Thrall and Grommash Hellscream spoke very softly, so softly that only the two of them could hear them.
But he couldn't escape the omnipresent sense of the Restless Souls, Arthas repeated it to Robbie word for word.
Robbie gasped. He thought of the Earthen Ring, a Shaman organization mostly composed of Horde members, supposedly neutral and apolitical.
Robbie is familiar with the history of World of Warcraft, clearly remembers that ever since the Earthen Ring organization became known to people, the restlessness of the elements has never stopped. From the two appearances of Ragnaros, the Firelord, to Deathwing's world-ending act, it seems that the more the earth is healed, the more chaotic it becomes.
Is the true the Destroyer of the Thrall Thrall's Earthen Ring, with Deathwing merely a pitiful scapegoat?
Robbie found the history of this world increasingly interesting, and he continued to watch the duel between the two Orcs.
Grommash Hellscream incredibly powerful; this old Orcs, covered in blood, was enveloped in a crimson, Bloodlust aura.
Having broken free from the powerful elemental shackles, Thrall clearly sensed the old Orcs's formidable strength.
"Heh, Thrall, yield to true power."
Grommash Hellscream's voice was deep and hoarse. He was disheveled and looked like a madman. Orcs drank Demon Blood were already prone to madness. Grom Hellscream was even more thoroughly insane, but his fighting skills had not diminished in the slightest. It could be said that they had become an instinct ingrained in his bones.
Gorehowl streaked across the sky, slashing towards Thrall with the force of Thunder.
Thrall quickly parried with his Doomhammer. With a loud bang, Thrall's muscles bulged, and the two appeared to be evenly matched.
However, Grommash Hellscream's fighting style was different from others. He didn't play by the rules at all. Gorehowl kept raising and lowering, one Gorehowl after another, like Gale, as he slashed at Thrall. He roared loudly and fought tirelessly, as if his stamina was inexhaustible.
Thrall frantically parried, feeling increasingly powerless, as if he had lost all feeling in his arms.
The Evil red light in Grommash Hellscream's eyes grew brighter and brighter, and his attacks on Thrall became faster and more frequent, with increasingly tricky angles. Thrall's defenses gradually crumbled until he could no longer hold on. With a deafening roar from Grommash Hellscream, Thrall finally lost his grip on his Doomhammer.
"It's all over. That arrogant brat who dared to try and take my place... Poor Orgrimmar, he was a true warrior, he didn't deserve such torment."
Facing a weaponless and exhausted Thrall, Grommash Hellscream revealed a victorious smile:
"I won't kill you. Your cruelty and ruthlessness are just like my nature, and your insidious wisdom is so delightful. I will cut off your limbs, making you live like a lowly reptile. This is the price you must pay. All I need is your intelligence, your brain. You will thank me, young Orcs."
"You think you've won? Look at this, you foolish old Orcs."
A rather unassuming bottle of potion appeared in Thrall's hand.
"Rage Potion".
Grommash Hellscream's eyes narrowed rapidly.
A wisp of red smoke rose up, Grommash Hellscream, having absorbed the Rage Potion, had eyes that were so red they looked as if they were about to bleed.
Despite drinking Demon Blood for many years, Grommash Hellscream has always resisted the corrupting influence of Demon Blood on his mind with his powerful will. While the Demon Blood strengthens his body, he has always maintained his rationality.
But under the influence of the Rage Potion, he finally lost his mind, his eyes flashing with a terrifying red light. Thrall suddenly multiplied into three before him, and Grommash Hellscream roared as he frantically slashed at the illusion in his eyes.
Actually, these were just low-level Earth Elementals summoned by Thrall to wear down the poor old Orcs's stamina.
One Earth Elemental after another was shattered, and Grommash Hellscream let out a weary roar as his movements slowed.
Thrall turned to face the Warsong Clan.
To avoid being infected by Grommash Hellscream's rage and falling into a collective, irrational killing spree, the members of the Warsong Clan voluntarily retreated a considerable distance.
Thrall roared with jubilation, passion, and pride:
"See, see! Your Chieftain Grommash Hellscream is just a madman. One Rage Potion brought him to defeat. How can such an incompetent leader lead the Warsong Clan to the future?"
"Come, join the ranks of my Savior Thrall! I will lead the Orcs into a new world. Lordaeron is about to be destroyed, and this land will soon become our Orcs territory. Next, we will conquer, we will slaughter, and we will kill every living thing we see. Look at your pitiful and weak appearance, look at your tattered equipment and weapons, think about your tragic experiences in the Wilderness for more than ten years, Grommash Hellscream is nothing but a powerless coward."
Execute hundreds of low-level Earth Elementals, Grommash Hellscream finally succumbed to deep exhaustion, and Gorehowl fell to the ground. The old Orcs sat on the ground, panting heavily, the bloodlust in his eyes gradually fading. As his madness subsided, his power also gradually declined, entering a not-so-short period of weakness.
Thrall grabbed Grommash Hellscream's hair and slammed his face into the ground.
Bang!
Grommash Hellscream's face made intimate contact with the ground, his face covered in blood.
Thrall trampled on Grommash Hellscream's face, ruthlessly crushing it, his jaws splitting open to reveal yellow fangs, and he sneered:
"Old Orcs, weren't you so arrogant? Didn't you want to cut off my limbs? Look at you now, who's crawling on the ground like a lowly dead dog? Grommash Hellscream, your time is over. I will torment your soul and turn you into a docile watchdog, so that all Orcs will know the majesty of Thrall."
"Hehe!"
Grommash Hellscream sneered, still unyielding.
"The battle is not over yet, young Orcs. I am lying on the ground, while you are standing."
What's the meaning?
Thrall suddenly felt a sharp pain in his back; a treacherous arrow had pierced Thrall chest.
Sylvanas?
Thrall immediately turned around and glared angrily at the handsome Elf ranger on the city wall.
A huge figure lunged forward, followed by the ear-piercing sound of Battle Axe cutting through the air.
The timing of the sneak attack was so perfect, the ability to seize the opportunity was simply amazing, and Thrall didn't even have time to react.
After a brief moment of shock, Thrall looked at the huge wound on his chest, his body almost cut in two diagonally, his ruptured internal organs clearly visible.
"Saurfang, the King of Ambush?"
Thrall fell backward, his blood staining the ground red.
"A perfect sneak attack." Saurfang laughed triumphantly as he kicked Thrall's corpse hard.
"Thrall, you will pay for your cruelty. Who turned my head into a chamber pot? Hahaha, no one dares to offend me, Saurfang! No one dares to trample on my dignity! I will finally have a new chamber pot!"
Grommash Hellscream sat up from the ground, but exhaustion and weakness prevented him from standing.
"Saurfang, Sylvanas, you have done very well. When I become Warchief, I will keep my promise, and you will receive everything you desire. This is the dignity that an old Orcs who respects tradition deserves."
Thrall is dead? He was ambushed and killed by Saurfang.
Arthas showed no unusual expression; he was merely surprised by Sylvanas and Saurfang the Great's betrayal, but considering how Thrall had treated them, it wasn't surprising.
Robbie's expression was somewhat incredulous.
History cannot be changed. Thrall should not have ended his life like this; something must have happened.
Just as Robbie had predicted, Thrall's head suddenly turned completely green.
This is the power of Fel.