Hagara the Stormbinder, an anomaly among the Orcs.
She possesses top-tier magical talent, which is impossible among Orcs.
Hagara was tall, a head taller than the strongest male Orcs. Although he was of medium build and not fat, he had a somewhat simple and honest expression and a gentle nature.
Some scholars have analyzed that Hagara has Ogre blood, Ogres possess excellent magical talent; some Ogres are born with mastery of various spells.
In his early years, Hagara studied Arcane Magic under the Forsaken in Undercity. He mastered various spells with ease and learned them quickly. He showed amazing talent, especially in controlling the wind element, and was once admired by the Elemental Lord of Air Al'Akir.
Unfortunately, Hagara was used to a life of peace and refused the Elemental Lord of Air's invitation, choosing instead to live in seclusion in distant Uldum, devoting himself to magical research and spending his days with the wind elementals.
In the northwest corner of Uldum lives a small number of Orcs, originally a branch of the renowned Burning Blade Clan of Outland, famous for their sword saint lineage, which resounded throughout Draenor.
Unfortunately, the Burning Blade Clan did not achieve enough merit in the war to cross the Dark Portal, and was ostracized by other Clans. The lineage of the Blademaster was cut off, and this branch of the Burning Blade Clan in Uldum had long been reduced to miners.
Uldum has many precious minerals, especially the priceless Sands of Time, which are said to contain the power of time and are coveted by all mages.
The Orcs of the Burning Blade Clan made their living by mining the Sands of Time. Initially exploited by the goblins Goblin Steamwheedle Port, even when they found the incredibly precious Sands of Time, they could only maintain a basic standard of living.
Until the arrival of Hagara the Stormbinder, the Goblin wisely chose to leave.
Hagara became the Guardian of the Burning Blade Clan miners, and with her help, the Orcs miners lived a prosperous life. She was obsessed with magical research and lived in the nearby mountains.
On this day, the Fireblade Orcs went deep into the mine as usual to mine. When the mine owner Orek, saw Hagara staggering towards him, her expression was very unnatural.
"How much Sands of Time do you have in reserve?" Hagara asked bluntly, always direct and disliking beating around the bush.
Orek was slightly startled, reduced the actual number by half, and replied, "There are twelve left."
Hagara was slightly surprised, as this was different from what she had expected, but she didn't dwell on it. "I want them all, I'll pay double."
Orek's eyes darted around, and he didn't immediately agree. He wondered if something big had happened that caused the price of the Sands of Time to skyrocket. If he rashly agreed, he might lose money.
Hagara's expression was stiff, clearly indicating that he was hiding something. After a long while, Hagara seemed unable to hold back any longer and blurted out:
"Disaster is imminent. Al'Akir, the Elemental Lord of Air, told me that Thrall is coming. I need the Sands of Time to fight off the Bronze Dragonflight's pursuit, and I also need other precious gems, for double the price."
Hagara handed over a list containing a large number of precious Magic Gems. Besides mining the Sands of Time, the Fireblade miners did not miss other precious minerals.
Is Thrall coming?
Given Orek's social standing, he didn't know much about the true nature of the Savior, Thrall, but he knew in his heart that Thrall was definitely not a good person.
Orek suspected that Hagara and Thrall had clashed, and this was a good opportunity to make a fortune.
"I need ten times the price."
Hagara turned pale upon hearing this. She was kind-hearted and simple-minded, and would never resort to violence to take something, which was precisely why Orek dared to ask for a high price.
"No, listen to me. I only need the Sands of Time. The other Magic Gems are for building a Portal. You must leave Uldum immediately. I know Thrall better than you do; he will definitely steal your possessions and turn you all into Tough Jerky."
Orek knew Thrall wasn't a good person, but he couldn't be that bad. Hagara must be exaggerating. He insisted, "Ten times the price, and we won't go anywhere."
Hagara's face darkened; he knew his persuasion had failed, and he whispered:
"I don't have that much money. You need to give me time to raise it. Damn it, Anachronos could lock onto me at any moment. It's not safe here."
Hagara stamped his foot and rode away on a Gale.
Orek was overjoyed. After making a fortune this time, he put all the money into his own pocket and moved with his family to live in the incredibly wealthy Orgrimmar. It is said that Warchief Garrosh is benevolent and treats his people with the warmth of family, making him a rare and exceptionally wise ruler.
There was a slight movement in his clothes; it was his youngest daughter, Jimi, who tugged at his Orek and looked up to ask:
"Dad, who is Thrall, the Savior?"
Orek smiled gently, picked up his little daughter, and said with a chuckle:
"Thrall Savior, was great and benevolent. He was one of the few saints among the Orcs, who saved Azeroth countless times. We owe our present-day lives to Thrall's efforts."
A bitter smile appeared on Orek's lips. Lies become habits when told too often, and he even told them to his own family.
Jimi asked curiously, "Did the great Savior Thrall only kill bad people?"
Orek hesitated for a moment, then nodded without correcting him, "Of course."
I hope my daughter will have her own judgment when she grows up.
Hagara returned to the laboratory and magically contacted Al'Akir, the Elemental Lord of Air. Al'Akir roared like Gale:
"Hagara, there's no time to lose. Get to the Throne of the Four Winds immediately. I'm willing to offer you protection. The elemental intelligence is all connected; Stone Lord Morchok has become Thrall's Servant."
"Please give me some time. I cannot abandon the people of the Burning Blade Clan," Hagara pleaded. "You know my origins. I was treated as an outcast by my people and left to die in the wilderness. If it weren't for a swordsman from the Burning Blade Clan who saved me, I wouldn't be where I am today."
Al'Akir said regretfully, "You've already done so much for them, enough to repay the kindness you showed back then. Well, how can I help you?"
"I need money, lots of money," Hagara stated a figure.
"This amount of money is nothing compared to the Booty Bay vault of the Throne of the Four Winds?"
Al'Akir looked at Hagara with expectant eyes:
"What I desire more is your wisdom to assist me in researching wind magic. The Conclave of Wind needs a high-ranking mage, and the money will be sent over soon."
A howling Gale swept through Uldum, bringing Hagara a large bag of gold coins.
Hagara hurriedly carried the gold coins and rode the Gale to the Burning Blade Clan's camp.
Mine owner Orek was secretly surprised. He hadn't expected Hagara to raise enough money so quickly. Orek felt his blood boil and his greed swell.
"I've changed my mind, fifty times the price."
Hagara turned pale upon hearing this and weakly offered his explanation:
"No, listen to me, Thrall is coming soon. We must leave here immediately. Money is no object. Please come with me to the Throne of the Four Winds. The Elemental Lord of Air is willing to protect us."
Orek retorted loudly, "All Elemental Lords are Evil; only Warchief Garrosh is our great leader."
Hagara took a step back, looking somewhat helpless, and said, "Please give me some time, I'll go and raise the money right away, you must believe me."
Orek watched Hagara's retreating figure, dreaming of a happy life in Orgrimmar. He needed a big house, and preferably a concubine.