However, since he had modified the rules of Mak'gora when he became the chief, neither side took off all their armor and protective gear as tradition required, nor did they throw away their most proficient weapons.
You have to know that according to the most primitive rules, in order to be as fair and just as possible, this kind of battle between orcs for power and to resolve conflicts actually requires giving up everything that may bring extra help.
Generally speaking, you have to strip naked and only wear a loincloth to avoid armor and clothing of different materials and enchantment levels that would give one party an advantage.
Although you can choose the most suitable weapon type, you are generally not allowed to bring your own. Instead, it is provided by a neutral third party.
It can be ordinary, enchanted, or even blessed with shamanic elemental blessings.
In short, the weapons of both sides must be kept at the same level.
In this way, the outcome of the duel will be determined to the greatest extent by the skills, courage and physical fitness of the two fighters themselves.
In addition, the original Mak'gora also prohibits the use of any form of magical power, and once a weapon of one party is knocked down, it cannot be picked up again.
However, these two rules had been basically abolished during Gul'dan's reign.
However, as the original old tribe completely collapsed and disintegrated under the siege of the Alliance, Thrall emerged and established a new tribe, and the rules of Mak'gora underwent new changes.
The biggest change is the cancellation of its core concept of "until death".
That is, the ultimate and only goal of a duel is no longer to kill the opponent, as long as the winner can be determined.
Of course, if the two still insist on dying together, they can follow the ancient tradition.
Apart from this, most of the time the dueling parties can decide on the specific details of the rules through negotiation.
For example, the two fully armed guys in front of you, each holding their own exclusive weapons and wearing the strongest armor, slowly walked to the open space in front of the battlefield under the gaze of countless orcs.
Needless to say, Thrall's weapons and armor were all inherited from the previous Horde Chieftain, Orgrimmar.
Especially the weapon. According to legend, an orc named Gornar gave his whole body and soul to the elements of the world of Draenor, and then resolutely jumped into the lava pool without any damage and successfully forged this legendary weapon.
Its power comes from the blessing of the elemental power of the entire world, so it can release scorching flames and lightning storms, and can also cause terrible natural disasters such as floods, tsunamis, and earthquakes.
In the ancient times when Draenor was still under the rule of the Ogre Empire, Gornar used this artifact to defeat the invasion of the Ogre army time and time again, protecting his tribe from surviving the darkest period of the orcs' fate and preventing them from becoming slaves or playthings of the Ogres.
Therefore, Doomhammer is not just a hammer as many people imagine, which can produce thunder symbolizing the power of wind element in Thrall's hand.
Instead, it enables the holder to fully unleash the power of the four elements: earth, water, fire, and wind.
However, not everyone can unleash the full power of Doomhammer.
Its first two owners, Blackhand, the first warchief of the old Horde, and Orgrimmar, who followed, were unable to truly awaken the powerful elemental power contained within it due to the darkness in their hearts.
Otherwise, the Hammer of Destruction could easily defeat the Alliance and gain a firm foothold in the Eastern Continent with its ability to trigger natural phenomena such as earthquakes, tsunamis, thunderstorms and volcanic eruptions.
Of course, it is not ruled out that because of being far away from home, the elemental power inside the Doomhammer cannot be replenished for a long time, so its power is naturally not comparable to that in Draenor.
But at least in Thrall's hands, this legendary hammer can still unleash thunder and lightning of unparalleled power, dealing a devastating blow to the enemy.
So far, he has not encountered any opponent who can withstand his full-strength attack.
In comparison, Grom Hellscream's Bloodroar is a little inferior.
The latter's power mainly comes from the fact that the ancestor of the Hellscream family used this axe to kill six legendary Gronns, a kind of super-giant Cyclops in the world of Draenor, the creator of the ogre race, and sealed the powerful power bred in the heart of the Gronns inside it.
Every time the axe is swung, the air flow rushes through the gaps in the skull decoration on the axe, making a creepy sound that sounds like a roar, hence the name.
"Boy, are you ready?"
Grom hefted the heavy axe onto his shoulder, his eyes flashing a terrifying red light.
As the power of his bloodline was fully activated, he now not only possessed unimaginable strength, but his reaction speed and body coordination also increased exponentially.
