The Tol'vir are renowned for their Titan-forged, but they have never developed skills like military strategy or deception; their wars rely entirely on courage. The Dark Elder Takahen's voice boomed, carrying far and wide:
"Humble Ramkahen, your emperor is merely Thrall's mount. Your status is so lowly, like the Tauren and Pandaren, reduced to food for the Orcs. What right do you have to call yourselves the Tol'vir?"
"Shut up?"
King Faoris retorted loudly, "Thrall is the Savior of Azeroth!"
Elder Takahen questioned, "Ramkahen, do you want to be eaten by the Orcs?"
"Being eaten by the Orcs is an honor for the Ramkahen clan!" a voice shouted, coming from the Neferset faction.
Takahen chimed in, "That's right, the lowly Ramkahen is nothing but Orcs food."
The sound carried far and wide, Ramkahen's morale plummeted; his gaze toward King Faoris was unfriendly.
Thrall was furious, and slammed his Doomhammer down on King Faoris's head. "What are we waiting for? Annihilate these Neferset!"
King Faoris, struck hard on the head, cried out with a booming sound, "For Azeroth!"
Ramkahen launched the first Charge, while Takahen merely chuckled and directed the Nefersets to form a defensive formation.
At the very center of the Neferset battle formation, a splendidly dressed Priest began casting a spell, channeling the power of the Sun Obelisk.
Each of the three Tol'vir tribes possesses an obelisk: the Ramkahen's is the Obelisk of the Stars, the Orsis People's is the Obelisk of the Moon, and both can only function at night. Only the Neferset's Sun Obelisk can be used during the day.
The three races of Tol'vir have been fighting each other for a long time and know each other very well. King Faoris knew that he could not let the Priest finish his spell, so he prepared to personally lead his elite troops to charge into the enemy lines and interrupt the Priest's spell. Unexpectedly, he felt a pain on the back of his head and was hit hard by Thrall again.
"Fool, do you want to drag me to my death? I am the great Savior Thrall! Have you ever seen a Savior personally fight on the battlefield?"
King Faoris winced in pain and almost forgot that Thrall was on his back.
Throughout history, all those who have been hailed as great have cherished their lives and tried their best to avoid going to the battlefield.
Of course, in historical records, one can portray oneself as incredibly brave, always leading the Charge in every battle, destined by fate, with arrows, thunder, and stones deliberately avoiding one's way.
King Faoris had no choice but to obediently retreat to the back.
Without the King leading the Charge, and with Ramkahen's morale already low, several consecutive attacks failed to break through Neferset's defenses.
The Priest completed the spell, and the power of the Sun Obelisk traversed half of Uldum, bathing Neferset in a golden light.
"The time for retaliation has come! Annihilate these lowly Ramkahens!"
Elder Takahen of the Dark led the Charge, golden light flowing around him, cloaking Neferset in a golden armor. The weapon in his hand shone brightly, inflicting powerful burning damage.
Ramkahen's battle formation crumbled instantly. King Faoris knew the situation was hopeless and hurriedly ordered his troops to intercept them while leading a retreat. Seeing this, Thrall lost his will to fight and cursed King Faoris as a useless piece of trash.
As the Neferset continued their rampage, Elder Takahen of the Dark felt a chill run down his spine; something within his bloodline was calling to him.
The clear sky suddenly became overcast, and endless Thunder and Lightning converged, creating a towering, pitch-black Portal.
A tall figure stepped through the Portal, his lightning-fast gaze sweeping across the chaotic Battlefield, his aged face exuding an imposing aura.
"Guardian Ra-den." Dark Elder Takahen was stunned.
"Great Guardian Ra-den, save me!" King Faoris pleaded, his face filled with joy.
After countless years, Ra-den finally left Pandaria and entered Uldum in his true form.
"A bunch of useless trash," Ra-den cursed, then feigned embarrassment, "Honorable Savior Thrall, I'm late."
Thrall snorted through his nostrils and pointed at Neferset, saying, "These filthy bastards dare to oppose the great Savior! They're plotting to destroy Azeroth! Ra-den, as the Titan Keepers, are you just going to stand by and do nothing?"
Ra-den sneered, "All who oppose Thrall are my enemies, Ra-den's enemies."
Dark clouds filled the sky, and lightning and the power of the Void coalesced into a gigantic hand, pressing down on the Neferset.
Bang!
The yellow sand coalesced into a giant fist, shattering Ra-den's palm.
The Gale whipped up endless yellow sand, which coalesced into a towering figure.
"Haha, Ra-den, just as I predicted, once I slaughter the Oasis, you won't be able to resist showing yourself."
Ra-den spewed Lightning from his mouth and nose. "Wind Rider Al'Akir, a mere defeated foe."
Al'Akir the Wind Rider looked down at Ra-den:
"If it weren't for the Titans' covetous eyes back then, you, Thorim, and Hodir wouldn't have been a match for me. After I escaped from the Elemental Plane, my strength increased even further, while you are just an unrepaired Titan-forged, retaining only a fraction of your former power."
"Defeating you is enough."
Ra-den took a deep breath, and three enormous energy clones appeared from the dark clouds, completely surrounding Al'Akir's sandstorm avatar.
At the same time, Ra-den spread his arms, grabbing at Ramkahen with one hand and Neferset with the other, each hand holding hundreds of soldiers. His body transformed into a black sphere and flew towards the Halls of Origination like a meteor.
Al'Akir shattered Ra-den's three energy clones, looking down from the sky at the dumbfounded King Faoris:
"Look, your Guardian didn't come for you; his target is the Forge of Origination."
King Faoris laid down his weapons, prostrated himself on the ground, and surrendered to Al'Akir, only to discover that Thrall and Vol'jin were missing.
Ra-den landed smoothly at the entrance of the Halls of Origination, surrounded by three black Void Orb. Thrall and Vol'jin landed steadily on the ground. Ra-den respectfully said:
"Great Savior Thrall, if we obtain the Forge of Origination, Al'Akir will surely perish."
Thrall asked, clearly annoyed, "If you have such means, why didn't you use them sooner? Do you want to destroy Azeroth?"
Ra-den looked completely wronged.
"My Savior, please hear my explanation. After the Forge of Origination killed Lei Shen, all the accumulated energy was depleted. I have been waiting for the Forge of Origination to recharge its energy. Al'Akir is Elemental Lords and cannot be completely destroyed, but I can guarantee that he will not appear for a thousand years."
Thrall, realizing something was amiss, coldly said, "Although Al'Akir is strong, he shouldn't have kept you waiting this long. You must have other plans."
Ra-den hesitated for a long time before answering:
"Actually, my target was the Titans's shield. I only needed to wait a few thousand years for the energy from the Forge of Origination to blast a hole in the Titans Shield, and I could leave Azeroth. Unfortunately, Al'Akir Wind Rider."
Ra-den pointed to a Void Orb in front of him and said, "There are more than five hundred Orsis People inside. They are the last of the Orsis People bloodline. Opening the Forge of Origination requires the bloodlines of all three races. I can't wait any longer. I have no choice but to take the risk."
If a race cannot reach a certain population size, it will soon perish or disappear due to interbreeding with other races.
Thrall smiled slightly and said, "If you succeed, what will happen? Will Uldum disappear?"
Ra-den replied seriously, "While it's not as devastating as the explosion at the Well of Eternity, it wiped out at least half of life in Kalimdor."
Thrall nodded. "Very good, help me destroy Orgrimmar."