring that it was originally a huge country.
Thrall was surprised to find that the orcs did not become members of the Burning Legion, but instead became hard laborers.
As the Burning Legion's large armies enter Azeroth through the portal in batches, the Legion's furnace needs to be built by orcs, the Legion's weapons and armor need to be built and maintained by orcs, the barracks and tents need to be built by orcs, and even the food, drink and diarrhea of the Burning Legion need to be
The orcs are in charge.
Moreover, due to their lack of knowledge and skills, the orcs were unable to participate in the core technical level and could only do some hard work, which made Thrall feel very dissatisfied.
Of course, Thrall did not dare to face Archimonde directly, so he could only angrily protest to the fear lord Varimathras.
"We orcs are great warriors. We have enough courage to fight on the battlefield and are never afraid of sacrifice. Orcs are not lowly laborers. Please respect us."
Varimathras sneered and stared at Thrall with disdain: "Orcs, you have to face up to your status. Before the Burning Legion came in, you were useful, but now, the orcs are no longer useful."
"Is it just because of those stupid Hellfires, stupid Doom Guards and Dread Guards? This is unfair." Thrall raised his fangs, clenched his fists, and protested loudly.
"You want fairness, orc." Varimathras narrowed his eyes slightly: "You still don't understand the Legion. In our Burning Legion, the status and glory you can obtain no matter how strong you are.
Let your strongest warrior stand up and challenge any legionnaire. If you win, the orcs will receive the same treatment as the legion."
Status needs to be earned through one's own strength. Sal nodded: "Yes, that's very fair."
As the leader of the orcs, Thrall would certainly not stand up to challenge. Firstly, it would be a loss of status, and secondly, if he were defeated, it would have a great impact on his reputation. The cunning Thrall chose Saurfang to fight.
King Saurfang, the chief sneak attack king of Azeroth, the symbol of glory of the orcs, his strength is one of the best among the orcs, even Thrall is not sure of defeating Saurfang.
Varimathras recognized Saurfang, but he didn't care at all and said sarcastically:
"Orcs, you don't understand the strength of the Legion at all. Our Burning Legion has conquered countless worlds, not by quantity, but by the true strength of crushing everything. Don't compare the soldiers of the Legion with the low-level demons you often see.
You soon learn how wrong you are."
Thrall naturally would not believe Varimathras. Saurfang rushed to the arena with a battle ax in his hand. The battle ax in his hand was burning with red flames. It was obviously a magic weapon.
Saurfang was equally confident in this duel. Varimathras waved his hand and said nonchalantly: "You can choose your opponent at will among the legions."
Thrall was very scheming. He first eliminated the eredar mage. After all, Saurfang was a warrior who relied on brute force to fight, and the mage's various magics naturally restrained him.
The Dread Lord is proficient in all kinds of dark magic and cannot be defended against. The Abyss Lord is huge and thick-skinned. The Doom Guard also belongs to the legal profession. In the end, Thrall chose a Dread Guard.
In Thrall's understanding, this kind of fear guard armed with sharp double blades is a melee combat profession, and Saurfang will never be defeated.
Varimathras nodded: "A smart choice, but that's all."
The Dread Guard walked into the arena, with a taller and stronger body than the orcs. The Dread Guard casually glanced at Saurfang, actively threw away the two swords in his hands, and only fought with his fists.
Such a rude move angered Saurfang. He clenched the battle ax with both hands and went directly into a violent state. His eyes were blood red, and he jumped high and slashed at the Dread Guard.
However, something unexpected happened. A layer of green evil flame suddenly appeared on the Dread Guard's body, protecting his whole body like armor.
The Dread Guard turned into a phantom, and his movements were incredibly fast. Saurfang's battle ax missed the mark, and then he received a heavy punch in the chest.
The fist wrapped in the power of evil penetrated Saurfang's chest. The Dread Guard raised his hand, cut off Saurfang's head, and handed it to Varimathras.
Varimathras took the head and asked a Legion technician to repair it.
This Dread Guard was just a soldier of the Burning Legion, but he killed the orc hero Saurfang in an instant. Saur could not believe his eyes, and gritted his teeth and said:
"Isn't this true?"
It's not that Thrall doesn't know the soldiers of the Legion. He studied with Medivh when he was in Karazhan. He knows that the combat effectiveness of the Burning Legion's troops is definitely not as terrifying as it is in front of him.
"I understand, it's the evil energy covering the whole body that is weird. This is not a fair duel."
Varimathras showed the unique cunning smile of the Dread Lord. The Burning Legion is a professional war legion. When their fel furnace is completed, it can provide soldiers with indestructible fel armor:
"Orcs, technology is also part of their strength. Saurfang is just a failed experiment of the Burning Legion. We also wanted you to accept evil energy, but failed. Accept your fate. Orcs are naturally weak and are only qualified to be hard labor." (To be completed.)