Especially after drinking the blood of the demigod Cenarius filled with natural energy, his body had already completed the transformation from quantitative change to qualitative change, and was not inferior to that of the Abyss Lord Mannoroth.
"Yes, I am ready."
Thrall took a deep breath and tensed all the muscles in his body instantly, as if he was back in the time when he was a gladiator in Durnholde, and his attention was more focused than ever before.
The great chief knew better than anyone that in a duel with a violent warrior like Grom, if he was distracted or careless for even the slightest moment, he would die on the spot.
"In that case, let the game begin."
As the last word came out of his mouth, Grom jumped and chopped with a big swing without saying a word.
Bang! The axe blade and the war hammer collided with each other, emitting red fire and flames.
Apparently, Sal had not expected that his opponent's strength would become so great. His hands and arms were numb from the shock, and his knuckles were cracked and bleeding. He immediately lost his balance and rolled several meters away before he could barely steady himself and climb up from the ground, his face full of horror and disbelief.
"You seem surprised, don't you?"
After his successful attack, Grom did not pursue the victory, but instead looked down at the young junior from a condescending attitude.
Once upon a time, he, like Orgrimmar, firmly believed that Thrall was the hero in the prophecy who could save the orc race, so he led the Warsong Clan to join the new Horde.
Unfortunately, as time went by, Grom felt more and more that Thrall was not an orc at all. He could not even show any of the nature that an orc should have. Instead, he looked more like a human.
Because orcs don't consider so many gains and losses, and will not retreat in a battle. Even if they know they will fail and die, they will still fight bravely until the last moment of their lives.
Most importantly, Thrall shook the supreme law of the orcish tradition that the strong dominate everything and tried to establish systems and laws like those of humans.
This undoubtedly greatly weakened the authority and interests of the clan chiefs and those in power.
From ancient times to the present, when have orcs ever had rules and laws?
It’s still the most powerful chief who has the final say.
If you are not convinced, you can challenge the current chief and kill him, then you can become the new chief and make the entire tribe obey your will.
Traditional orcs have always believed that only by maintaining this spirit of the strong being king can they cultivate the most fearless warriors and overcome difficulties and crises time and time again under the leadership of the strong.
But what did Thrall do after he became the Great Chief? He actually imitated humans and came up with a military rank system, and created the position of "Overlord", which made all the clan chiefs very dissatisfied, in order to take the command of soldiers and the army away from the clan chiefs.
This is also the reason why there have always been undercurrents within the orcs.
Any reform or change of power cannot be smooth sailing.
The vested interest groups will do their utmost to resist, rebel, and even rebel.
What's more, the tribe was originally a fragile alliance formed by forcibly squeezing together different clans, and there have been more than one assassination and bloody conflicts due to internal power struggles.
They care more about the interests of their own clan than the tribe as a whole.
Otherwise, the Dragonroar Clan and the Blackrock Clan would not have set up their own clans. They would rather continue to fight against the Alliance in the Eastern Kingdoms than join the Horde and become a part of it.
Therefore, both the military rank system and the establishment of warlords made Grom Hellscream very unhappy.
The reason he chose to endure in the past was because he felt that Thrall could lead the orcs to find a way out.
But now...
The chieftain of the Warsong Clan found another way to make the orcs extremely powerful and to continue to survive without having to care about anyone's wishes.
