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 ax 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 ax 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 ax 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.
Thrall didn't care about the pain in his palm and quickly got up from the ground. He stared at Grom's red eyes and asked with gritted teeth: "So this is why you drank the demon's blood and became a slave again? For the sake of greater power, you would rather continue to be a dog for Mannoroth than be a free orc?"
“Hahahaha! Do you think I’m under the control of Mannoroth? Don’t be silly, boy. He is not worthy of being the master of me and the Warsong Clan.”
Grom laughed wildly and swung Bloodroar again to launch an extremely violent attack.
He didn't even use his own abilities, just sheer brute force and physicality to overwhelm Thrall.
Even if the power of thunder was infused into the Hammer of Destruction, it was not able to gain even the slightest advantage.
Just the opposite!
With the blessing of the power of Blood God Hakkar, the heart of the Gronn sealed inside Bloodhowl was fully stimulated, causing the power of each swing to continue to accumulate.
After finally reaching the critical point, it released a white shock wave that exceeded the speed of sound with a loud bang.
The enormous destructive force would smash Thrall into a distance of more than ten or twenty meters. His skin would rub violently against the dirt and gravel on the ground. Large areas of skin on his face, arms, and back would be ground into pieces, revealing the bloody muscles and blood vessels underneath.
Fortunately, Thrall is a shaman with natural healing abilities. He only needs to give himself a mouthful of milk to make these horrible-looking wounds scab over and heal.
But being suppressed like this is obviously not a solution.
Therefore, he did not bother to hide his trump card and directly activated the elemental power of the Hammer of Doom. Instantly, the originally black surface of the hammer burst into dazzling orange-red flames, while the silver-white electric light attached to the surface constantly made crackling sounds.
"No matter how you explain it, drinking the demon's blood is a blasphemy against the orcs' free will! Die! Grom! Only by dying can we orcs have a chance of survival."
Thrall raised his hammer high and roared with power.
"Free will? Are you kidding me? Look at what you have done in these years since you became the Great Chief! You are destroying our ancient traditions and making the orcs less and less like themselves! You don't have the courage that an orc should have, and you are timid all day long like a weak human!
You are even less worthy of sitting in the position of the chief and continuing to lead the entire race forward!"
While Grom retorted harshly, he released the blood in his body and injected it into the Blood Roar, allowing himself to be closely connected with Goron's heart and gain more powerful strength from it. He looked like he was bathed in a blood-red mist.
"Everything I do is to avoid making more enemies, so that the orcs will not be surrounded by powerful enemies and eventually go to destruction.
Do you think your reckless and reckless behavior is brave? No! That's stupid!
Now, as you and the Warsong Clan have drunk the blood of demons again and are wreaking havoc in Ashenvale, you even killed the demigod Cenarius.
All of the natives of Kalimdor, without exception, have come to regard us as invaders and minions of the Burning Legion.
Just like the old tribes crossing the Dark Portal and burning, killing and looting in the eastern continent! You have never reflected on your mistakes and are still continuing on the old path. "
Thrall vented all his dissatisfaction and anger towards Grom and the Warsong Clan.
In fact, the differences and conflicts between the two have been going on for a long time.
At the beginning, they got along quite well because of the presence of Orgrimmar, the former warchief with great military achievements, as a lubricant.
But with the death of Orgrimmar, the differences in the two sides' concepts, thinking and values gradually emerged.
In fact, compared to the most famous Thrall, Orgrimmar is the most suitable chieftain for the orcs.
On the one hand, he has a flexible mind and is very good at scheming. The best example is that he killed Chieftain Blackhand when the situation was completely disregarding him and then seized power from Gul'dan.
On the other hand, he is the most traditional orc and understands how to unite all the clans. He is top-notch in both personal strength and in leading the troops in battle. He also has top-notch strategic vision, and his strategic goal of launching a surprise attack on the Kingdom of Lordaeron was almost successful.
It was only due to Gul'dan's betrayal that the plan failed.
Therefore, the conflict between Thrall and Grom is essentially a microcosm of the conflict between reformers and traditionalists due to a series of complex issues such as concepts, power, interests, and values.
In the original timeline, this conflict ended before it could fully erupt because of the latter's death in battle.
