Wrathion was truly at his wit's end, and upon hearing that Madam Goya had a solution, he hurriedly asked:
"Please speak quickly, madam."
Madam Goya blinked her big eyes and asked curiously, "Orcs absorbed the power of the Sha energy, are they still considered Orcs?"
After pondering for a while, Wrathion said with certainty, "Being infected by the power of the Sha, and changing from a flesh-and-blood creature into a demonic being, shouldn't be considered Orcs."
Madam Goya whispered, "Some things you'll never know the truth about unless you try. Prince Anduin possesses terrifying Power of the Holy Light; perhaps he can resist the Orcs infected by the Sha."
Wrathion's eyes lit up. Anduin possessed endless Power of the Holy Light; he was a terrifying war machine.
If it weren't for the fact that he was powerless against the Orcs, Anduin would probably be the strongest in both the Alliance and the Horde, and even the two Guardians might not be his match.
"Alright, I'll give Anduin a chance. He's getting off easy." Wrathion decided to give it a try.
Anduin imprisoned in a dark dungeon, constantly guarded by dozens of ferocious Orcs.
Thrall was extremely cruel to his soldiers. Despite the ample supply of flesh and blood from the August Celestials, the soldiers were still often hungry.
The Orcs were tormented by a terrible hunger. Anduin felt the Orcs around him looking at him with increasing hostility, as if they were looking at a delicious dish and would pounce on him and eat him at any moment.
Anduin he would wake up one day to find himself missing body parts.
He didn't know how long he had endured such hardship when the cell door suddenly opened, and a long-awaited ray of sunlight shone in. Anduin squinted, and it took him a while to adjust to the light outside before he saw Wrathion standing in front of him.
"Prince Anduin," Wrathion said expressionlessly.
"Azeroth is facing a life-or-death crisis. Garrosh has led 100,000 Orcs to land in Krasarang Wilds. Shouldn't you contribute your strength?"
Anduin disappointment and said, "Unfortunately, I am powerless. I am nothing but trash in front of Orcs. The Holy Light is terrified of Orcs."
Wrathion stared at Anduin's face. "You don't need to deal with the Orcs, you need to deal with the Sha's minions."
"Sha?" Anduin was taken aback.
Wrathion smiled and said, "The Power of the Holy Light is the natural enemy of the Sha. It's your turn to make your mark, Prince Anduin."
Anduin had had enough of the dark cell and the stinking Orcs; all he wanted was to enjoy the sunshine, take a bath, and have a good night's sleep.
"Okay, I'll do my best," Anduin said.
Wrathion mustered a thousand elite Orcs, and also brought Thrall and Anduin, preparing to teleport to the ruins of Vermilion Bird Temple at the opportune moment.
The Sacred Bell tolls.
Garrosh's bare torso was covered in sweat as he continuously rang the Sacred Bell, exhausting his strength, but his expression grew increasingly excited.
Forcibly infusing the power of the Sha was clearly not the right way. Of the original five thousand Orcs, only about a thousand remained; the rest had all exploded and died, leaving the ground covered in a layer of bloody mud.
These thousand Orcs were bathed in an aura of darkness. Their flesh and blood had been corrupted and were filled with explosive power. One corrupted Orcs could fight against a hundred ordinary Orcs.
No matter how you calculate it, this is a worthwhile deal.
As the demonization reached its most crucial stage, Garrosh rang the bell at an increasingly rapid pace.
The Orcs' hands turned into terrifying scythes, sharp bone spikes grew from the joints of their hands and feet, and tentacles sprouted from their faces.
Darkness enveloped the thousand Orcs, leaving only the final step of demonic transformation, the growth of hard carapaces.
At this critical moment, a flash of light appeared, and a large group of Orcs appeared in front of Garrosh. Wrathion opened his right hand, and two Wind Blades spun and flew towards Garrosh.
A dark figure blocked Garrosh's path, stopping his Wind Blades.
Garrosh laughed heartily:
"Wrathion the Harbinger, you've come after all. Did you think I wouldn't be prepared?"
The Orcs that blocked the Wind Blades was a tall orc, almost as large as Gronn, whose body was covered with thick armor and exuded a rolling dark aura.
An orc that had already been corrupted by demonic Orcs.
It turns out that Garrosh had already used the Sacred Bell to corrupt a few Orcs as a backup plan.
Whoosh!
Several gusts of wind flashed by, and four more demonic Orcs jumped out, surrounding Wrathion in the center.
Wrathion remained unfazed. Suddenly, a bright Holy Light shone behind him. Anduin his move. The powerful Holy Light condensed into four spears, which pierced the chests of the four demonized Orcs.
The demonized Orcs looked at their own chests, and then their bodies collapsed, melting away rapidly like ice and snow meeting flames.
"The Power of the Holy Light, Prince Anduin." Garrosh was taken aback, but remained composed, proclaiming loudly, "Before the great Orcs, even the Holy Light must submit."
As expected, the demonized Orcs feared the Holy Light. Wrathion breathed a sigh of relief, and another spear of Holy Light flew out, killing the demonized Orcs protecting Garrosh.
Next, Thrall led a thousand Orcs to attack Garrosh.
Thrall, Stormhammer in hand, roared, "Garrosh, let's have a one-on-one duel!"
Seeing this, Nazgrim led his generals forward, each with a small number of elite personal guards, and they stopped Thrall's thousand Orcs.
"Your opponent is me, Thrall the Destroyer." Nazgrim swung his Battle Axe, blocking Thrall's Stormhammer.
"Get out of my way, you are not worthy to fight me."
Thrall gathered his Lightning power, intending to defeat Nazgrim in one fell swoop, but Nazgrim was incredibly cunning, nimbly dodging attacks, and Thrall found it difficult to win for a time.
Although the demonized Orcs had not completed the final step, they could join the Battlefield at any time. Garrosh clearly did not want to give up; he needed perfect demonized Orcs and did not stop ringing the Sacred Bell.
Anduin, imbued with powerful Power of the Holy Light, targets a thousand Orcs have not yet fully been corrupted.
Wrathion bypassed Thrall; his opponent was Garrosh.
A bolt of black Lightning struck Garrosh, but was blocked by the constantly spinning drill.
The ground bulged up, and a huge Iron Battle Scorpion emerged, protecting Garrosh.
Garrosh continued to ring the Sacred Bell, sneering, "Anyone who dares to challenge the authority of the True Horde will be torn to shreds by the Kor'kron Iron Scorpions."
Wrathion gasped, never expecting Garrosh to have such a trump card.
Nazgrim focused on fighting Thrall, when he heard a voice in his ear:
"General, go stop Anduin! We'll take care of Thrall."
Nazgrim recognized the voice. The Kor'kron Dark Shaman Harom and Khadriz had never submitted to Thrall, and Nazgrim knew their abilities. He led a small squad of personal guards and retreated, chasing after Anduin.
Earthbreaker Haromm sized up Thrall and sneered disdainfully:
"Thrall, you achieved what you have today thanks to Medivh's help and the support of the Burning Legion, but unfortunately you are not the most powerful Shaman in Azeroth."
"Today is your death day," echoed Tidespeaker Kardris. "I will wear your head as a trophy on my necklace."
Thrall kept a close eye on the battle. He saw Wrathion entangled by the Iron Battle Scorpion, and a thousand elite Orcs blocked by his generals and personal guards. He also saw Prince Anduin, unable to kill the demonized Orcs, fleeing in all directions as Nazgrim pursued him.
The situation was dire, almost certainly doomed to failure, and the cunning Thrall began to consider fleeing.