The gigantic Thrall stood at the port of Stormwind City, his eyes slightly narrowed as he Anjing cast spells. Seawater flowed across the surface of his pure water body as he used the power of the ocean to repair the seals on countless Water Elementals.
Garrosh absorbed the flesh and blood of Stormwind City's inhabitants, but unfortunately, most of Stormwind City's population had fled a few days prior, Garrosh with far too few people to fully repair his damaged body. He could only turn his attention to Westfall.
Suddenly, a snowflake slowly drifted down.
How can there be snowflakes at this time of year?
"Not good!"
Garrosh let out a strange cry, losing his usual composure, and his body burst forth with a large amount of Flames.
The sky suddenly darkened, and a sound like a grand, resounding bell echoed in all directions, deafeningly loud.
"Scourge are coming; winter is on its way."
The sky above Stormwind City was ablaze with light, as countless Scourge mages simultaneously crossed space, their countless Portals twinkling like stars.
The Scourge mages cast a spell together, teleporting an iceberg almost instantly. A terrifying chill enveloped the entire Stormwind City, causing the temperature to plummet and water to freeze instantly.
Meanwhile, on the outskirts of Stormwind City, a large number of Scourge mages descended almost simultaneously, coalescing into a massive purple Magic Shield that enveloped the entire Stormwind City, ensuring that the chilling aura would not leak out.
The gigantic Thrall was surprised to find himself frozen in the seawater. The extreme cold had frozen his body, which was composed of pure water, and his body was gradually stiffening.
Garrosh roared in fury:
"A bunch of insects dare to challenge a great being; you have no idea what a terrifying enemy you are facing."
Garrosh's body burst into flames, resisting the terrible cold, but then he realized something was wrong. His flesh and blood kept falling off, and the Orcs and human souls bound to his body were freed and left his body.
Upon closer inspection of the detached flesh, which was covered with flowers and grasses and whose roots were growing rapidly, absorbing the nutrients from the flesh, Garrosh's expression immediately turned solemn.
"What kind of power is this that can freeze a body made of pure water?" Thrall asked calmly.
Garrosh said expressionlessly, "Azeroth has two moons. Besides Elune, there's also the Blue Child. This is the Blue Child's Seed of Life and its Icy Destruction."
Thrall "Oh," and added, "No wonder she could freeze a body made of pure water. After all, she's a terrifying being from that place. It wasn't her fault that she lost to Elune."
Garrosh scoffed, "The Scourge has mastered the Blue Child's power. Don't you think that's the biggest surprise?"
"Life is about continuous learning and drawing lessons from others, and besides, this kind of power can't bind me at all," Thrall said nonchalantly.
Garrosh smiled slightly and said, "That's right, it's just a trivial trick."
Before the two finished speaking, the purple Magic Shield enveloping Stormwind City suddenly changed color, turning sky blue. Shields appeared inside the shield, each bearing the image of a snake-haired woman with closed eyes, shooting countless beams of dark light at Thrall and Garrosh.
"Titans Relics, petrification power, that's quite unexpected." Garrosh was slightly taken aback.
The gigantic Thrall and Garrosh were simultaneously turned into stone statues, but both remained calm and composed, having already devised a plan and not taking it to heart.
But this was not the end. Several enormous tentacles emerged from the seawater, binding the two tightly, and the tentacles' suckers sprayed out a viscous black liquid.
Thrall's expression changed drastically, and he exclaimed in alarm, "Damn it, this is the Curse of Flesh from the Old Gods! I hate the Curse of Flesh!"
Garrosh's expression changed as well. "I understand. The Scourge's goal isn't to destroy us, but to torture us. Do you have a way to deal with the Curse of Flesh?"
"No," Thrall replied simply.
After being afflicted by the Curse of Flesh, the two men's faces grew tentacles, their hands and feet turned into pincers, and they became enormous Faceless Ones, with countless whispers roaring in their minds.
But these two terrifying beings remained calm and unaffected.
A large number of Scourge mages surrounded the two Faceless Ones, forming seal after seal to firmly bind their bodies.
Kel'Thuzad approached the two Faceless Ones and proclaimed:
"Having flesh and blood means having suffering. In your endless lives, have you ever tasted the torment of the flesh? Have you ever suffered such humiliation?"
"What an unexpected experience!" Thrall transformed into the Faceless Ones, smiled. "This kind of torture is nothing. What do you want to end this boring game?"
"Who are you? Who are you? Tell me your names!" Kel'Thuzad roared.
Garrosh, now Faceless Ones, answered first:
"My name carries a taboo, and I'm sorry I can't tell you, but this body originally belonged to the Orcs Garrosh. I merely modified it. Your torment and those irritating whispers have been transferred to Garrosh's soul. You can tear his soul apart, but you can't harm me in the slightest."
This is the terrifying aspect of the Harbinger. Their true forms are hidden in the dark Void or in the unreachable depths of the universe, sending down only a small portion of their energy and consciousness. Even if they perish unexpectedly, it is only a negligible loss to their true form.
Robbie and Kel'Thuzad discussed for a long time. Faced with such terrifying beings of a higher dimension, it was already commendable that the Scourge was able to capture them. It was basically impossible to pry them open their mouths.
Deathwing descended from the sky and whispered:
"Perhaps I can be of help. When the Black Dragonflight was exploring the New World, they came into contact with some mysterious beings. Just as each Titans has different abilities, every great being has its own unique energy form. Give me three days, and I will extract all the energy from their bodies. Perhaps I can find some clues."
Thrall, now transformed into the Faceless Ones, remained unperturbed, simply chuckling, "Little Black Dragon, your actions are meaningless."
Garrosh, now the Faceless Ones, remained silent.
Robbie and Kel'Thuzad discussed the matter for a while and agreed to Deathwing's help.
Deathwing reverted to his Black Dragon form, standing atop the gates of Stormwind City, personally directing dozens of Dragon Mages to extract energy from the two Faceless Ones.
The Faceless Ones shrank at a visible rate, and when its energy was drained, it became a statue more than ten meters tall, reverting to the appearances of Thrall and Garrosh, standing tall at the gates of Stormwind City.
During this time, many people from Elwynn Forest secretly approached and were terrified when they saw Deathwing looming at the city gate, and all sorts of rumors spread.
Three days later, the Scourge and the Black Dragonflight withdrew from Stormwind City. King Varian received the news and returned to Stormwind City victoriously with his Personal Guard.
Looking at the two statues at the city gate, Varian was quite pleased with himself, thinking to himself: Thrall, Garrosh, I never thought you'd end up like this.
A Portal opened, and Jaina stepped Portal, followed by a group of Orcs, led by a resentful Saurfang the Great.
Jaina said seriously:
"The Guardian Medivh has decreed that Azeroth must have a Savior, and the Horde must have a Warchief. Thrall and Garrosh are sealed within the stone statue. Varian, you must rescue them at all costs."