萨尔顾不得手掌传来的疼痛迅速从地上爬起来，死死盯着格罗姆那双红色的眼睛，咬牙切齿的质问：“所以这就是伱再一次喝下恶魔之血成为奴隶的理由？为了更强大的力量，你宁愿继续给玛诺洛斯当狗，也不愿意做个自由的兽人？”
“哈哈哈哈！你以为我受到了玛诺洛斯的控制？别傻了，小子。就凭他还不配成为我和战歌氏族的主人。”
格罗姆狂笑着再次抡起血吼发起狂暴无比的猛攻。
他甚至没有使用自己的能力，仅凭纯粹的蛮力和身体素质就把萨尔压得抬不起头来。
即便把雷霆的力量灌注进毁灭之锤，也没能讨到哪怕一丁点的便宜。
刚好相反！
在源自于血神哈卡能力的加持下，血吼内部封印的戈隆心脏完全被激发，使得每一次挥砍的力量都会不断迭加。
最终达到临界点之后轰的一声打出超越音速的白色激波。
那巨大的破坏力会自己把萨尔砸飞出去十几二十米远，皮肤与地面的泥土和碎石剧烈摩擦，脸上、手臂和后背大片的皮肤都已经被磨碎，呈现出下边血淋淋的肌肉与血管。
不过好在萨尔是一名萨满祭司，掌握着自然治疗能力，只需要给自己奶一口就能让这些看上去十分恐怖的伤口结痂愈合。
但这样被压着打显然也不是办法。
所以他也顾不上隐藏底牌，直接激发了毁灭之锤的元素之力，瞬间让原本漆黑的锤子表面绽放出刺眼的橘红色火光，同时表面附着着银白色的电光不断发出噼里啪啦的响声。
“不管你如何解释，喝下恶魔之血就是对兽人自由意志的亵渎！去死吧！格罗姆！只有死了，我们兽人才能获得一线生机。”
萨尔高举着战锤发出了充满力量的咆哮。
“自由意志？ 开玩笑了！ 看看在成为大酋长这些年干的事情！ 你正在破坏我们古老的传统，把兽人变得越来越不像自己！ 根本没有半点兽人该有的勇敢，整天畏首畏尾的像个软弱的人类！
更不配坐在大酋长的位置上继续带领整个种族前进！”
格罗姆一边厉声反驳，一边释放出体内的鲜血注入血吼之中，让自己与戈隆的心脏紧密相连，从中获取更强大力量的加持，整个人看上去就如同沐浴在一种血红色的雾气之中。
“我一切的所作所为都是为了能够避免继续树敌，让兽人不至于在强敌环绕之下最终走向毁灭。
你以为自己那种鲁莽且不考虑后果的行为是勇敢吗？ 不！ 那是愚蠢！
眼下随着你和战歌氏族再次喝下恶魔之血在灰谷肆无忌惮的破坏，甚至还杀了半神塞纳留斯。
卡利姆多所有的原住民无一例外已经将我们视作入侵者和燃烧军团的爪牙。
就如同旧部落跨越黑暗之门在东部大陆烧杀抢掠一样！ 你从来没有反思过自己的错误，而且还在继续走过去的老路。”
萨尔一股脑把内心之中对于格罗姆和战歌氏族的不满与愤怒发泄出来。
事实上，两人之间的分歧和矛盾已经持续了很长一段时间。
最开始的时候，由于有奥格瑞玛这个战功赫赫的前任大酋长做润滑剂，所以他们相处的还算愉快。
可随着奥格瑞玛的战死，双方的理念、思维和价值观差异便逐渐凸显出来。
事实上，比起名气最大的萨尔，奥格瑞玛才是最适合兽人的大酋长。
一方面他的头脑足够灵活，而且非常善于搞权谋，能在局势对自己完全不理的情况下杀死黑手大酋长、随即从古尔丹手中夺权就是最好的例子。
另外一方面，他是最传统的兽人，明白要如何才能团结所有氏族，无论是个人实力还是领军打仗的水平都能够称得上是最顶级，同时还有最顶级的战略眼光，奇袭洛丹伦王国的战略目标几乎差一点就成功了。
只是后来遭到古尔丹的背叛才导致功败垂成。
所以萨尔与格罗姆之间的冲突，本质上是改革派与传统派之间因为观念、权力、利益、价值观等一系列复杂问题的缩影。
在原本的时间线中，这个矛盾还没等彻底爆发出来就因为后者的战死而宣告结束。
战歌氏族直接成为了大酋长萨尔的直属，使得改革派的力量占据压倒性优势，那些保守派除了服从之外根本毫无反抗之力。
等新的军衔制度和督军职位开始运行，各个氏族酋长手中的权利，尤其是兵权遭到大幅度削弱，自然也就没有了造反的空间。
更何况海加尔山战役结束后，部落在萨尔的领导下蒸蒸日上，先拉拢了被遗忘者、又得到血精灵和地精的加入，甚至一度呈现出压倒联盟的气势。
这让新生代的兽人对于这位大酋长充满了无限的敬仰和崇拜。
当他们成年之后加入军队，自然也就成了新部落的忠实拥护者。
但此时此刻，萨尔还没有凝聚起强大的威望，反倒是因为莫名其妙下令横跨无尽之海来到荒芜原始的卡利姆多遭到很多氏族酋长的质疑。
比起这里艰难的狩猎和搜集食物，在东部王国抢劫人类的村庄和城镇可是容易多了，而且食物也更加丰富。
