Elder Takahen the Darkness brandished his staff, and black orbs of light rained down on the Orcs camp.
The Orcs, blinded by the Sun Obelisk, collapsed to the ground, convulsing, upon contact with the orb of light.
The brave Neferset Warriors seized the opportunity to break through the fence and stormed into the camp.
Under the Sun Obelisk, the Orcs were utterly powerless to resist. The Neferset raised their fist-sized warhammers and slaughtered the Orcs as easily as slicing melons and vegetables. The Orcs fell one after another in pools of blood. The battle went unexpectedly smoothly.
Takahen squinted as he observed the battle. The number of Orcs was much smaller than expected. According to various sources, there should be no more than two thousand Orcs in the camp, and Thrall Savior Vol'jin were missing.
Where did the remaining three thousand Orcs go?
Not a single ship was missing from the port. Takahen recalled Harrison Jones's warning and felt a chill run down his spine.
Not long after the Orcs camp fell, Felix and his Orsis People arrived late, their twenty black stone statues moving with each step, causing the ground to tremble.
It wasn't that the Orsis People were deliberately delaying; rather, the Orcs camp had fallen too quickly.
Elder Takahen of the Darkness gripped his staff tightly, and without even cleaning up the Battlefield, led the Neferset Warriors to meet them.
Upon seeing the mountains of Orcs corpses, Felix's eyes turned bloodshot with rage, and he roared:
"Dark Elder Takahen, what have you done?"
Takahen looked completely innocent. "Felix, I defeated the invaders. There are no more living Orcs here. You can go back now, you cowardly Orsis People."
The three tribes of Tol'vir have always been at odds, and a burst of laughter rose from the Neferset camp; they would not miss an opportunity to belittle their opponent.
Felix was breathing heavily, his eyes wide open.
"The Neferset dare to oppose the Orcs! You are plotting to destroy Azeroth! The great Savior Thrall and I have a pact: all the Destroyers must die!"
The black stone statue moved slowly. Neferset knew how to deal with such a behemoth and sent his troops to stop it.
Takahen chuckled coldly, "Felix, I know your scheme. Thrall led three thousand Orcs to Oasis City."
Felix was slightly taken aback. How could such a secret be known to his opponent? He vehemently denied it.
"Nonsense! The great Savior Thrall came to rescue Uldum, and everything he did was for the sake of the Tol'vir."
Takahen's expression grew increasingly animated, and he sneered, "Felix, you've really cunningly shrewdly given the Scepter of Orsis to Thrall, so the Orcs can easily slaughter the Oasis City and kill your people."
Before Felix could retort, Takahen immediately said, "But what if the Scepter of Orsis is fake?"
"Don't make false accusations! Why would I hand over the Scepter of Orsis to Thrall? You're saying it's fake?"
The thought of the terrible consequences terrified Felix.
Felix was not unprepared; for example, he brought his two favorite sons with him and sent most of the Sunreaver Family and their trusted followers to various locations to guard against attacks.
Even if Thrall breaks his promise and slaughters all the people of Oasis City, the Orsis People will not be wiped out. With the protection of the Guardian Ra-den, they will recover in a few decades.
The current commander of Oasis City is Felix's eldest son, Shimra, who is the most hated by Felix. Simla secretly forms cliques and colludes with powerful figures, and his power is growing day by day. Simla has always been a thorn in Felix's side, so this is the perfect opportunity to get rid of him.
But what if the Scepter of Orsis in Thrall's possession is fake?
Felix turned around hastily and shouted, "The great Savior Thrall is in danger! Return to the aid of Oasis City immediately!"
Oasis City.
Thrall was tearing at a Dalaran Mages with his jaws. The other mages, seeing this, didn't even have time to say goodbye before hurriedly opening Portals and leaving.
"Rhonin is still as cowardly and weak as ever; he's a complete waste."
Thrall tossed the dead Dalaran Mages aside, and several Orcs pounced on him, devouring him completely.
Although Thrall lost his position as Warchief, he remained a great Savior, Rhonin dared not disobey Thrall's orders.
Using the Portal of the Dalaran Mages, Thrall led three thousand Orcs across most of Uldum and appeared near the Oasis City.
Oasis City, a city in an oasis, is home to hundreds of thousands of Orsis People.
On the city wall, the Shimra Sunreaver stared in disbelief at the loosely arranged, green-skinned, fanged monsters that seemed to be strolling around.
Orcs have actually appeared here! What gives them the audacity to attack the fortified Oasis City?
Thrall, the great Savior, is the most legendary hero in the history of Azeroth. Legendary Thrall rose from humble beginnings to possess terrifying power. He was 370 meters tall and could devour 5,000 Tauren in one sitting.
Legendary that Thrall shattered the walls of the Kingdom of Lordaeron with a single punch and crushed King Terenas to death on his throne with a single finger.
Silvermoon City was as fragile as paper in Thrall's eyes.
Thrall a roar of fury, Ranger-General Sylvanas died of a broken heart.
Anasterian Sunstrider, the Silvermoon City King had lived for over four thousand years, was like an ant before Thrall.
The Shimra Sunreaver stared wide-eyed, but when he didn't see the figure over 300 meters tall, he immediately felt relieved.
Rumors are exaggerated and most of them are false.
"Only three thousand Orcs, no need to deploy the Colossus Guardians."
Shimra looked at the dark, heavy clouds in the sky, a prelude to an impending storm, which was undoubtedly great news for the desert.
Five thousand Oasis soldiers have been mustered. Although they are not as numerous as the elite troops Felix led, they should be enough to defeat three thousand Orcs.
The city gates opened, Oasis soldiers rushed out. Shimra, brandishing his watermelon-shaped warhammer, roared, "Who is Thrall?"
Thrall stepped out of the ranks with a sinister grin. "I am the great Savior Thrall, and today is the end of Oasis City."
Shimra looked down at the Orcs in front of him, a smirk playing on his lips, and charged forward on all fours.
Thrall calmly took out the Scepter of Orsis, and an unexpected event occurred: the Scepter of Orsis shattered in Thrall's hand, its fragments scattering all over the ground.
"Wait, Orcs and Tol'vir are good friends."
Thrall quickly gathered the power of nature and sent out Lightning Bolt.
Shimra's expression was serious, and he dared not relax for a moment. The Lightning Bolt struck his chest, and he only felt a slight numbness. The warhammer in his hand drew a graceful arc.
Thrall was sent flying, half his face a bloody mess, and he crashed heavily into the desert.
The Prince defeated the arrogant Savior Thrall in one move. The Oasis soldiers cheered loudly, their morale soaring, and bravely charged towards the Orcs. The three thousand Orcs quickly collapsed and scattered in all directions, but they were no match for the four-legged Orsis People.
Seeing that things were going badly, Vol'jin threw out a cloud of smoke and disappeared from the spot.
Shimra's forelegs landed on Thrall's chest.
That's it?
"Is this Thrall, who conquered Lordaeron, destroyed Silvermoon City, and slaughtered the Thrall of the Dalaran Kingdom?"
"These are the Orcs that give Malfurion and Tyrande so much trouble?"
"Is this Thrall, who defeated King Varian more than once?"
How weak must humans and Night Elves be?
Shimra, brimming with confidence and burning with ambition to conquer Azeroth, raised his warhammer, ready to end Thrall's life.