The visitor was Orgrim Doomhammer.
Upon seeing this ferocious-looking old Orcs, Robbie became even more certain that the person behind it all was one who conceived and created, not one who resurrected.
Robbie witnessed firsthand how Orgrim was tortured to death by Thrall, his soul torn apart by the Restless Souls of countless Lordaeron citizens, leaving not a single fragment behind.
Orgrim was different now; a powerful, mysterious force flowed within him. He held a new Doomhammer and looked at Gul'dan with disdain.
"Gul'dan, you're still as incompetent as ever, unable to even handle a minotaur."
Gul'dan glared angrily at Orgrim:
"Damn it, it was you who launched a sneak attack and destroyed my Shadow Council back then. Without the noble Warlocks, the Orcs army struggled to advance, which led to the disastrous defeat at Lordaeron."
Orgrim brandished his Doomhammer and retorted angrily:
"What did you say? If you hadn't led half the army away, would I have suffered a defeat in Lordaeron? You selfish, filthy, and despicable scoundrel, why didn't you wait until you conquered Lordaeron before exploring the Tomb of Sargeras?"
Gul'dan sneered, "Do you think I'm that fool Blackhand? If I had believed your lies, I would have met my end long ago, and you would have kept the secrets of Tomb of Sargeras all to yourself."
"Shut up!"
Orgrim roared:
"Who doesn't know that I, Orgrim, am highly respected and of impeccable character? I would never do such a despicable thing as a sneak attack. I am a moral exemplar for the Orcs, an example for countless Orcs to emulate. This city is named after me."
Gul'dan retorted, "What kind of morality is a treacherous sneak attack? Those who use underhanded tactics to harm others..."
The two Orcs argued back and forth, creating a huge commotion.
Finally, both of them couldn't hold back their anger and started fighting. Cairne, who was standing by, was stunned. He thought he would encounter two Orcs joining forces, but he didn't expect them to fight each other.
The battle between Gul'dan and Orgrim was fierce, and both were quickly injured, but there was no sign of it stopping. Cairne quietly retreated, picked up the Gorehowl from the ground, and waited to reap the benefits.
Vanessa vanished from her spot, only to return shortly after, clutching a blurry mass of dark energy in her hand. This was a massive piece of flesh and blood that had come from the sky; Medivh had been distracted by the battle in the arena, and Vanessa had seized the opportunity to steal a small piece.
"Our goal has been achieved," Vanessa said softly. "As long as we send this piece of flesh back for research, we might be able to uncover the secrets of the person behind it all."
Robbie and Vanessa cast a spell together, reclaiming the power of Cairne Bloodhoof.
Cairne felt his power melt away like ice and snow, followed by endless exhaustion and tearing pain. The Ashbringer in his hand was dim and lifeless, and the Holy Light no longer protected him.
"Earth Mother, why won't you help me? Why have you abandoned your children?"
Cairne prayed silently in his heart. Everyone's attention was drawn to the battle between Gul'dan and Orgrim. Cairne only wanted to sneak away from the arena, escape Orgrimmar, and then go on the run.
Unfortunately, someone noticed Cairne's change, and that person was Tirion Fordring.
Tirion Fordring hid under the table, reluctant to Ashbringer, and secretly observed Cairne. When he saw Cairne's sharpness disappear, and he was hiding in a corner, panting heavily with exhaustion, and Ashbringer had also been extinguished, Tirion Fordring understood something.
The experienced Tirion Fordring remained silent, cautiously approaching Cairne, while Cairne also stealthily moved towards the exit, the two growing ever closer.
Tirion Fordring suddenly stood up, extended his right hand, and called upon Ashbringer.
Guided by the Power of the Holy Light, Ashbringer returned to Tirion Fordring's hands.
Tirion Fordring finally felt relieved, confirming that Cairne was indeed weakened. His confidence soared, and he triumphantly shouted, "Cairne Bloodhoof, you traitor to the Horde, the murderer who destroyed Azeroth! I, Tirion Fordring, will uphold Justice and eradicate evil!"
Ashbringer flew away, and Cairne was slightly taken aback. He then saw Tirion Fordring leap high into the air, wielding the brightly shining Ashbringer as he slashed at Cairne Bloodhoof.
The Tauren Chieftain had already endured several Blood War, and the Power of Destruction had exhausted his strength, causing countless minor damages to his internal organs, while Tirion Fordring was in his prime.
Ashbringer slashed at Cairne with Thunder force. Cairne raised Gorehowl to parry, but was forced to retreat repeatedly. Tirion Fordring, enveloped in powerful Power of the Holy Light, grew stronger with each battle.
Unfortunately, the battle between Gul'dan and Orgrim was so captivating that few noticed Tirion Fordring's heroic figure.
General Nazgrim did not forget his duty. After Tirion Fordring defeated Cairne, Nazgrim led a group of Kor'kron Orcs to charge. Chains pierced Cairne's collarbone, and the exhausted Tauren chieftain finally became a prisoner.
The proud Nazgrim did not thank Tirion Fordring, but merely gave him a disdainful look.
Tirion Fordring returned to the VIP section dejectedly, feeling that things were going downhill and people's hearts were no longer what they used to be.
The battle between Gul'dan and Orgrim had reached its climax, and the exciting fight was a feast for the Orcs, eliciting cheers and applause.
Robbie and Vanessa quietly left Orgrimmar. Just as they exited through the back Orgrimmar, Robbie suddenly looked towards the ocean and sensed a terrifying power:
"Strange, such pure Power of Pure Water... something's not right. The Water Elemental are wailing; they're not in control of their own destiny."
A cold wind blew in from the sea, followed by a dark cloud.
The sky darkened rapidly, and Sylvanas looked up at the dark clouds above Orgrimmar, feeling a sudden, inexplicable unease creeping over her.
Tirion Fordring was startled and stood up, stealthily moving towards the Portal Jaina had opened.
Jaina paled, lowering her voice to say, "I sensed a powerful Water Elemental Power. This terrifying power could only belong to the water Elemental Lords Neptulon."
"Neptulon? How could that be?" Sylvanas muttered to herself. She clearly remembered that during the battle against Kul Tiras, Neptulon was ambushed by Thrall and was likely dead.
Could it be that Neptulon has recovered from his injuries and is coming to seek revenge on the Orcs? Sylvanas also moved closer to the Portal, determined not to get involved.
Medivh, guarding the colossal flesh in the sky, looked up at the mountain-like dark clouds and muttered to himself, "Neptulon... no, I sense the elemental resentment. Who enslaved Neptulon's people?"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
A loud, arrogant laugh rang out; the voice was very familiar—it belonged to the Savior Thrall.
"Without my Orgrimmar, it's a complete mess, like a junkyard. Garrosh, you're a piece of trash! I am the great Savior Thrall, I've returned!"
Gul'dan and Orgrim stopped fighting, looked up at the sky, and heard Thrall's voice. Orgrim trembled with fear, almost dropping his weapon.
The dark clouds in the sky continued to condense, and with the combined efforts of countless Water Elementals, the Power of Pure Water gathered together and solidified into a towering Orcs, whose face was none other than Thrall.
At this moment, Thrall, standing over a thousand meters tall, looked down at Orgrimmar below and sneered, "What a wonderful moment. With just one punch, I can destroy this city. Orcs, will you submit or die?"