正所谓话不投机半句多。
眼见格罗姆根本不可能理解自己的苦心，萨尔终于舍弃了最后一丝手下留情的想法，竭尽所能与无处不在的元素力量进行沟通，把自己所有的法力值都转化为火焰和雷霆注入毁灭之锤中。
转瞬之间！
锤子已经变得无比刺眼且明亮，散发着足以融化一切的高温。
“啊啊啊啊啊啊！！！！！！！”
格罗姆咆哮着将自己的力量也提升到极致，又一次在助跑过程中纵身一跃高高跳起。
血吼在的他的挥舞下散发着浓郁的血腥味，甚至从内部流出了暗红色的血浆。
就在一人一斧跳至最高点时，萨尔终于用尽全身力气把手中的锤子丢了出去。
轰！！！！！！
宛如雷鸣一样的巨响瞬间席卷了周围数百米范围，并形成一道肉眼可见的冲击波。
不少站在前排观战的兽人都纷纷在这股力量的作用下不由自主的后退。
就连像瓦罗克·萨鲁法尔这样参加过前两次战争的老兵都不由自主露出了惊骇之色。
作为旧部落大酋长奥格瑞玛的副官，他曾经亲眼目睹过奥格瑞玛与安度因·洛萨之间充满荣耀般的决斗，一度认为那就是战士所能达到的巅峰和极致，更是强大意志与信念的体现。
可现在，萨尔所爆发出来的元素之力已经远远超过了战士凭借肉体和武器素能达到的极限。
即便是奥格瑞玛起死回生，在这样的一击面前都必然会重伤倒地。
可仅仅零点一秒钟之后，格罗姆·地狱咆哮就毫不示弱的迎上去用血吼狠狠砸在充斥着元素之力的毁灭之锤表面。
瞬间！
骇人的火焰与雷霆当场爆发出来，形成了宛如世界末日一样的电光之火。
轰！！！！！！
那恐怖的高温烈焰和更加致命的雷暴瞬间以碰撞点为中心向外扩张，形成了一个半径足有上百米的球形能量团。
凡是在这个范围内所有的一切东西，不管泥土、石子、树木、还是杂草，都在一瞬间蒸发殆尽。
下方甚至形成了一个高温的巨型熔岩池。
不少人都认为在这样的攻击下，即便是兽人现如今的最强战士也觉悟生还的可能。
但马上他们就发现自己错了，而且错的非常离谱。
只见地面上沸腾的熔岩池中，一个全身上下笼罩着猩红色血气的兽人战士缓缓从里边走了出来，一只手拎着血吼，另外一只手则拖着散发红光的毁灭之锤，一步一步来到已经脱力的萨尔面前，咧开嘴笑着问道：“小子，这就是你的全力吗？实在是太让人失望了。我还以为奥格瑞玛选中的人，起码应该能重创我才对。可你却仅仅是打断了我的几根肋骨。”
“这……这不可能！”
气喘吁吁的萨尔大惊失色，眼神中透露出惊恐和绝望。
要知道为了确保能起到一击必杀的效果，他可是耗尽了体内所有的魔力，现在连保持站立都已经竭尽所能，根本没有继续再战的力气。
“没什么是不可能的。
这个世界归根结底终究是弱肉强食。
只要我们兽人足够强大，就永远无需担心会遭受灭顶之灾。
所以力量才是我们应该追求的东西，而非你那套可笑的人类把戏。
As he spoke, Grom threw away Doomhammer, grabbed Thrall's neck, and pulled the warchief up from the ground.
"So you plan to lead the orcs to join the devil or the so-called master who gave you power?"
Thrall sneered and mocked while suppressing the strong feeling of suffocation.
"The master has already arranged the fate of the orcs. All we have to do is obey his orders with gratitude and awe. At least under his command, we are powerful orcs instead of timid cowards."
As the last word came out of his mouth, Grom opened his bloody mouth and pierced Thrall's neck with his fangs, sucking blood while injecting his own blood.
