The green light above Thrall's head grew stronger and stronger, coalescing into a ball of Fel before finally detaching from Thrall's body.
A deep voice emanated from within the Fel Sphere:
"Varok, I taught you long ago that after a successful sneak attack, you must add: 'This was not a glorious attack,' or 'This was a dishonorable attack, I apologize.' That way, foolish people will forget your despicable sneak attack and regard you as a great hero. You will then become a symbol of Orcs glory."
Who exactly are you?
Saurfang the Great stared at the orb of light. Someone had said such things about him: a notorious old Orcs, a notorious liar, a symbol of Orcs shame; a cowardly Imp dared not participate in the war, now living in seclusion in Outland; Broxigar Saurfang, Varok Saurfang's half-brother.
Broxigar told countless lies throughout his life, one of the biggest being that he had defeated the fallen titan Sargeras. Strangely, the more exaggerated the lie, the more people actually believed it.
"Hehe!"
The sphere of light gradually unfolded, and in the center of the green Fel, it enveloped an ugly soul radiating red light. For some unknown reason, it had become abnormally twisted, wrapped with black, snake-like, winding lines. It seemed that without these lines surrounding it, the soul would shatter. It could be vaguely discerned that this was the soul of an Orcs.
"I have served the Burning Legion for ten thousand years, and finally obtained this suitable Vessel. I slumber within Vessel, waiting only for the opportune moment to merge with it and gain new life. Why did you destroy my Vessel? Why did you awaken me? This is an unforgivable crime."
"An Evil soul stripped of its physical body dares to act arrogantly before the mighty Grommash Hellscream."
Grommash Hellscream regained some of his strength and raised Gorehowl to slash at the Evil Soul. Gorehowl was an ominous weapon, stained with too much innocent blood, and possessed powerful Sha's power, capable of breaking through most evil spirits.
"It's a miracle that the Orcs absorbed an excessive amount of Demon Blood haven't gone mad. I've known the Legion's power for ten thousand years longer than you have."
The Evil Soul stretched out its arm, and the black light that wrapped around the soul extended toward Grommash Hellscream, causing the chieftain of the Warsong Clan to instantly lose control of his body.
"What kind of power is this?" Grommash Hellscream roared.
"Fel energy is neither the most powerful nor the easiest to control. Sargeras chose Fel because it's the easiest energy to control his subordinates. The cunning Eredar, the despicable Dreadlords, the insidious Pit Lords —once they accept Fel, they can never betray you. Within the Legion, higher-ranking Demons have absolute control over lower-ranking Demons, let alone you, a lowly old Orcs. Your power is temporarily mine."
A surge of Evil energy was drawn from Grommash Hellscream's body, instantly aging the once-powerful Orcs. Large patches of his skin, tainted by the Fel, were exposed, and his body seemed to shrink in an instant, no longer as robust as before.
All that remained was Grommash Hellscream's rage and pride, but unfortunately, it seemed to be of little use. Having his Fel drained, Grommash Hellscream was so weak that he couldn't even lift Gorehowl.
Saurfang dared not move rashly. He knew that his powerful body was a result of the Burning Legion's modifications, one of Gul'dan's experiments, which brought him endless glory and a high status. He did not want to lose everything.
If the Evil Soul could draw power from Grommash Hellscream, it could probably draw power from Saurfang as well. Fortunately, the Evil Soul didn't look at him, but instead looked towards the top of the walls of Blackmist Fortress, Sylvanas Windrunner and her Elf rangers stood.
"Beautiful lady, I can forgive this betrayal, as long as you grovel at my feet once more."
"Dream."
The High Elves have a long history and a certain understanding of evil things. They know how to kill some ghostly beings. Sylvanas drew a special arrow and shot it at the Evil Soul.
The Evil Soul neither dodged nor avoided the arrow, letting it pierce through it unharmed.
Sylvanas stared wide-eyed in astonishment.
"I have witnessed too many worlds perish, too many lives lost, rivers of blood flowing across the land, mountains and lakes stained crimson. I have walked through knee-deep blood, and seen kingdoms built of skulls. My soul has been twisted countless times, torn apart, and then pieced back together. Elf Ranger, your power is powerless against me. Now, it is my turn to punish your betrayal."
The Evil Soul waved its hands, conjuring a dozen or so Fel arrows that flew towards Sylvanas and her Elf rangers.
"No!"
Sylvanas let out a bloodcurdling scream. All her Elf rangers had perished. Her beautiful body had been Corruption by Fel, large patches of her delicate skin had become hideous, and even a piece of Fel had stained her beautiful face.
"Now, submit to me, you no longer beautiful Elf ranger."
Sylvanas knelt helplessly on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably.
"Varok, come here," the Evil Soul beckoned to Saurfang the Great.
Saurfang hesitated, but ultimately went over. If this Evil Soul really was his good-for-nothing brother, he probably wouldn't do anything to him!
"Varok!" the Evil Soul transmitted its voice to Saurfang the Great using a special soul technique.
"My time awake is limited. Remember, you must watch over this body for me. I brought glory to this body, the Arena championship, and perhaps even the future chieftainship. But unfortunately, some accidents happened. The original soul within the body went mad, and then some other things occurred."
The Evil Soul paused, then, instead of continuing, earnestly confessed:
"In short, you must keep an eye on this guy named Thrall for me. Don't let him do anything to harm me. There are some powers in this world, especially the mysterious World of the Dead, that can counter your and my power. The day you were defeated by the human Prince Arthas, his warhammer only grazed your body. He may have used the power of the World of the Dead, which is the bane of Fel and the mortal enemy of the Burning Legion. You must always be careful."
"Varok, do you remember the ring the Guardian gave you? It's the item to awaken me. Just take the ring out from behind Thrall and gently call my name, and I will awaken and take over his body."
As he spoke, the Evil Soul revealed a lecherous look in his eyes. Saurfang recognized that look immediately and was certain it was his big-time liar brother.
"If Thrall ever becomes engaged to a beautiful and sexy Orcs woman, you must remember to wake me. You know what kind of woman I like. As a reward, I promise that the position of chieftain of the Orcs will ultimately belong to the Saurfang Family."
"I will heed your teachings, my dear brother," said Saurfang the Great.
"It is time to place this body on the Altar of the Burning Legion. Through the Legion's power, Thrall will be resurrected and will become even stronger. My dear brother, I look forward to the day we are reunited."
The secret method of transmitting sound can fool Orcs, but it cannot fool the senses of the Restless Souls.
Arthas lowered his head, remaining silent, as he reconsidered his mortal enemy.
Success was not accidental; it turned out that a ten-thousand-year-old Orcs was sleeping inside Thrall's body.
Robbie suddenly understood why the Orcs in front of the Dark Portal were shouting such strange slogans:
May Thrall's head always be green.