More than three thousand Tauren scattered and fled for their lives, creating a spectacular scene. They were everywhere, covering the mountains and fields, and the earth trembled as if an earthquake had struck.
Cairne Bloodhoof tried desperately to stop them, pleading and begging, almost kneeling down to beg, but he couldn't stop so many Tauren from escaping. Enraged, his face turned ashen, he pounded his chest and howled in despair.
"A bunch of Imp! You've ruined everything! Who in Azeroth will respect us Mulgore Tauren now? You're destroying Azeroth! By the Earth Mother, how can I face my Tauren?"
Thrall, atop the Altar, opened his eyes, revealing only a ferocious grin. The Tauren's escape seemed to have been expected. He nodded to Moon Earthfury beside him.
Moon the Earthfury was a volatile Tauren. Looking at his cowardly brethren, Moon showed a disdainful expression, looking down on these Imp.
Taking out a Magic Scroll, Moon's expression turned serious. He began chanting incantations as he read the spell on it.
With the cooperation of numerous Earthen Ring Shaman, a new spell was formed. Alexstrasza, the Red Dragon Queen; Green Dragon Queen Ysera; and Nozdormu, the Bronze Dragon Aspect, all changed their expressions, their eyes turning blood red, revealing a ferocious look.
The three Dragon Kings revealed their Dragon forms, roaring as they flew into the air, flapping their enormous wings to intercept the fleeing Tauren from three directions.
First, Nozdormu used the power of time, and no matter how hard these poor Tauren ran, they could only circle around in one area, making them sweat profusely with anxiety.
Even when the Tauren were exhausted, they hadn't managed to escape very far.
The Red Dragon Queen unleashed walls of fire, forcing the exhausted Tauren into a dense, huddled mass. The Green Dragon Ysera spat out seeds that sprouted sturdy vines, binding the Tauren tightly.
With the cooperation of the three Dragon Kings, not a single Tauren escaped. Thrall, atop the Altar, nodded in satisfaction, glanced at Cairne Bloodhoof, and loudly reprimanded:
"The Tauren's cowardice and weakness have greatly disappointed me. I have emphasized long ago that Tauren need to be as fearless as I am, and must bravely face death. As the Warchief of the Tauren, you bear an inescapable responsibility."
Cairne Bloodhoof immediately knelt on the ground, kowtowing forcefully and begging Thrall for forgiveness.
Thrall waved his hand, exhaled, and said, "Alright, let's leave it at that for now. I'll settle accounts with you after the Ascension Ritual. Don't forget, you still owe me 45,000 Tauren."
The escaped Tauren were brought back to their original location, dejected and desperate. Many tauren wept loudly, and another five hundred Tauren were sent to the vicinity of the Altar, ready to die for Thrall.
Robbie was quite surprised to see this; the Ascension Ritual was very well thought out, almost without any flaws.
Robbie had already figured it out: by borrowing the murderous intent within Archimonde's power and combining it with special magic, he had successfully controlled the three Dragon Kings to serve him.
This precise use of killing power is something Thrall could never achieve.
What's even more terrifying is that the enemy had anticipated the Tauren would flee in fear and had made preparations in advance.
Robbie immediately realized that their opponent was extremely dangerous. Seeing Vanessa preparing to act, Robbie hurriedly stopped her. "Be careful, Commander, this could be a trap."
Vanessa looked somewhat confused, only to hear Robbie explain:
"This plan was definitely not Thrall's doing. The enemy we are facing is extremely formidable. They may have already anticipated that someone might sabotage the operation and prepared countermeasures."
Vanessa lowered her head and thought for a moment, then chuckled softly, "If it really is a trap, we only need to send someone to test it to find out."
Fandral Staghelm shook his head repeatedly upon hearing this, firmly stating, "Flame Druid would never willingly walk into a trap."
Robbie chuckled and said, "Don't worry, I already have the right person in mind."
Vanessa glanced at Fandral Staghelm and said reproachfully, "What are you thinking? We won't let our teammates become cannon fodder."
Robbie's gaze fell upon the young Blue Dragonflight Kalecgos.
Kalecgos stood near the Altar, gazing idly at the gloomy sky.
His strength was too weak, and he didn't know much magic, so Thrall didn't let him participate in the Ascension Ritual, but only let him stay below the Altar.
Seeing the three Dragon Kings display their skills and easily capture the escaped Tauren, Kalecgos was very envious and wanted to join in. However, he knew his own strength and that he couldn't handle more than three Tauren.
Bored Kalecgos felt time was passing very slowly and hoped the Ascension Ritual would end soon.
The Dreadlord hidden within Kalecgos, and the Sathrovarr the Corruptor, are stirring restlessly.
Back in the Sunwell, the Sathrovarr the Corruptor faked his death to clear Kalecgos of suspicion, but Dreadlord will not die so easily.
Sathrovarr, having failed to earn any military merit, became a laughingstock within the Burning Legion and was forced to return to Kalecgos's body once more.
"This is Archimonde's Power of Destruction. Thrall is just a foolish Orcs; for him to obtain such power would be a waste, like placing a pearl in front of a pig. Only if I inherit it can I better utilize the Power of Destruction."
Sathrovarr realized this was a golden opportunity. Within the Burning Legion, the strong were respected, and if Sathrovarr inherited the power of Archimonde the Defiler, he would have a very good chance of becoming the leader of the Dreadlords.
"Who is secretly helping Thrall, giving him the method to absorb Archimonde's Power of Destruction? If I were to try and seize it, I fear I would meet with certain death."
Sathrovarr forcibly Pain Suppression his inner greed. His reason told him that it was best not to compete with Thrall for the Power of Destruction, and to keep a low profile and remain Anjing.
Robbie's eyes focused on Point, Line, and Planes, easily pinpointing Sathrovarr's location. A blurry mass of energy appeared in Robbie's palm.
This is the Flesh Essence of Y'Shaarj, which can be used to alter emotions and amplify inner desires.
Robbie silently cast a spell on Sathrovarr, causing Sathrovarr's ambition to swell rapidly, his innate greed filling his heart with an insatiable frenzy.
"With power, I possess everything. Why should I be timid? What am I afraid of? Once I seize the Power of Destruction, what do I have to fear, even if the Blackhand behind it all blames me? What Thrall could do, I can do even better. I will take Thrall's Destiny."
Sathrovarr's thoughts wandered, but he quickly convinced himself with this reason. He quietly gathered his strength, waiting for the right opportunity.
When the five thousand Tauren were all sacrificed, their flesh and blood turning into pools of sewage, the sky brightened, the dark clouds that had shrouded the sky became clear and transparent, and the roars and whispers could no longer be heard. This was Archimonde's pure Power of Destruction.
Moon the Earthfury and Nobundo led a large number of Earthen Ring Shaman in the final spellcasting. The Power of Destruction slowly gathered together. This stage was extremely dangerous, and many Shaman exploded and died, their bodies shattering into pieces.
Finally, Archimonde's Power of Destruction condensed into a transparent sphere the size of a human head, slowly descending to the top of the Altar. All that was needed for the final combination was for Thrall to obtain this power.
Suddenly, a black, winnowing-basket-shaped hand appeared and grabbed the transparent sphere.