"Among the experimental subjects collected by the Bronze Dragonflight, the higher the number ranking, the stronger they are." For some reason, a hint of gloom flashed across Medivh's brow, perhaps recalling a certain experimental subject who hadn't fared very well:
"Test Subject 012 helped Thrall heal his wounds; this is the reward he deserves."
Test Subject 012 let out a soft moan, and its eight octopus legs scrambled toward Thrall. This octopus-like monster had multiple eyes on its torso blinking at a specific frequency, making it look eerie and mysterious.
Thrall immediately felt dizzy, his consciousness teetering on the edge of blurring.
Then, the octopus monster spat out a small clump of slime, which crawled onto Thrall's body like a living thing and burrowed into the wound on Thrall's chest. When Thrall regained consciousness, he felt full of power and his injury had been healed.
"Test Subject 012 not only possesses extraordinary healing abilities, but it can also release colorless and odorless toxins that spread through the air, rendering people weak and helpless. Its effect is widespread; it once destroyed a small seaside town."
Seeing the fear on Thrall's face, Medivh chuckled, "Don't worry, this poison is easy to deal with. Shaman, Paladins, Priests, and the like can easily remove it."
Thrall let out a long sigh of relief. Medivh's dark eyes were fixed on Thrall, and he said meaningfully, "Please note that you are currently the only Shaman in this Internment Camp."
Magic-based classes have always been rare, especially among the Orcs race, where Shaman are considered national treasures.
"Guardian, do you mean...?" Thrall asked, his face trembling with surprise.
Medivh smiled and said slowly:
"Thrall, until now, you have always presented a glorious and positive image to your people. Son of Durotan, chieftain of the Frostwolf Clan, a perennial champion in the Arena, a great Shaman, a master of the elements, and the future Savior, you will rule the Orcs with wisdom and strength, leading Orcs to a glorious and great future."
"For a true ruler, these are merely preliminary steps. Thrall, it's time for you to learn some real knowledge." Medivh's expression turned serious, and he coldly questioned, "Thrall, and other renowned Orcs chieftains like Blackhand Grommash Hellscream, how did they rule their tribes?"
"It was cruel, bloody, and violent; those who disobeyed were mercilessly slaughtered." Thrall disagreed with his predecessors' methods. "In my view, this is an outdated management style. I want to bring the Orcs a completely new management model."
Medivh shook his head:
"Thrall, you need to remember, there is no true black and white in this world. The methods don't matter; the key is that they work. History is written by the victors. The Orcs chieftains aren't incapable of innovation; their constant repetition of this method proves it's the most effective and efficient management approach."
Medivh stood up and looked intently into Thrall's eyes. Compared to Thrall's tall and strong physique, Medivh appeared very small, but in Thrall's eyes, Medivh seemed like a towering giant.
"You need to be a hundred times more ruthless than them." Medivh's voice was cold and expressionless.
Thrall was so frightened that he took a step back.
Forgetting is an instinct of life. Any Mythic or glory will fade and become mundane. Even if you save the world, people will quickly forget you, just like a discarded rag.
Medivh swung his hand sharply, emphasizing in his voice, "Only fear remains in the heart."
Thrall hesitated, his expression unusually grave.
In fact, Thrall, who grew up in Azeroth, did not experience the brutal competition of Draenor. His human education and upbringing made him fundamentally incompatible with the traditions of the Orcs.
This is also why Medivh chose Thrall. He was born with the cruel nature of Orcs and was also deeply influenced by human culture. He learned a lot of both the good and the bad, and his humanity and animality were perfectly combined in one person.
Inherent cruelty is merely the mark of a beast; only wisdom combined with ruthless cruelty can create a true hero.
"Hehe, I can see you have doubts. How about we conduct an experiment? Antonidas's disciple, that human girl, should have already wiped out all the useless people in the dungeon. I never misjudge people; she's a good test subject."
When Jaina was brought up, her beautiful eyes were filled with tears, her slender body trembled, and her face showed grievance and helplessness, as if she had done something wrong.
Unfortunately, her clothes were too clean, without a speck of dust, and her shiny blonde hair was styled perfectly.
"A clean and swift massacre; all the Orcs died from a single, fatal magical strike, like a flawless work of art." An Orcs examined the bodies and reported this to Medivh and Thrall.
When the Orcs looked at Jaina, there was a clear fear in his eyes.
Medivh nodded. "Thrall, do as I said, help our human girl understand her situation."
Thrall chuckled, walked over to Jaina, and politely shook Jaina right hand.
Jaina's hands were beautiful, with long, slender, and delicate fingers, and firm, fair skin. Lying in Thrall's large hands, they looked like jade pieces meticulously crafted by the world's finest artisans.
Thrall grabbed Jaina's right hand and brought it to his mouth.
Is it a hand-kissing gift?
This demonstrates good manners, and at least on the surface, Jaina finally seems to be relaxed.
Thrall suddenly opened his gaping maw, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth, and bit down hard on Jaina's right hand.
"Ah!"
Jaina let out a piercing scream that seemed to cut through the sky, her eyes rolled back, and she fell into a magnificent coma.
Thrall forcefully tore off Jaina's right hand, chewing it greedily, blood flowing freely, as if biting into a piece of cooked bone.
Medivh smiled and nodded, satisfied with Thrall's performance. He snapped his fingers, forcing Jaina to wake from her excruciating pain.
She looked at her right hand; half of her arm was gone, tumbling in Thrall's mouth, leaving only jagged bone fragments. Jaina had heard of Orcs eating people many times, but it had never happened to her. Jaina always thought, "Heh, it's no big deal. I won't be eaten anyway," and continued to fight for the Orcs' interests.
At this moment, Jaina was terrified to the extreme; she truly felt the horror of the Orcs.
They really do eat people.
Fear was buried deep in her heart; Jaina was heartbroken and desperate, tears streaming down her face.
"Relax, relax, Antonidas's disciple." Medivh maintained his gentlemanly smile, pointed at Thrall, and said:
"If the Orcs are a dragon, then when they were defeated, wounded, and on the verge of death, it was you and your dear mentors, King Terenas, who mobilized the entire people of Lordaeron to heal them and fatten them up."
"Now, the dragon has come to life and wants to devour all of Lordaeron, but that's not enough. You need to cut off pieces of your own flesh and keep feeding it, otherwise, the dragon will tear you to pieces and swallow you whole. Do you understand?"
Jaina nodded, tears welling in her eyes.
"Test Subject 012, heal our lovely lady." Medivh sat up straight.
A clump of slime enveloped Jaina's right arm, and her right hand was restored. With a slight movement, it seemed no different from before. Jaina even suspected that what had just happened was some kind of magical illusion.
Suddenly, a vertical eye, like that of a venomous snake, appeared on the back of Jaina's hand, winked mischievously, and then quickly disappeared.
"Ah! Ah!"
Jaina knelt on the ground, clutching her most cherished golden hair, letting out screams of agony.
In the years to come, in Andorhal, at the gates of Stratholme, in the Barrens, in Theramore, in Mount Hyjal, in Undercity, in Stormwind City, in Dalaran, and in Northrend, whenever Jaina harbored thoughts of enmity towards the Orcs, this Evil eye would appear precisely on cue, reminding Jaina of the deepest fears within her heart.
Medivh stared intently at Jaina, easily seeing through her thoughts, and chuckled softly:
"Fear has given us a good ally—beautiful, intelligent, and most importantly, of good birth. Thrall, test it out; try ordering her around. She'll do anything."