To survive, Brann was forced to sign a humiliating Slave Contract.
Thrall nodded in satisfaction, found someone to help Brann heal his wounds, and grinned as he said:
"You would do the same, Brann. There's no possibility of cooperation Alliance and the Horde."
It seems that Thrall's caution led him to do this.
But Brann wasn't stupid; he could tell that Thrall would never let him leave.
The best outcome is to die deep within the Forge of Origination, like an unknown piece of trash.
We must think of a way.
Neferset's messenger found Robbie.
Robbie had assumed that Oasis's messenger would find him first, but unfortunately Oasis's leader, Felix, had listened to the Guardian Ra-den and was actually going to cooperate with Thrall. In the hearts of the Tol'virs, Ra-den was a sacred being, like a creator, Robbie had no confidence in persuading Felix.
Neferset City of Uldum, is very close to the Throne of the Four Winds.
Dark Pharaoh Takahen stood with his hands behind his back, gazing enviously at the Throne of the Four Winds, which loomed faintly in the clouds, its white spires appearing like a dream.
"Did you know, I once had the honor of ascending the Throne of the Four Winds? That was the kingdom of Al'Akir the Wind Rider, the gateway to the realm of wind elements, a city as beautiful as a dream."
Takahen turned around and looked directly into Robbie's eyes:
"Harrison Jones, I've heard of your reputation. You and Brann Bronzebeard are the best archaeologists in Azeroth, but I need solid victories. To be honest, I don't have a high opinion of you."
Robbie smiled confidently, "Elder Takahen, besides me, who can stand against Brann? You have no choice."
Takahen was somewhat surprised. In his understanding, Harrison was a very cautious person. He asked with some unease:
How much do you know about the Halls of Origination?
Robbie replied calmly, "The Forge of Origination is responsible for storing energy to stabilize the World Soul. During the battle against Lei Shen, the Tol'vir released the power stored within, causing Uldum to become a wasteland. But since then, you have been unable to touch the Forge of Origination, not even get close. I don't know if I'm right."
Takahen was secretly surprised; this involved the secrets of the Tol'vir. Takahen said uncertainly:
"It is said that only by obtaining the Scepter of Orsis can the Forge of Origination be opened."
Robbie smiled and shook his head:
"The Forge of Origination isn't used like that. You almost destroyed Azeroth. The Tol'vir were created by the Titans to guard the Forge of Origination, but you betrayed them and it's now under the control of another great being."
Takahen was increasingly surprised. "Could it be Al'Akir the Wind Rider?"
Robbie smiled but remained silent.
For countless years, the Tol'vir have plotted to rekindle the Forge of Origination, to heal the wounded Uldum, and to restore the greenery to this desert.
Unfortunately, the colossi statues in the Hall of Origin suddenly went out of control, and even the guardians of Uldum Torvalr were attacked.
Takahen looked somewhat flustered and muttered:
"I know that part of history. The Tol'vir launched several attacks on the Halls of Origination, and although they paid a heavy price and destroyed a large number of colossi, in the blink of an eye, those colossi were intact again, and all the sacrifices were in vain."
Robbie explained, "This is the true purpose of the Forge of Origination. It's like a reservoir, storing excess energy and releasing it when needed. The colossus statue in the Halls of Origination was repaired by the Forge of Origination."
Takahen thought for a moment, "So, Thrall won't get the Colossus?"
Robbie shook his head. "You forgot about Guardian Ra-den; he has a way of controlling the Colossus."
Takahen felt completely outmatched. As the leader of one of the three Tol'vir tribes, his understanding of the Halls of Origination was so lacking. Takahen took the initiative to lower his stance and asked in a humble tone:
"Harrison Jones, please forgive my skepticism, but if you find a way to counter Thrall, please let us know. Neferset will cooperate fully."
Robbie clapped his hands, Vanessa took out something, Takahen immediately looked surprised.
Felix the Sunraker led three thousand elite Oasis troops to set up camp near the Halls of Origination, not far from Thrall's camp.
Although it appears to be a confrontation between two armies, the leaders of both sides have actually been secretly communicating.
Felix disguised himself slightly and led a few trusted men into the Orcs Camp to meet Thrall.
Thrall laughed heartily, "Felix the Sunraider, the valiant leader of the Orsis People."
Felix smiled and said, "I feel incredibly honored to have the opportunity to see the true face Felix the great Savior, Thrall."
Thrall invited Felix to sit down and calmly said:
"I defeated the Evil Mogu in Pandaria and instantly became friends with the Guardian Ra-den. Ra-den told me that the Tol'vir of Uldum had always been a thorn in his side. Of the three Tol'vir leaders, Ra-den felt that the Dark Pharaoh Takahen was too gloomy, and King Faoris of Ramkahen was cowardly. Only you were the right leader in his eyes."
Felix, secretly pleased, maintained a composed expression. "Thank you for the Guardian Ra-den."
Thrall's expression changed, and he said with concern:
"Although I defeated Lei Shen with one hand, I couldn't kill him. Lei Shen led his remaining forces into hiding, plotting to destroy Azeroth. I received information that he had his sights set on the Forge of Origination. I discussed a plan with Ra-den, but it would require sacrificing some Orsis People to lure Lei Shen out."
"The Orsis People are willing to pay any price to destroy Lei Shen."
Felix handed the golden scepter to Thrall:
"This is the Scepter of Orsis, which holds the power of life and death over all Orsis People, and is also the key to unlocking the Halls of Origination."
Thrall accepted the scepter, his face filled with excitement:
"I will try my best to minimize the casualties of the Orsis People, hide them all, and create the illusion of a massacre. When Lei Shen learns that the Scepter of Orsis is in my hands, he will surely be unable to resist showing himself."
Felix waved his hand and said, "It's alright. There are 100,000 people in Oasis City who can take up arms, and if you include the elderly, women, and children, the number is close to 200,000. I'm prepared to sacrifice half of the population."
Thrall stood up and solemnly said, "For Azeroth."
Felix's expression was also exceptionally serious, and he said in a low voice, "For Azeroth."
Having concluded his negotiations with Thrall, Felix was in high spirits. He had just returned to his camp when he received news that the Dark Pharaoh Takahen had set up camp nearby with five thousand Nefersets.
Among the three races of Tol'vir, the Orsis People the most skilled at creating Colossus Guardians and are the most aggressive, while the Neferset are adept at utilizing the energy of the Sun Obelisk and are skilled at defending their homeland.
The advantage of the Ramkahen is its large population, equivalent to the other two ethnic groups combined.
The Sun Obelisk cannot be moved.
The Colossus Guardians, however, can travel with the army.
Felix did not take the Neferset seriously.
At the hottest time of day, a golden beam of light shone from the Sun Obelisk in the distant territory of Neferset, enveloping Thrall's camp. The blinding light filled the air, Orcs felt the terrifying heat, sweating profusely and feeling utterly weak.
The Neferset seized the opportunity to launch an attack.