Although protected by the mysterious bubble, the surrounding chill still relentlessly pierced into Thrall's body.
Thrall was trembling, exhausted and hungry, but his teammates didn't seem to be planning to eat. The bubbles propelled him forward in the darkness, so he didn't have to walk.
This left Thrall with no excuse for being too exhausted to move.
Thrall was unwilling to sit idly by and wait for his death, so he decided to find out what was going on.
Which of the four teammates is the weak point?
Thrall turned his gaze to Baine Bloodhoof. Thrall was quite experienced at deceiving Tauren, and deliberately spoke with feigned sincerity:
"By Earth Mother, I am reminded of the lush green meadows of Mulgore."
Baine's body trembled, and a glint flashed in his bull-like eyes.
Thrall sighed and said deliberately, "Baine, are we heading to Thunder Bluff? I miss the elevators at Thunder Bluff, and those lively little cows."
"Shut up."
Baine had indeed fallen for the trap, and couldn't help but roar, "Thunder Bluff has long been destroyed, all the Tauren have been slaughtered, all because of you, Thrall!"
There's a trick to it.
Thrall was secretly delighted, but feigned surprise and asked, "Baine, how was Thunder Bluff destroyed? And why because of me?"
The group stopped in their tracks. There was a Portal ahead, and Jaina prepared to teleport.
Sylvanas turned around and coldly sized up Thrall:
"You don't need to go to such lengths to get information out of Baine. Some things were meant for you anyway, Thrall. Everyone says you're the son of Durotan, raised by the human Blackmoore."
Thrall snorted coldly and scoffed, "That's just a lie to deceive the ignorant, a way to cover up the truth. I grew up in Karazhan, Medivh's outstanding disciple. Durotan, that piece of trash, couldn't even defeat Gul'dan, how could he possibly have such an excellent son as me?"
Sylvanas nodded, unsurprised.
"In our Timeline, Blackmoore really did raise an Orcs —not you, nor Durotan's son—who became the leader of the Orcs, and did a better job than you."
Thrall retorted, unconvinced, "There can't be any Orcs better than me."
Jaina added, "Nineteen years Dark Portal, that man became the leader of the Orcs, led Orcs into Stormwind City, personally tore King Varian apart, and stewed the young Prince Anduin into a pot of soup. What were you doing then? Being chased around by Arthas?"
Thrall glared at him, stubbornly retorting, "It must be because the Alliance in your Timeline is all useless."
Sylvanas lifted her cloak, revealing her face. "Thrall, look closely at me."
Thrall looked at Sylvanas with a puzzled expression. She had a beautiful face, fair skin, and a head of brilliant golden hair, with a blush like apple blossoms on her cheeks.
This is by no means the rotten Dark Lady that Thrall remembered; she is a real, living High Elf.
Sylvanas said quietly, "In our Timeline, King Terenas did not establish Orcs internment camps. All captured Orcs were slaughtered. Only Grom Hellscream led two thousand Orcs to continue fighting in the wilderness."
Jaina said with lingering fear:
"That man entered the wilderness, devoured Grom Hellscream alive, and conquered the world with those two thousand Orcs as his foundation. Without the Caverns of Time to provide him with Orcs, he established a kingdom after conquering Stormwind City, massacred Stormwind City inhabitants, and later fought on all sides, never suffering a defeat in his life."
"Lies! These are all lies!" Thrall roared, leaping up. "In Azeroth, this is how people describe me: the great Savior Thrall, even the Void Lords aren't worthy to carry his shoes!"
Baine said in a deep voice, "You may not believe it, but this is the truth. My father was his defeated opponent. That man defeated a 50,000- Tauren army with only 50 Orcs."
"Tauren are just trash," Thrall retorted, his eyes darting around as he asked:
"Alright, since you all say that person is powerful, tell me who he is. He's Orcs from the same era as me, and about the same age. Perhaps I know him."
Jaina turned pale with fright. "I can't say. His name is a taboo. Mentioning his name will bring terrible punishment. I can only tell you that he is someone you know."
Thrall frowned in thought. Did he know anyone with such a genius?
Sylvanas bitterly accused Thrall:
"It's all your fault. The Bronze Dragonflight of your world accidentally opened a portal, causing that person to travel through time. That person was originally a victim, but through your world's history, he became familiar with everything. The foolish Bronze Dragonflight, in order to make amends, sent him back to infancy, and he successfully replaced you."
Baine said in a low voice, "Because of that person's existence, our world has reached the End Time. Don't be happy, the End Time is inevitable, and you can't escape it either."
Thrall shrugged and said:
"So it's all the Bronze Dragonflight's fault, it has nothing to do with me. Fine, that guy destroyed Stormwind City and wiped out 50,000 Tauren, which seems insignificant to me, nothing special."
After a long Anjing, Jaina spoke loudly:
"Forty-one years after the Dark Portal opened, with the death of the last Naga, Azeroth entered the Orcs Unification Era. All intelligent races except the Orcs were wiped out, becoming history. The Old Gods, the Elemental Lords, and a small number of Titan Keepers were forced to withdraw from Azeroth."
Thrall said cruelly, "If it weren't for that idiot Garrosh, I could have done it too, perhaps even achieving the unification of the Orcs sooner."
Jaina glanced at Thrall and continued:
"Forty-seven years Dark Portal, that person fused the Elemental Power, becoming the strongest being on Azeroth. He issued the Warchief's Unification Decree, declaring that all property of Azeroth belonged to the Warchief, all female Orcs belonged to the Warchief, and all male Orcs also belonged to the Warchief. All Orcs of Azeroth were forced or voluntarily Consecration their flesh and souls to become part of the Warchief."
Thrall's eyes lit up, his pupils darting around. "Not bad, very bold. If it were me, I don't think I could do it. This guy is a genius."
Jaina, pale-faced, took a deep breath and said:
"Sixty-two years Dark Portal, that person failed to merge with Azeroth. In his rage, he unleashed the Cataclysm, causing the extinction of all life on Azeroth. Plants, animals, all land and sea creatures, even microorganisms—all vanished. Only that person remained alive on Azeroth. The Void Lords called him the Unique Beast of Azeroth, or simply the Unique Beast. This act completely extinguished any hope of Azeroth ever hatching."
Thrall, puzzled, asked, "What are microorganisms?"
Jaina rolled her eyes at Thrall, offered no explanation, and continued:
"Azeroth spent 500 million years developing a rich and diverse array of life, and then entered the despair-inducing Unique Beast Era, which lasted for 28 billion years. It truly achieved absolute unity, and the Bronze Dragon Aspect Nozdormu nearly went mad after witnessing it, calling it the End Time."
"And then?" Thrall asked, listening with great interest.
Sylvanas gritted her teeth and said, "That man called himself the Beast Emperor, established the Giant Beast Heavenly Court, and his ambition swelled along with his physique. In the end, even Azeroth could not tolerate him. He overestimated himself and challenged the Elune. It is said that he reached out his hand to crush Elune."
Baine said in a low voice, "He failed, and he regretted it. The Unique Beast Era has ended, and we have entered the End Time. No living being can escape the judgment of Elune."