The Warsong Clan became a direct subordinate of Warchief Thrall, giving the reformists an overwhelming advantage. The conservatives had no power to resist except to obey.
When the new military rank system and the position of military governor began to operate, the power of the clan chiefs, especially the military power, was greatly weakened, and naturally there was no room for rebellion.
What's more, after the Battle of Mount Hyjal, the Horde prospered under the leadership of Thrall. It first won over the Forsaken, and then gained the participation of the blood elves and goblins, and even showed the momentum to overwhelm the Alliance at one point.
This made the new generation of orcs full of infinite respect and admiration for the great chief.
When they grow up and join the army, they naturally become loyal supporters of the new tribe.
But at this moment, Thrall had not yet gathered a strong prestige. Instead, he was questioned by many clan chiefs because he inexplicably ordered the expedition to cross the Endless Sea and come to the desolate and primitive Kalimdor.
Compared to the difficult hunting and gathering of food here, it is much easier to rob human villages and towns in the Eastern Kingdoms, and the food is much more abundant.
As the saying goes, if you don't agree, there's no need to talk too much.
Seeing that Grom had no chance of understanding his painstaking efforts, Thrall finally gave up the last thought of showing mercy and tried his best to communicate with the omnipresent elemental forces, converting all his mana into fire and thunder and injecting it into Doomhammer.
In a flash!
The hammer had become extremely dazzling and bright, emitting a high temperature that was enough to melt everything.
“Aa ...
Grom roared and increased his strength to the extreme, then leaped high again during his run-up.
The Blood Roar emitted a strong smell of blood as he wielded it, and even dark red plasma flowed out from its inside.
Just when each man and his axe jumped to the highest point, Thrall finally threw the hammer in his hand out with all his strength.
boom!!!!!!
A loud noise like thunder instantly swept across the surrounding area within hundreds of meters, forming a shock wave visible to the naked eye.
Many orcs standing in the front row watching the battle retreated involuntarily under the influence of this force.
Even a veteran like Varok Saurfang who had participated in the first two wars couldn't help but show a look of horror.
As the lieutenant of the old Horde Chieftain Orgrimmar, he once witnessed the glorious duel between Orgrimmar and Anduin Lothar, and once believed that it was the pinnacle and ultimate that a warrior could achieve, and it was also a manifestation of strong will and belief.
But now, the elemental power unleashed by Thrall has far exceeded the limits of what a warrior can achieve with his body and weapons.
Even if Orgrimmar was resurrected, he would surely be seriously injured and fall to the ground after such a blow.
But just 0.1 second later, Grom Hellscream rushed forward without showing any weakness and smashed the surface of the Hammer of Doom, which was filled with elemental power, with his Blood Roar.
moment!
Terrifying flames and thunder erupted on the spot, forming a flash of lightning that looked like the end of the world.
boom!!!!!!
The terrifying high-temperature flames and the even more deadly thunderstorms instantly expanded outward with the collision point as the center, forming a spherical energy ball with a radius of hundreds of meters.
Everything within this range, whether soil, stones, trees, or weeds, evaporated in an instant.
A huge, high-temperature lava pool even formed below.
Many people believed that under such an attack, even the strongest orc warrior today would lose the possibility of survival.
But they soon found out that they were wrong, and very wrong.
In the boiling lava pool on the ground, an orc warrior covered in scarlet blood slowly walked out, holding Gorehowl in one hand and the glowing Doomhammer in the other. He walked step by step to the exhausted Thrall, grinned and asked, "Boy, is this all you can do? It's really disappointing. I thought the man chosen by Orgrimmar should at least be able to injure me severely. But you only broke a few of my ribs."
“This…this is impossible!”
Panting, Sal was horrified, his eyes revealing fear and despair.
You know, in order to ensure that he could kill with one blow, he had exhausted all the magic power in his body. Now he had tried his best to even stay standing and had no strength to continue fighting.
“Nothing is impossible.
This world is ultimately a world where the strong prey on the weak.
As long as we orcs are strong enough, we will never have to worry about being annihilated.
So power is what we should be pursuing, not your ridiculous human tricks.
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 ax 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 ax raised high, and with a click, the ax 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 quietly 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 correct finger and shook it gently to 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)
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