Thrall, always arrogant and never doubting his own extraordinary abilities, loudly proclaimed:
"I knew it! That Unique Beast, it treacherously stole my Destiny. Only I am qualified to become the Beast Emperor."
Eitrigg lowered his head, took a sip of his drink, and said, "We will do everything in our power to help you reclaim your Destiny. If you become the Beast Emperor, you can end the End Time."
Thrall's eyes darted around, and he asked, clearly annoyed, "Who is your leader?"
Eitrigg shook his head. "Without a leader, we are all fighting our own battles."
Thrall was secretly pleased and chuckled, "Now you have a leader, and that's me. How many Orcs are in the Unique Beast? One hundred thousand? One million?"
Eitrigg hesitated for a moment:
"No one has ever counted the exact number. The Orcs within the Beast Emperor possess two special abilities. The first is disguise; they can use their external split bodies to disguise themselves in any form, deceiving the Devourer. The second is replication and splitting; they can create countless soulless soldiers."
Thrall was startled and looked at Eitrigg suspiciously. "You're not trying to copy me, are you?"
Eitrigg carefully explained, "Your appearance can be changed after being copied. The entire Orgrimmar is a copy of me, so this will not affect your esteemed status."
After considering it for a long time, Thrall finally nodded:
"Let's begin then. I can't wait to reclaim my position Beast Emperor."
After the two had eaten and drunk their fill, Eitrigg invited Thrall to board the Splitter. Just like when they arrived, Thrall's body was enveloped in bubbles.
Upon entering the Splitter, the bubble was immediately surrounded by a viscous liquid. Eitrigg Proficiency piloted the Splitter, offering words of comfort:
"Savior, you will soon have your own Splitter."
Thrall, inquiring about Eitrigg's personal life, asked, "Eitrigg, how did you become one of us?"
Eitrigg, inside the bubble, scratched his head and said:
"Like the Orcs soul on the surface of the Beast Emperor's body, I was destined to face the Doomsday Judgment, but I was frozen into a statue. Fortunately, an Orcs found me and helped me enter the Beast Emperor's body, reshaping my form. My mission is to assist you."
Thrall slightly suppressed his doubts. The Splitter approached a flat, round object, exactly like the one in Orgrimmar, and firmly attached itself to it.
Thrall thought Eitrigg was about to destroy the sturdy outer wall, but instead, slime enveloped Eitrigg and Thrall, transforming them into two monsters with long tentacles.
The circular object recognized the tentacle monster and opened a passage, allowing Eitrigg to lead Thrall into its spacious interior.
This place is like a giant factory. Raw materials are transported through the passageways, and countless tentacle monsters are busy producing them, as well as all sorts of strange creations.
Eitrigg walked straight to the core, which was a round monster surrounded by rings of chains, resembling a mummy wrapped in bandages.
Eitrigg pulled out a dagger and plunged it into the Core's body, untying all of its "bandages" and wrapping them around his own body. The slime changed his appearance, and Eitrigg became the Core.
Standing at the core, Eitrigg began issuing commands, a dazzling display of maneuvers that Thrall found completely incomprehensible.
The tentacle monsters obeyed Eitrigg's orders and opened a huge coffin. Eitrigg respectfully said, "Please lie down, Savior, we will begin the replication."
Is that all?
Thrall had his doubts, but he still lay down in the coffin-like object.
A slime covered Thrall's entire body, enveloping his mouth and nose, but strangely, he could still breathe smoothly. Thrall smelled a sweet fragrance, became drowsy, and drifted off to sleep.
While Thrall slept, the tentacle monsters began producing Orcs identical to Thrall. Eitrigg adjusted the Orcs' appearances, making Thrall fangs shorter and their faces less ferocious—a sign of a lack of charisma among Orcs.
Once there were enough Orcs, the tentacle monsters were all eaten, and the Orcs took over all the work.
When Thrall awoke, he saw countless Orcs who looked just like him, but their expressions were blank and they lacked any charm.
"A total of 100,000 replicas," Eitrigg said. "That's the maximum we can produce at once."
Thrall nodded in satisfaction. "Good, it's time to begin the war. By the way, where is the enemy? And who will we be fighting?"
Eitrigg laughed, "No need. Just let these soldiers go out and fight on their own. Next, we need to produce Splitters."
The Splitters attached to the outer wall began to split. The splitting process required energy, and before long, the flat, round objects were completely consumed, turning into 100,000 Splitters.
One hundred thousand Orcs, riding on one hundred thousand Splitter, dispersed in all directions and quickly disappeared. Thrall, bewildered, asked:
"That's it?"
Eitrigg nodded and invited Thrall to board the Splitter:
"Next, all we need to do is return to Orgrimmar and wait; you will soon become the Beast Emperor."
The two returned to Orgrimmar and continued their drinking and revelry. Eitrigg said:
"My Savior, you are perfectly capable of having your own Splitter, your own Orgrimmar, and I would be more than willing to offer my assistance."
Thrall smiled slyly, "Some people are born noble and don't need to lift a finger."
Eitrigg quickly stood up and bowed respectfully:
"Great Savior, I will always be your faithful servant."
Thrall laughed heartily and nodded in satisfaction. Eitrigg clapped his hands, and servants brought out various delicacies and wines, filling the chieftain's tent with a joyful atmosphere.
Both of them were quite drunk, Thrall asked curiously:
"Everyone says you can't mention the Beast Emperor's name, so why not be more tactful? For example, give me some hints. I was born when the Orcs crossed the Dark Portal. That year was during a war, so not many Orcs were born, and I know even fewer of them."
Eitrigg thought for a moment, "Alright, Legendary has it that the Beast Emperor grew up with you."
Karazhan?
Thrall frowned. Karazhan did indeed have many Orcs. Medivh had trained more than just Thrall; he wasn't the best, but merely the most insidious and cunning among them.
Eitrigg pondered for a moment, then prepared to give his next hint.
Suddenly, with a loud explosion, the entire city of Orgrimmar shook violently, and many buildings collapsed.
Thrall was terrified and rushed out of the chieftain's tent.
"What happened?" Thrall asked.
Eitrigg looked horrified, but didn't seem particularly afraid, and drank a glass of wine to calm his nerves.
Rumble.
The outer wall was forcibly blasted open, and a figure flew in. It was a human man with black hair and beard, wearing a black robe, and with eyes as sharp as an eagle's.
"Medivh?"
Thrall was terrified, never expecting to encounter Medivh here.
Upon seeing Thrall, Medivh's lips curled into a sinister smile. Powerful magic gathered around him, Arcane, Flame, and Frost energies converging and condensing into a sphere, which he then hurled at Thrall.
Eitrigg shouted urgently, "That's not Medivh, that's the Devourer! He can transform into the form you fear most!"
With a deafening roar, Thrall and Eitrigg's bodies exploded, and Thrall's vision went black as his consciousness faded into darkness.