Dranosh Saurfang, a warrior of the Horde, was renowned throughout Azeroth. Legendary he could defeat Sargeras with a single punch, and many Alliance soldiers regarded him as an idol.
Of course, this was not enough to make Alliance soldiers willing to die for him.
But it is precisely because of this worship that the power of Y'Shaarj can take advantage of the situation and amplify the emotions as if brainwashing them.
The soldiers were filled with fervor and excitement, feeling an immense love for Dranosh and a willingness to give everything for it.
Jaina sensed something was wrong, but the "Primordial Emissary" in the mirror kept urging her. "Jaina, what are you waiting for?"
Jaina had no choice but to make the difficult decision to preside over the Ten Thousand Souls Resurrection Ritual.
The sacrifice of tens of thousands of Argent Crusade and Stormwind City's loyalist army—whether it could bring Dranosh back to life—was something Robbie and Kel'Thuzad watched anxiously.
Jaina couldn't perform such complex magic alone, so Kel'Thuzad ordered the Scourge mages to assist her in secret.
Just like when Tirion Fordring was resurrected last time, the flesh and blood of ten thousand volunteers fused together to form a huge lump of flesh, which slowly floated above the Altar.
Jaina stared nervously at the floating chunks of flesh, her suspicions growing stronger.
Within this enormous mass of flesh and blood, a strange embryo was being conceived, surrounded by tens of thousands of souls. The embryo grew rapidly, extending numerous tentacles, increasingly resembling Old Gods.
Life was born from the Old Gods.
The Power of the Old Gods is hidden within the flesh and blood of humankind.
Robbie watched all this nervously. Just like when Tirion Fordring was resurrected last time, ten thousand souls entered the embryo of the Old Gods. The embryo gradually took shape and grew into the appearance of the Old Gods.
But before the Old Gods could even take a look at this world, he died in a terrible curse, his body turning to ashes, leaving only a black heart.
Create Old Gods, kill Old Gods, and then leave behind the Old Gods's heart.
From the ashes of the Old Gods's body, a flesh and blood body gradually coalesced, forming an Orcs, exactly like Dranosh, just as robust and powerful.
Robbie and Kel'Thuzad were both smiling, which meant the experiment was close to success.
Kel'Thuzad seemed to understand something and quickly jotted down his thoughts in that instant:
"Flesh and blood life is merely an incomplete form of the Old Gods."
Indeed, flesh-and-blood life forms such as humans, Dwarves, and Night Elves are far too fragile and can only survive in extremely harsh environments.
The bodies of the Old Gods were incredibly strong; even when immersed in scorching magma or traversing the frigid universe, they remained unharmed.
A new body of Dranosh was born from the ashes. The next step should be for the Undead Dranosh to devour the newborn Dranosh, thus gaining new life.
The Undead Dranosh, facing the new body, revealed a hungry expression and was about to pounce and devour it when Robbie, on a sudden impulse, quickly ordered, "Stop the experiment."
Kel'Thuzad hastily stopped the experiment. Dranosh's new body was protected by a force, and the Undead Dranosh cried out in alarm.
Robbie altered Elune's spellcasting steps, directing the heart of the Old Gods to extend countless black lines that drew the Power of the Dead from Undead body of Dranosh.
Dranosh the Undead gradually weakened, and as the Power of the Dead within him dissipated, his strength continued to decline.
But as the Power of the Dead was lost, the heart of the Old Gods replenished Dranosh's Undead body, and a spell turned his Undead body into flesh and blood— the Curse of Flesh.
Robbie whispered, "Kel'Thuzad, do you understand now?"
Kel'Thuzad nodded. "Elune, has played a little trick to cover up the truth. The key is this heart of an Old Gods. With this heart, the Undead can be resurrected."
The Curse of Flesh not only transformed Dranosh's Undead Body into flesh and blood, but also repaired his broken soul, giving Dranosh a new life.
Although he is extremely weak now, he is indeed a living Orcs, and he only needs to recuperate for a period of time to regain his former strength.
Although the experiment was successful and a method for transforming the Undead into humans was found, Kel'Thuzad still didn't understand. "Why make those ten thousand sacrifices willingly die for Dranosh?"
Robbie speculated, "Perhaps it's simply because everyone shares the same idea that they can extract the power of the Old Gods within them."
This is just speculation; further experiments are needed to determine the truth.
Dranosh, who had just been resurrected, looked around in confusion. His body was so weak that he couldn't even stand up and could only lie on the ground like a lump of mud.
Dranosh saw Jaina and asked curiously, "Where is this place?"
Jaina's expression changed drastically. She grabbed the newly reborn Dranosh and demanded, "You don't even know where this is? What do you remember?"
Dranosh was as fragile as an infant. Although Jaina hadn't used much force, large bruises were left on his body, causing Dranosh to scream in pain.
"It hurts, it hurts so much, all I remember is Thrall torturing me."
Jaina's eyes darted around. At that moment, the "Primordial Emissary" in the mirror had disappeared. As clever as Jaina was, how could she not know that she had fallen into a trap?
But Jaina, being who she was, remained calm and composed, and addressed the remaining soldiers in a loud voice:
"Ten thousand warriors sacrificed themselves for Azeroth. Their deaths were worthy and worthwhile, resurrecting the great Horde warrior Dranosh and taking a significant step towards destroying the Scourge. Let us cheer for our heroes!"
The soldiers erupted in a thunderous cheer, chanting the names of Jaina and Dranosh. Jaina ordered several soldiers to carry the weakened Dranosh and slowly withdraw him from Icecrown Citadel, beaming with the joy of victors.
If given a choice, Dranosh would rather stay with the Scourge than return to the camp to face his enemy Thrall, where he would likely face endless torment.
Unfortunately, he had no choice in the matter.
As soon as Jaina approached the Allied camp, she sensed an unusual atmosphere.
Jaina cautiously cast a spell to investigate and discovered a large number of Orcs lying in ambush within the camp.
I have never seen so many Orcs before. Even at the height of Thrall's power, I never commanded such a massive Orcs army.
Jaina's expression changed drastically. She immediately turned around and cast Blink, disappearing without a trace after a few Blinks.
The soldiers looked at each other, completely bewildered as to what had happened.
The camp gates swung open, and Garrosh Hellscream, clad in black armor and carrying Gorehowl, strode out. He glanced at Jaina's retreating figure and sneered:
"That cunning human woman, she actually escaped! Look who I see here, Dranosh Saurfang, my dear friend. Your death saddened me, but it's wonderful to see you return alive."
Garrosh grabbed Dranosh, easily snapping his neck. He tossed the body aside and viciously ordered, "Get the oil in the pan; this will be my dinner tonight."