The latter only felt that his body was completely out of control in an instant. Not only did his breathing and heartbeat completely stop, but even his muscles gradually became stiff.
But this is obviously not death, but more like a kind of physical shock and suspended animation.
What’s even more incredible is that despite being completely unable to move or even blink, Sal’s consciousness remained clear the entire time.
Grom casually threw the warchief who was undergoing transformation to the ground, raised his head and cast his gaze towards the other orc leaders, and announced in a condescending tone: "I won this duel. Now, I am the new warchief of the tribe. I believe no one has any objection, right?"
"That depends on where you want to take us. If you want to join the devil and become his slave, I would rather die heroically than go along with you."
Varok Saurfang was the first to express his attitude.
"Me too!"
Eitrigg also stood on the side of the former.
With two leaders, many other orcs joined in one after another.
They generally hate the brutality and impulse brought by the devil's blood, so they refuse to become monsters without thinking and self-awareness from the bottom of their hearts.
"Humph! You are a bunch of fools. Do you think I am a slave of the devil?"
As he spoke, Grom Hellscream turned around and looked at the Lord of the Abyss who was walking towards him quickly with his big butt swinging, his eyes gleaming with a cold and bloodthirsty light.
Eitrigg seemed to realize something and immediately added: "Then prove to us that you and the Warsong Clan are not controlled by demons."
"Open your eyes and watch carefully!"
After saying this, Grom walked straight towards the direction of the Lord of the Abyss.
Mannoroth obviously didn't realize that his death was imminent. When Hellscream came over, he reached out and patted him on the shoulder, laughing and praising him, "Well done, my favorite little pet.
You are more violent, bloodthirsty, and powerful than your compatriots, even far beyond my expectations.
Perhaps after conquering Mount Hyjal, I should apply to Lord Archimonde to completely transform you into a new species of demon.
In this way, you can become my adjutant, conquer and destroy more worlds with me, and enjoy the pleasure of killing. "
"Become a demon?"
When Grom heard this, he immediately pursed his lips and showed a mocking expression.
"Yes! You should know that this is the highest level of honor that the Legion can bestow upon its servants! You should feel honored to be valued so highly and do your best to make contributions in the upcoming war."
Mannoroth paced around with his short legs, and the fel flames burning on his head and back looked particularly dazzling because of his high spirits.
But just a second later, he saw Grom suddenly swung Bloodroar and hit his right front leg without any warning.
Poof! With the tremendous power provided by Goron's heart, the thigh of the Abyss Lord was immediately cut open with a gash deep enough to reveal the bone.
The burning blood immediately splattered everywhere, and the terrifyingly high temperature set the ground on fire.
"Ah! Damn it! How dare you?"
Mannoroth was shocked and angry. He immediately swung his double-headed sword to fight back, while releasing powerful curse magic, trying to kill the lowly orc who dared to attack him.
Unfortunately, Grom was no longer the same person he used to be. He jumped up, stepped on the huge double-headed sword swung by the opponent, and flew into the air, then swung another axe with his backhand.
Directly cut off the Abyss Lord's raised fingers and his entire palm at the wrist.
After destroying the opponent's spellcasting ability, this powerful warrior approached him again with his axe raised high, and with a click, the axe blade was deeply embedded in the big head's skull.
The missed attack caused the huge fel energy space-time in Mannoroth's body to emit a dazzling light from the ruptured wound, and it was obvious that he was preparing to self-destruct.
After all, as a demon, after his death he would simply return to the twisting void and wait for rebirth, but he would not really die.
It would obviously be a very cost-effective thing to kill this dangerous orc before his body was completely destroyed.
"Hahahaha! Sorry, it's too late."
Grom obviously noticed the Lord of the Abyss's intention. He grinned and laughed wildly, then opened his big mouth full of fangs and bit the bleeding wound, greedily absorbing the other party's blood full of shadow and fel power. Even though his entire mouth and tongue were burned by the overflowing fel flames, he had no intention of letting go.
The Warsong Clan nearby saw that their chief had already started to take action, and they turned around without hesitation and launched a full-scale attack on the demons.
No matter whether they were the ugly hellhounds or the succubi with charming looks and sexy bodies, they were all forced to the ground by the blood orcs and made to drink their blood.
