As offerings were continuously Consecration, the Portal became more and more stable, and it seemed that the scenery of the world on the other side of the portal could be seen.
Thrall danced wildly before the Altar, a dance with a strange rhythm. Jaina had once been fascinated by balls and knew about the dances of various races in Azeroth. Her dance partners ranged from short Murlocs and Kobolds to tall Tauren and Ogres, encompassing almost every race in Azeroth, but she didn't know what Thrall's dance was.
"This is a sacrificial dance of worship to Demons." Seeing Jaina's confusion, Thrall patiently explained:
"It has evolved into a traditional dance of the Warsong Clan. The Warsong Clan has obtained more Blood of Mannoroth than all other Clans combined. They mix Blood of Mannoroth into strong liquor, and after each heavy drinking session, they perform a dance before the Altar to the Demons, hoping to gain power from it."
"Test Subject 012 works well against ordinary Orcs, but its effectiveness is greatly reduced against the Warsong Clan, who frequently drink Demon Blood, not to mention Grom Hellscream. I suspect he's immune to Test Subject 012's power. I hope my great master, Mal'Ganis, can help me. The great Dreadlord has been guiding me since very early times, and he has never let me down."
Orcs are an extremely intelligent race, wiser than most races in Azeroth, and they know how to use any external force to help themselves.
Having obtained Demon Soul, most people would return it to the Dragonkin, hoping to gain Dragonkin friendship. However, the Humans thought of controlling the Red Dragon Queen to serve them.
When faced with terrifying Sha, most people would think of running away or destroying them, but Orcs think of merging with them. Not to mention the Focusing Iris, which only works in the hands of Orcs.
They have no moral constraints; all they care about is victory and slaughter. Whether it's the power of Demons or the abilities of Old Gods, the Orcs will take it all as long as it benefits them.
Jaina stared blankly at Thrall. She wasn't surprised by Thrall's cooperation with the Demons —after understanding Thrall's character, that was nothing—but rather by Thrall's mention of receiving guidance from Mal'Ganis very early on.
Communicating with Demons is no easy task; it requires specific rituals and offerings. Generally, only Warlocks and mages possess this knowledge.
"Great Savior, how did you learn the secret method of communicating with Demons?"
Jaina asked politely and cautiously, still remembering the severed right hand Thrall had torn off.
"I have little knowledge of the mage's domain and am destined never to become a good Warlock. It's just that when I was young, I lived in a place where I could communicate with Demons at any time."
Thrall grinned, revealing a cunning smile:
"Not all Orcs can gain the Guardian's approval, nor can all Orcs become Saviors. It requires wisdom, courage, the ability to seize opportunities, and a bit of luck. The great Mal'Ganis has been a great help to me; his profound wisdom has enabled me to achieve my current position."
Oh my god!
Jaina nearly cried out in alarm.
According to Jaina, there are only two places in Azeroth where one can communicate with Demons at any time.
In Medivh's Karazhan, and in the demon kingdom of Dalaran, there are always some Dalaran Mages who like to break taboos.
Strangely enough, Jaina had already heard of Thrall's undefeated reputation in the Arena long before Thrall escaped, and she had even witnessed Thrall performances Arena. After all, it was a money-making tool that nobles coveted, so it was impossible not to know about it.
How could he appear in both Karazhan and Dalaran at the same time?
Jaina could hardly imagine how many absurd and unconventional things the history recorded by the Guardian contained, and how many truths it concealed.
The Portal gradually stabilized, revealing the scenery on the other side: a world shrouded in a pale green mist.
Thrall was so excited he could hardly contain himself, as if he were completely drunk, he opened his arms and roared:
"Great Mal'Ganis, your humble servant Thrall begs for your presence. Let this world be Redemption by Fel and fire, let all living beings wail in agony, for I am the great Savior."
The pale green mist parted, Jaina vaguely saw a tall figure with an Evil face resembling a goat, topped with curved Demons horns. Behind him were a pair of broken, bat-like wings, and the air around his mouth and nose was filled with Evil aura. The low wails of the Restless Souls echoed from his devoured offerings.
"You have called my name, you insignificant Orcs, ha ha, your growth delights me." Mal'Ganis roared, a hoof-like foot stepping through the Portal.
"A single drop of Orcs blood can Corruption an entire warehouse of grain. What a powerful weapon! This kingdom must already be teeming with death. All Orcs will be rewarded, becoming the vanguard of the Burning Legion, conquering Azeroth, annihilating all life. This world deserves purification, and you, Thrall, will be the great Savior."
"Whatever you ask for, I will grant it."
Mal'Ganis carefully stepped out of the Portal. He had an extremely strong body, with thick and powerful arms and his legs bent backward. He was smiling, looking at his servant with satisfaction.
Thrall knelt before the Lord of Dreadlords, and the Orcs behind him all prostrated themselves on the ground. Jaina hesitated for a moment, then had no choice but to kneel down as well, submitting to the great Dreadlord.
"Great master, your humble servant begs you."
"Wait." Mal'Ganis sniffed the air, a suspicious look on his face. Not far away, an Undead emerged from underground, but upon seeing the terrifying ritual, it was terrified and immediately burrowed back underground.
"This isn't right."
Mal'Ganis let out a sharp, piercing cry:
"Plagues only kill, they don't turn people into intelligent undead. There must be some other force involved. Damn it, this is the power of the World of the Dead. Why is this happening? What is Ner'zhul doing? Answer me, you insignificant Orcs."
Thrall hesitated for a moment. Lying to the notoriously cunning Dreadlord was no good idea, so he had no choice but to tell the truth:
"Ner'zhul has been Pain Suppression. An Evil human mage has entered the Northrend, imprisoned him in an ice coffin, and stolen his vast spiritual power. This is a desecration of Azeroth, and he will destroy our great cause of Justice."
Mal'Ganis snorted coldly, opened his sharp claws, and said viciously, "A mage? It seems the Guardian has his own ideas; he's not on our side."
"It's not the Guardian Medivh, it's a mage named Kel'Thuzad," Thrall quickly corrected Mal'Ganis's misunderstanding.
"He gathered some Evil humans, created the Cult of the Damned, and added potions to the Plague -infected food. The cauldrons for brewing these potions were located on the Plague Farm. We destroyed them several times, but they would immediately return as soon as we left. Medivh fought them several times and seemed to be Pain Suppression."
"Kel'Thuzad is a disgrace to Dalaran!" Jaina added from the side.
"How dare he hinder our Justice cause! He must not be allowed to live!" Mal'Ganis sneered. "So, you hypocritical Savior Thrall, how do you intend to deal with him?"