Among the many races of Azeroth, Goblins are not considered to have outstanding combat talent; they have poor magical affinity and are at a disadvantage in terms of physical strength.
However, Goblins are skilled at invention and possess a strong business acumen. If they can make full use of their shrewd minds, they have a very good chance of becoming a powerful race.
Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned. In the Azeroth, Goblins were in a rather awkward position, forced to rely on powerful races for survival.
This is related to the greed of the Goblin race. Although there are some incredibly wealthy people among the Goblins, the common people of this race are far from happy, and the gap between the rich and the poor is enormous.
The Goblins in Rustwater Port, in particular, lived as if in hell, and it was common for them to be worked to death. Kael'thas secretly observed one of their factories and found that a new batch of Goblins was replaced on average every three days.
The monstrous, god-like creature in the center of Rustwater Port instilled a deep sense of dread in Kael'thas. If such a being were to spread throughout Azeroth, it would be tantamount to hell descending upon the earth.
Enrage drove Kael'thas; a fire burned within his chest.
One night, as the Goblins were working day and night as usual, a blazing, Fervor flame suddenly appeared in the sky above Rustwater Port, like a small sun.
Kael'thas didn't want to break ties with Thrall, Jaina, and the others, so he didn't reveal his identity and hid in the center of the flames to cast spells.
A large number of red-hot rocks fell from the sky, making Rustwater Port look like it had been hit by a meteor shower.
First, the Castle in the center of Rustwater Port was burned down, the monsters created by Wrathion were burned to ashes, and his dragon research laboratory was not spared either.
As a Harbinger, survival is the top priority.
Without hesitation, Wrathion immediately used a teleportation spell to escape. This strange teleportation spell was different from the magical principles of Azeroth, and Kael'thas was powerless to stop him.
But this did not affect the plan; Kael'thas set his sights on Thrall and Jaina's residence.
Thrall and Jaina were enjoying a delicious grilled Goblin. The Goblins, thoroughly cleaned, were skewered and roasted over glowing embers.
Because special black magic is used to protect their brains and vital organs, they remain alive even when their bodies are fully mature.
Thrall thoroughly enjoyed this cruel feeling, boasting smugly:
"This is a fine tradition of our Draenor World. Only by consuming living creatures can we increase our courage. Dead flesh has no soul and will only turn Orcs into cowards. This is the secret to our Orcs indomitable spirit."
Jaina took a small bite of the grilled Goblin meat and nodded. "I admire the Orcs' courage."
Thrall grinned cruelly and said, "Jaina, you know me. I am the bravest hero in the history of the Orcs, indifferent to life and death. Nothing can subdue me, all because I like to eat live animals."
Out of consideration for Thrall's provision of the delicious food, Jaina reluctantly offered a few words of praise, "You are the great Savior, the greatest warrior of Azeroth, who can rival your bravery?"
Thrall devoured the Goblin meat, his expression gradually turning serious. "To put it modestly, I am the pinnacle of courage in Azeroth."
Before the words were finished, a Thunder sound suddenly rang out, followed by several loud bangs, the earth trembled, and flames shot into the sky over Rustwater Port.
Unable to sense the fluctuations in magical energy beforehand, Jaina deduced that she had encountered an opponent of unparalleled strength, and her instinctive reaction was to open Portal and escape.
Unfortunately, Jaina failed, and the space was imprisoned.
Rustwater Port was in chaos. The hardworking Goblins, unaware of what had happened, mistook it for Scourge and wandered around aimlessly like headless flies.
Rumble.
Several meteorites fell towards Thrall's residence, cleverly shattering the surrounding walls without harming the people inside.
Thrall had a roasted Goblin in his mouth. The Thrall was baring its Goblin but couldn't make a sound; fear, grievance, and helplessness were written all over its face.
Opposite Thrall, Jaina was sucking the brains of a living Goblin.
This scene was thus exposed to the numerous Goblins.
Kael'thas used magic to disguise himself, speaking in a hoarse, unpleasant voice. "Thrall, Jaina, Warchief Garrosh sent me to give you his greetings."
Jaina was quite frightened. She had never heard of such a powerful mage before, so she made a "reasonable" guess that he was probably Harbinger like Wrathion.
Just as Jaina was pondering a solution, Thrall had already taken action, bending his knees to kneel on the ground and kowtowing towards the Fireball in the sky.
"Spare me! I'm willing to surrender to Garrosh, as long as I'm spared. I'm willing to become Garrosh's slave."
Jaina secretly regretted that Azeroth's courage had been so easily swayed. After all, she was a woman, and she couldn't let go of her pride. Thrall was quite different from Thrall, the Savior.
Kael'thas said coldly, "Your crimes don't need my judgment. Let the Goblins of Rustwater Port punish you and see how they treat you."
Thrall's body flew up, and several iron skewers used for Goblins pierced through his limbs and were firmly nailed to a wooden door.
Jaina forced a smile, about to say something.
Unfortunately, Kael'thas, having returned from the dead, showed no mercy and unleashed Mana Burn on Jaina without hesitation.
Jaina's magic was rapidly depleted, causing her immense pain. She collapsed weakly to the ground, as frail as an infant until her magic returned.
After burning down several more important factories, Kael'thas felt it was enough, so he quietly hid and observed from the sidelines as the fireballs in the sky disappeared.
Kael'thas needed to Goblins ' reaction: would they resist or submit to the Demons that had devoured their brethren?
Many buildings in Rustwater Port were ablaze. Realizing the intruders had left, the panicked Goblins gradually calmed down, and many Goblin gathered around Thrall and Jaina.
Dozens of Goblins were struggling painfully on the oven.
On the long table were various knives and forks, sharp axes, delicious sauces, and the Goblins.
A goblin, half-eaten, writhed Goblin.
Both man-eating Demons were rendered unable to fight.
It was both expected and unexpected.
Most of the Goblins hesitated, but a few Goblin had already taken action, kneeling down in unison. One Goblin wept bitterly, saying:
"Great Savior Thrall, you must not be harmed! How can we live without you?"
Several goblins Goblin rescued Thrall and bandaged his wounds.
Jaina was treated well; several Goblins helped Jaina up and sat her down, Goblin took out a mana potion from Jaina backpack.
After taking the mana potion and regaining some of her mana, Jaina's complexion gradually became rosy, and she felt much better.
Thrall winced in pain. "You did well. Azeroth is full of dangers, and only I, the great Savior Thrall, can protect your safety."
The Goblins showered him with concern and flattery, Goblin that gaining the favor of the Savior Thrall was a golden opportunity to rise to power.
Kael'thas, standing to the side, couldn't help but shake his head, feeling a pang of disappointment.
The unfortunate Goblins would also face this situation, and the relatively better-off Blood Elves would have no choice but to make similar decisions.
Kael'thas extinguished his will to save the Blood Elves.
Suddenly, the sound of cannon fire erupted from the port.