Strictly speaking, Thrall was dead, but the Evil Soul preserved his soul, allowing Thrall to be resurrected on the ancient Altar.
Thrall awoke and stretched, feeling an explosive power within him. His body had become even stronger after the Burning Legion's technological modifications.
Even Grommash Hellscream, who had drunk the Demon Blood, might not be his match.
But Thrall was very unhappy; he was not happy.
He could do nothing to the Betrayer Saurfang, nor could he kill Sylvanas had shot him in the back with an arrow.
The Evil Soul paid too much for this body, far exceeding Thrall's own contribution.
He could not go against the Evil Soul's will; he was very rational and knew perfectly well who the master was.
An unhappy Thrall began slaughtering the Warsong Clan.
Half of the Warsong Clan members were nailed alive to wooden stakes for various inexplicable reasons, slowly dying amidst wails and pain. These stakes stood neatly on both sides of the road leading from Blackmist Fortress to Lordaeron.
Dark, swarming vultures circled in the air, like a gloomy cloud hanging over the Orcs' hearts, each time they landed they pecked off a large, bloody bite of flesh.
Thrall, of course, would not forgive the "culprit," Grom Hellscream, chieftain of the Warsong Clan.
He entered the basement with Grommash Hellscream in his arms, Thrall gave him some special "hospitality."
A few days later, after enduring brutal torture, Grommash Hellscream's will collapsed.
When he reappeared before the Warsong Clan, a dog leash was around his neck, and the legendary Orcs hero lay prostrate on the ground, the fearsome Grommash Hellscream willingly licking Thrall's toes.
Thrall's terrifying shadow loomed over the entire orc race, and no one dared to challenge his authority anymore.
The Orcs, who prided themselves on being brave and fearless, and who believed Orcs were unafraid of bloodshed and sacrifice, turned into a flock of docile sheep in the face of the far more terrifying Thrall, completely dominated by Thrall fear.
Thrall finally unified the Orcs. The Orcs were no longer divided into Clans, and the ancient traditions were completely abolished. They wholeheartedly supported their sole leader, the great Savior Thrall.
Power was concentrated in the hands of Thrall, and the chieftain's authority was stronger than ever before.
Thrall accomplished what King Terenas could not.
The number of Orcs who died in both wars combined was far less than the number Thrall killed.
"Now, the war has begun, Lordaeron is ours, it is time for King Terenas to pay the price for his ambition."
Thrall's eyes flashed with a cruel light as he gazed at Lordaeron in the distance, that magnificent and towering city.
King Terenas stood on the balcony, his dim eyes gazing down at Lordaeron, which lay silent as a tomb.
Who could imagine that just over a decade ago, this was a bustling and incredibly prosperous metropolis?
The most powerful nation and the most prosperous capital city in human history met its end under King Terenas.
Like a terminally ill, lifeless old man in his twilight years.
King Terenas, his hands trembling, gripped the balcony; before him sat nine pots of black tulips.
"It's probably really over."
King Terenas sighed, holding a letter from Dalaran in his hand.
When news of Thrall's unification of the orcs spread throughout the eastern kingdoms, the mages of Dalaran quickly convened a meeting, swiftly passed a pre-prepared resolution, and "kindly" delivered it to the King of Lordaeron.
"Orcs are an upright and kind race, compassionate, loving, noble, and pure, embodying the finest qualities in the world. Orcs campaign against the Evil King Terenas is a noble and Justice act. However, in maintaining the Orcs internment camps, King Terenas committed an unforgivable crime: he failed to feed the Orcs. This is the cruelest form of abuse inflicted upon an intelligent race. Dalaran is committed to maintaining peace among the races of Azeroth and fully supports the Orcs' Justice revenge against Lordaeron."
"Why don't you jump, King Terenas? What are you hesitating for?"
"You are not afraid of death, but you fear the afterlife, aren't you? You have already foreseen your tragic end. When your soul leaves your body, countless wronged spirits will tear it apart, and your soul will never find peace."
The court lady Nadori groped her way to the balcony. She was blind, and drops of black blood trickled down her delicate face.
"My father and brothers died at the hands of the Orcs. They died fighting for Lordaeron, and their sacrifice was meaningful. My mother and sister live in Brill. Although life is hard, they always live happily."
"It was you who brought gloom and terror to Lordaeron. It was you who tore apart the flesh and blood of your people to feed these beasts, the Orcs. Now, Lordaeron is doomed. The only thing I can do is to avoid becoming food for the Orcs."
Nadori laughed bitterly; she had already taken the poison, but it wasn't enough.
Reaching the edge of the balcony, Nadori jumped off without hesitation.
A vibrant rose has withered.
Two palace guards, their legs weak, slowly made their way to the balcony.
Because of hunger, they suffered from extensive edema, leaving their bodies weak and limp. Even climbing over a not-so-high balcony was an extremely difficult task for them.
"Your King, could you please help us out of our long-standing friendship?" the guards said.
King Terenas closed his eyes weakly.
He saw countless Restless Souls crowding around him, waiting, hoping, and whispering his name.
King Terenas, your soul will never find peace!
An airship from Kalimdor sailed towards Lordaeron.
"Three years, three years! I've finally arrived in Lordaeron. My efforts haven't been in vain."
Experiment 335, holding onto the edge of the airship, looked down at the beautiful scenery below, feeling exceptionally refreshed.
His current identity is that of a Tauren named Kenan Lieti, the High Priest of Thunder Bluff.
Before being sent into this time period by the Bronze Dragonflight, Experiment 335 learned a lot from the previous Love and Family mission, such as studying the history of Lordaeron and preparing many useful gadgets.
An indispensable Orb of Deception.
The Gnome engineering glasses, with the function of a telescope, can be used for surveillance and eavesdropping, although the signal receiving distance is only twenty meters.
The specially designed bracelet can fire anesthetic needles; the powerful drug can paralyze a Mammoth.
The Engineering Rocket Boots, imbued with Lightning attributes, can easily stun a powerful Tauren.
Experiment 335's entry into this time period did not go smoothly. For some unknown reason, he was transported to the Echo Isles of Kalimdor instead of the expected Lordaeron lands.
Experiment 335 was originally a Dwarf thief who was captured and eaten by the Trolls of the Darkspear Horde shortly after landing. Fortunately, he hid a package containing items before being captured.
Afterwards, Experiment 335 possessed a Murloc, took his own items, and traveled a long way to Mulgore. After experiencing several life-or-death situations, he finally possessed a dying Tauren.
On the Mulgore, Experiment 335 was utterly stunned.
This place is home to 350,000 Tauren. Contrary to popular belief, Tauren are not peaceful; they are cruel and warlike, with constant warfare between their tribes.
Occasionally, they will unite to fight against the Tauren's mortal enemies, the much larger Centaurs.
The great Chieftain Cairne Bloodhoof was no honest man either.
He had three wives and four concubines, among whom was a Centaur and an Ogre of unknown gender, and they had a large number of children.
Experiment 335, posing as Kenan Lieti, embarked on a difficult yet remarkable career path.