The slightly smaller kids were even treated as crunchy chicken or bullfrogs and thrown into the mouth and eaten alive.
Even the orcs, who usually have strong psychological endurance, couldn't help but vomit after seeing the brutal and bloodthirsty scene, and felt fear and trembling from the bottom of their hearts.
In just about twenty minutes, some of the Burning Legion's vanguards, including Mannoroth, were killed or wounded.
To be exact, he was sucked dry alive.
The blood orcs of the Warsong Clan seemed to have become much stronger, and some even had visible fel flames or extremely cold shadow energy bursting out of their bodies.
After discarding the corpse of the Abyss Lord, which was no longer of any value, Grom Hellscream wiped the green liquid from the corner of his mouth, turned around and asked Eitrigg: "How is it, can I prove that I am not controlled by the devil now?"
Gulp!
Even though Eitrigg had seen many big scenes, he was still frightened by the state displayed by the other party. He couldn't help swallowing his saliva and nodded gently: "Yes. You and your Warsong Clan have proved yourselves. But we still can't accept the fact that you have become the warchief. Because you don't look like orcs at all, but more like a group of terrible demons."
"Then get out! While I am in a good mood and have not changed my mind. Remember, you are never allowed to appear in front of the Warsong Clan again, otherwise I will kill you all with my own hands."
After saying this, Grom picked up Thrall, who was lying dead on the ground, turned around and disappeared into the burning forest.
The orcs began to retreat cautiously until they broke contact and turned to retreat towards Azshara.
After losing their great chief, Thrall, they urgently needed to find a safer place to settle down and rest, and at the same time digest the major events that had happened one after another during this period, as well as how to ensure that they would not be liquidated after the war.
After all, judging from the power displayed by the Warsong Clan, it is basically impossible to wipe them out.
Grom Hellscream alone is not something anyone present can handle.
Even the most senior player, Varok Saurfang, said he had no hope of winning at all.
…
On the other side, after destroying several portals built by Mannoroth, Grom quickly brought Thrall to Zoro in the depths of the forest.
This time he was no longer as rebellious as before, and knelt on the ground humbly and obediently and reported: "Master, I have completed your command, granted Thrall the First Embrace and brought him back.
As for those orcs, they seemed to be very resistant to becoming one of the blood orcs.
Considering that I didn't get your instructions, I didn't deal with it immediately and let them go."
"It doesn't matter. I have other plans for them."
Zuo Si pursed his lips into a creepy smile, then raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
"Snap!" After a series of crisp sounds, Thrall suddenly jumped up from the ground, and his heart, which had stopped beating, began to beat again.
However, as his vital signs such as breathing recovered, he suddenly felt an unprecedented hunger and thirst surging throughout his body.
Blood!
I want blood!
The chief's eyeballs turned blood red unconsciously, and his skin turned from green to red. He twisted his neck frantically trying to find a prey to complete his first hunt and meal.
Zuo Si, who had been prepared, threw a captured orc prisoner in front of him.
Under the control of a strong bloodthirsty impulse, Thrall couldn't even recognize that this was his compatriot. He pounced on him and tried to sever the aorta in his neck, greedily sucking the sweet blood.
Ten seconds...
One minute...
Three minutes...
Five minutes...
Not until the orc's blood was completely sucked dry and turned into a slightly pale corpse did his skin turn green again. He suddenly regained his rationality, looked at his dead compatriots, licked the blood remaining at the corner of his mouth, and his whole body began to tremble violently and uncontrollably.
"What...what did I do? You...you turned me into a cursed monster like you!"
"Monster? No, no, no, this is not a curse, but a blessing. It restores the orcs to a state that perfectly conforms to your past traditions, barbarism, killing, plundering and the law of the jungle." Zuo Si immediately raised a finger and shook it gently to correct him.
"Are you the master Grom mentioned? The mastermind who turned them into monsters?"
Thrall obviously noticed Zuo Si, who was disguised as a demon, and subconsciously wanted to catch Doomhammer.
But unfortunately, he missed.
Because at this moment the Hammer of Doom has been placed in front of the opponent, and is being played with in his hands like a toy.
“You seem to have a lot of misunderstandings about me.
You know, I never force anyone.
All of this is the choice of the Warsong Clan and Grom himself.
I merely provided a little help and guidance when they came under attack from Cenarius and the night elf sentinels.
