"What? The End Time is filled with Orcs souls?"
Murozond licked his lips, his eyes darted around, and he said with concern:
"This is not good news. Does this mean that Azeroth will only have Orcs before the End Time?"
Upon hearing this, Benedictus's face turned very ugly:
"My exploration area is limited, and it certainly seems so for now. If, in the future, all races in Azeroth, except for the Orcs, disappear, that would be truly terrifying."
Murozond comforted them:
"Actually, you don't need to worry about it. The End Time is just a point in the future. Even if it really happens, it's in the distant future. I'm not even sure I'll live that long."
Benedictus took another sip of soup and struggled to his feet:
"No, no, some things must be done. If I don't do them, then those who come after me will have to. Since this price requires sacrifice, why shouldn't I bear it? I absolutely cannot take chances. I have a premonition that perhaps I can find Elune's true purpose at the End Time."
Benedictus recounted Cho'gall's discoveries and deductions.
Although Robbie had long suspected something, he couldn't analyze and summarize it as meticulously as Cho'gall, which made him somewhat ashamed.
Even Elune, probably didn't expect that the one who discovered the secret was an Ogre.
"I need help. I can't do this alone," Benedictus earnestly, looking at Robbie.
Robbie was still thinking, but Vanessa responded immediately:
"Alright, let's see what secrets are hidden within the End Time."
Murozond took three golden Hourglass from his robes, handed them to the three men, and instructed them:
"If anything happens to you, immediately activate the Hourglass. No matter how great the danger, I will use the laws of time to save you from the End Time."
After the defeat in Orgrimmar, Thrall tore open Teleportation Scroll and was transported to a secret base in Ahn'Qiraj Un'Goro Crater.
Once the storm had passed, especially after learning that Nazgrim had been imprisoned and tortured day and night, and that Garrosh was clearly busy eliminating his enemies, Thrall knew he was safe for the time being.
Thrall arrived at the Caverns of Time in Tanaris, facing the numerous Bronze Dragonflight, and roared:
"I am the Savior of Azeroth. I need more Orcs, fifty thousand, no, one hundred thousand, preferably one million, half Warriors and half rations. I will save Azeroth, and I will avenge myself on Garrosh."
Anachronos, Nozdormu's eldest son, gazed silently at Thrall until the shouting Thrall finally stopped, then Anjing said:
"Great Savior Thrall, the Caverns of Time have been thrown into turmoil. The Infinite Dragonflight have opened the End Time, causing all Timelines to become disordered. Only my father, Nozdormu, could fix it, but he has mysteriously disappeared since the wedding at Mount Hyjal."
Thrall knew Nozdormu's whereabouts better than anyone. Judging from Anachronos's expression, he knew everything, but lacked the courage to seek revenge against the Orcs had harmed his father.
"Your father has fallen; he is a damned the Destroyer," Thrall accused first.
Anachronos was terrified and said in a flustered manner, "Great Savior, there must be some misunderstanding. My father would never destroy Azeroth."
Thrall declared majestically, "I am the Savior of Azeroth, my words are the truth. Anyone who dares to question me is a shameless the Destroyer and must be eliminated."
Anachronos, realizing he couldn't reason with the unreasonable Thrall, could only say tactfully, "Great Savior, unless the malfunction of the End Time is resolved, the Caverns of Time will no longer be able to provide for the Orcs."
"Then you go and solve it!" Thrall asked, his eyes wide.
Anachronos said with difficulty, "The End Time is full of dangers. To prevent our curiosity, Father placed a spell on us, forbidding us from entering the End Time."
"Damn Nozdormu."
Thrall cursed, for the Caverns of Time could no longer provide for the Orcs, and Garrosh was suffering the same blow, no longer able to waste Orcs lives as before.
"Does the despicable the Destroyer Garrosh have a plan?"
Anachronos smiled wryly, "My father told me that if anything unusual happens at the End Time, only the most powerful hero of our time can possibly resolve it. Warchief Garrosh exceptionally powerful; he could shatter Azeroth with one hand. He was originally the best candidate."
Thrall interrupted with a cold laugh:
"But he's unwilling to help, right? Let me guess his reason. Garrosh must be saying: 'Why should I bother with such a trivial matter? I can step in if others fail.'"
Anachronos nodded awkwardly.
Thrall asked warily, "Do you intend to send me into the End Time?"
Anachronos said urgently, "Great Savior Thrall, you could destroy the Pantheon with a single finger. The Void Lords are only fit to carry your shoes; you must lead the team."
Thrall roared furiously, "Impossible! I will never serve Garrosh! Wait, you just said you were leading the team!"
Anachronos sincerely stated, "Both the Alliance and the Horde have sent heroes; the Horde has Sylvanas and Baine, and the Alliance has Jaina and Tyrande."
Thrall pondered for a long time, then, facing Anachronos's eager gaze, grinned maliciously:
"I refuse."
Before he could finish speaking, a figure rushed over, grabbed Thrall's legs, and forcefully tore them apart.
Thrall was torn in two, his bloody entrails spilling onto the ground, where he lay screaming in agony.
Anachronos turned the Hourglass on his chest, reversing time within the area. Thrall returned to normal, and the figure charged again, tearing Thrall in two.
The figure was none other than the Moon Goddess Emissary had disappeared for many days. After Thrall regained his senses, he hurriedly pleaded:
"My Emissary, spare my life! I'm willing to go!"
The Emissary rubbed his hands together and said, "Very good, our team is finally complete."
Deep within the Caverns of Time, guarded by the Bronze Dragonflight, the walls collapsed with a deafening roar, revealing a dark opening—the entrance to the End Time.
Just like the entrance to the Infinite Dragonflight, this place is also filled with countless mechanisms and seals.
Thrall, wielding Stormhammer and clad in Orgrimmar armor, surveyed his four teammates beside him.
Baine carried a sharp two-handed axe on his back, kept his head down, and had a serious expression.
Jaina's expression was cold and aloof, she was unsmiling and frighteningly serious, her beautiful eyes completely expressionless.
Tyrande held her head high with pride, her expression arrogant and haughty, looking down on everyone else.
Sylvanas wore a sinister smile as she eyed Thrall with ill intent, as if she were looking at a corpse.
Thrall immediately felt a chill creep up his spine, along with a sense of unfamiliarity.
Something's off about these four teammates.
The entrance to the End Time opened, and before Thrall could even comprehend it, he was sucked into the boundless darkness by an irresistible force.
"Damn it, Bronze Dragonflight, Emissary, you lied to me!"
Thrall finally realized something, but it was too late.
Endless darkness and bitter cold engulfed Thrall's forces.