"Thrall, damn it, what are you doing?"
Medivh shouted, then he noticed Thrall's eyes.
Something's not right.
Those are not the eyes of living beings.
Life is complex.
Even someone as cruel, ruthless, and capricious as Thrall can have moments of weakness, cowardice, and fear.
But these eyes were different; they held only pure destruction and slaughter. Medivh had only ever seen such eyes in the eyes of high-ranking Demons —emotionless killing machines.
Medivh began to understand: someone had stripped away Thrall's cruelty, Pain Suppression his other emotions, and freed him from all restraints; at this moment, he was an absolute Demons.
Of course, this is not easy to achieve; it can only be accomplished with specific goals. For other Orcs, the effect will be greatly reduced, and they may even suffer a mental breakdown.
Compared to pure evil, there are few in this world who can rival Thrall. Medivh quickly thought of another Orcs, Garrosh Hellscream.
"Not good!"
Medivh, being so clever, quickly turned and ran away.
The enormous mass of flesh in the air writhed and throbbed like the heart of a Demons, while Gul'dan and Orgrim below simultaneously let out a mournful cry as their bodies were devoured by the flesh that had given birth to them.
A cold, merciless voice rang out; it was Garrosh:
"Thrall, did you think I was unprepared? Today, two hundred thousand Orcs from Orgrimmar have gathered in this arena—this is a trap prepared for you."
Boom!
The mass of flesh in the air trembled, and apart from a few dozen high-ranking generals and a small number of Kor'kron elites, the remaining Orcs involuntarily flew into the air and merged with the mass of flesh.
The mass of flesh devoured two hundred thousand Orcs and rapidly expanded.
The gigantic Thrall cruelly said:
"Garrosh, don't waste your energy. I received a blessing within the Maelstrom, gaining control over a vast amount of Water Elementals, but you have nothing. Are you going to fight me with just a pile of rotten flesh?"
Garrosh calmly replied, "Look what that is?"
A piercing whistling sound came, which then turned into a huge roar.
Thrall quickly looked up and saw a shooting star falling from the sky, trailing a long tail, already approaching Orgrimmar.
The gigantic Thrall hurriedly dodged, and the meteor burrowed into the mass of flesh.
Robbie was secretly astonished. This meteor from outer space was not composed of matter, but rather an aggregate of Flame elements, slightly different from the Fire Elementals of this world. It was simply incredible that it could pass through the Titans Shield that covered Azeroth.
Flesh and blood exploded, and a gigantic Orcs stood in the already destroyed arena, about the same height as a giant Thrall. His hideous face was Garrosh's, Flames raged around him like a red-hot coal.
A creature formed from the fusion of flesh and Flame.
"This is coming," Robbie whispered.
Vanessa looked confused, Robbie explained in a low voice:
"I read in the Azshara court notes from ten thousand years ago that the beings of the Void are so powerful that if they were to descend upon Azeroth in their true form, it would cause the destruction of the entire world. Therefore, they would divert a portion of their power into the body of a designated representative."
Vanessa stared at the gigantic, raging Garrosh and Thrall, who was composed of Power of Pure Water in the air, and nodded slightly, saying, "I see. Thrall received guidance from someone behind the scenes and enslaved a large number of Water Elementals. Another force, not wanting to be left behind, directly descended upon Garrosh. This is all for the sake of vying for dominance over Azeroth."
Robbie said with a bitter expression and worry, "I wonder what kind of terrifying, mysterious entity has targeted Azeroth this time, using its representative Thrall and Garrosh to fight for supremacy."
The gigantic Garrosh smiled faintly, a pair of enormous Flame wings rising behind him as he slowly ascended into the air. Pure Thrall snorted coldly.
"Water can extinguish fire; you're destined to lose this battle."
Thrall stepped onto the sea, and a large amount of seawater gathered around him, forming a giant wave thousands of meters high. Thrall carried the giant wave toward Garrosh.
Gazing at this terrifying scene, Robbie murmured, "Descent not only brings terrifying power, but also grants some combat wisdom and a vast amount of knowledge."
Just as Robbie said, Garrosh was not as Recklessness as before, and calmly flew backward. Thrall along the coastline. Garrosh flew to the Barrens and found a thin spot in the earth's crust.
The Barrens are inhabited by a large number of Orcs, Orcs hierarchy. The Orcs are prominent live in Orgrimmar, the Barrens by ordinary civilians.
Garrosh flew through the air, setting countless Orcs houses ablaze. Orcs civilians howled and screamed as they fled their homes, and countless civilians perished in the flames.
But the disaster was not over. Thrall landed in the Barrens, and endless seawater flooded the land. Orcs who managed to escape the inferno were crushed to pieces by the crashing waves, and all traces were erased by the seawater, as if they had never existed.
Garrosh chose a large Orcs settlement, but he did not hesitate at all. He fell to the ground like a meteor, and the settlement was instantly set ablaze, burning countless civilian Orcs to ashes.
The earthquake trembled, revealing a deep ravine, like an ugly scar.
A massive amount of Lava erupted, and Garrosh, bathed in the Lava, charged toward Thrall. Thrall, seeing the terrifying Lava from afar, felt a billowing chill emanating from his body, freezing the giant wave into an iceberg. Thrall pushed the iceberg and crashed it into the Lava.
Robbie frowned and whispered, "Thrall may be a Shaman, but his mastery of magic shouldn't be this proficient. It seems the person behind the scenes has also bestowed upon him some knowledge and combat skills."
Without any frills, Garrosh and Thrall fought in the most direct way. With each clash, their battle completely changed the landscape of the Barrens, shattering and splitting the entire region in two, which would later be named the Northern The Barrens Southern The Barrens.
In this the Barrens, countless lives perished, while a few survivors fled to safety, watching in terror as the battle raged in the sky.
The collision of icebergs and Lava produced a large amount of water vapor, and the Barrens was soon drenched in rain, but Thrall and Garrosh could occasionally be seen.
"That's the great Savior Thrall!" a Tauren exclaimed in terror.
Garrosh had only recently ascended to the position of Warchief, and his control over the Barrens was still insufficient; the people had not lost their support for Thrall.
"Thrall must be fighting to save Azeroth." An Orcs had just lost his family and right arm was moved to tears.
"Thrall's opponent... he looks more and more like Warchief Garrosh!" a Troll wondered, having just lost his farm and family.
An Orcs Veteran shook his head and said, "The great Warchief Garrosh was benevolent, and like the Savior Thrall, he fought to save Azeroth. There must be more to the story."
The survivors discussed amongst themselves, each expressing their own opinions. Although Thrall and Garrosh had destroyed their homes and slaughtered their families, not one dared to utter a word of complaint.
Worship and reverence will fade with time, but fear will remain forever in the heart.