And don't you feel that your will and thoughts are free now? In other words, you can leave and return to the tribe at any time as long as you want and continue to be the so-called chief.
Most importantly, now you have the same power as Grom.
You can even create descendants like yourself, and mass-produce a group of men to wipe out the Warsong Clan and prove your position and determination to those native creatures.
As for the cost, it is just the need to suck blood from the enemy every once in a while.
Look, I have now given the orcs who are on the verge of despair a choice, which is also a way to survive.
You can make your own choices under the control of free will.
There will be no coercion, no mind control like you might imagine.”
At this moment, Zuo Si has obviously entered the state of the great devil. He is seizing the opponent's mental weaknesses to launch attacks, and slowly guiding one of the absolute protagonists of Azeroth for many years to come towards the ending he wants, an extremely dark ending.
But Sal is no fool.
Having been cheated by the goblins more than once, he knew very well that there was no free lunch in the world. If there was, there must be some conspiracy behind it.
He was silent for a long time as he looked at the corpses of his compatriots on the ground. He quickly sneaked away to suppress the sadness, pain and self-blame in his heart. He clenched his fists tightly and continued to test: "Why should I believe you? How do you know that this is not a trap for orcs?"
Zuo Si smiled and replied: "You don't need to trust me, just trust your own judgment.
What's more, do you have any other choice now? Don't forget that you must prove to all other races in this world that you are not monsters, let alone minions of the Burning Legion before the end of the Third War.
So do what you must do, son of Durotan, orphan of the Frostwolf clan, and warchief of the new Horde.
Don't worry, your skin won't turn completely red like Grom did when he drank the blood of the Pit Lord.
It will only become like this briefly when it is extremely hungry and bloodthirsty."
Zuo Si obviously knew what Sal was worried about, and he simply gave him a reassurance.
His actions and words clearly filled Thrall with doubts.
At first, the shaman thought that the demon in front of him was a member of the Burning Legion, but it didn't take long for him to realize that the other party's actions were completely against the Legion, so he was puzzled.
However, the biggest difference between Thrall and ordinary orcs is that Thrall is cunning enough and does not show his emotions on his face. He quickly retreated tentatively and left the trouble area quickly.
Watching his receding figure, the dreadlord Mal'Ganis, who was hiding in the darkness, finally appeared and asked in a slightly playful tone: "You should be able to control him like you control Grom, right?"
"Ah! Of course."
Zuo Si gave a meaningful affirmative answer.
"Why not just control it? Wouldn't that save a lot of trouble?"
Mal'Ganis asked with interest, stroking his chin.
The reason why dreadlords like to seduce, torture and abuse is mainly to drain the mental energy from their targets.
He didn't understand whether Zuo Si did this simply out of some bad taste or for some other purpose.
"My dear friend, you must understand that evil deeds committed under manipulation are not the same as mental depravity.
It is even more impossible to obtain a soul that exudes a beautiful dark aura.
The real method is to constantly give choices so that the target will willingly fall into the abyss under the influence of self-awareness.
And in the process, you have to make him feel the pain and struggle, the conflict between conscience and desire, the interweaving of love and hate, and finally he will be completely blackened after being deserted by everyone.
Only in this way can its soul emit dazzling evil light and provide more and more powerful energy.
This is the value of the soul! In addition, please be sure to tell your master what I said.
I believe he can understand something from it.”
After saying that, Zuo Si gave the Dreadlord a look that said "you know what I mean", and then used psychic magic to resurrect the dead orcs on the ground into undead with thoughts and consciousness like the Forsaken, and then took him with him and used teleportation magic to disappear on the spot.
"Soul? Energy?
Damn it!
This guy knows more secrets of the Shadowlands than I thought.
It seems I have to find a way to quickly write a report to my master to let him know about the changes in Azeroth.
As for Archimonde's vanguard, it was obviously no match for this guy.
He will surely lay a deadly trap in Mount Hyjal, waiting for the Legion to mobilize itself."
Mal'Ganis stood there and muttered a few words that no one could understand. Then he quickly activated the teleportation magic and disappeared from the spot.
As for the Warsong Clan, under the leadership of Grom Hellscream, they continued to march towards the depths of Ashenvale...
(End of this chapter)