"Vol'jin, what do you think?" Thrall asked, baring his teeth.
Vol'jin shook his head, then suddenly realized, "So Lei Shen's name is Ji Wudao."
"That's not important." Thrall's eyes widened as he said angrily, "Don't you think this is an opportunity? As long as we have this Black Rune, Ra-den will become my Servant, and the Tol'vir race will become food for the Orcs."
Vol'jin shook his head and muttered, "Where did we get that Black Rune? And I think this is a conspiracy."
Thrall was somewhat disappointed that he couldn't obtain the Black Runes, but he didn't care about the conspiracy.
"Ra-den is an Imp. Even if I fail to assassinate him, what can he do to me? If I succeed, I'll gain a powerful Servant and hundreds of thousands of Tol'virs for food; if I fail, I'll lose nothing. Damn it, how do I get the Black Rune?"
Ra-den's voice echoed from within the Portal: "The great Savior is ready."
Thrall and Vol'jin stepped through the Portal, which led to another world. This was a seemingly boundless space, with a golden, semi-transparent sphere about the size of Orgrimmar floating in the sky, surrounded by countless Golden Runes.
"This is the great creation of the Titans, capable of destroying the Forge of Origination of Azeroth, the origin and end of all things."
Ra-den stood beneath the Forge of Origination, a hint of tension in his eyes, and said regretfully:
"The time isn't right yet. The energy inside the Forge of Origination might not be enough to break through the Titans Shield, but I have to take the risk, or I'll have no chance. Before that, I need to absorb a small amount of the Forge of Origination's power."
Ra-den forcibly absorbed the power of the Void, causing instability in the energy within his body, which had to Pain Suppression by the power of the Forge of Origination.
After cautiously surveying his surroundings, Ra-den removed a pair of Fist Weapons and placed them on the ground, creating a Void Energy shield that protected himself, Thrall, Vol'jin.
The three Void Orb surrounding Ra-den shattered, and the blood of the three Tol'vir races converged, forming a straight Bloodline that stretched towards the surface of the Forge of Origination, connecting Ra-den to the Forge of Origination.
Ra-den's attention was entirely focused on the Forge of Origination. He opened his arms and carefully guided the golden Power Infusion his body. Ra-den's body was gradually enveloped in golden light, and a pair of golden wings slowly took shape on his back.
Thrall and Vol'jin had nothing to do. Vol'jin nudged Thrall's arm and pointed to a corner of the Forge of Origination.
There floated a black Rune, exactly the same as the Rune- Lei Shen Ra-den the Memory Crystal.
Thrall's heart immediately pounded. He quietly beckoned to the Black Rune and used his Shaman power to guide Black Rune.
An unclaimed Rune, unbound by the Forge of Origination, fell smoothly into Thrall's hands under the guidance of Shaman power.
Vol'jin grabbed Thrall's arm, exchanged a glance, and shook his head nervously.
"I know what you're thinking, Vol'jin. You think this is a conspiracy, that someone is using me against Ra-den."
Thrall lowered his voice and chuckled coldly:
"I'm not stupid. Do you think I wouldn't see through this clumsy little trick? But what if it's real? You know why I became the great Savior, while you're just a chieftain of a Darkspear Trolls —because I never give up any opportunity."
Thrall grabbed the Black Rune and threw it at Ra-den, who was standing nearby.
The Black Rune, vying with Ra-den for the power of the Forge of Origination, grew enormous, covered in ominous black tentacles that clung tightly to Ra-den like an octopus.
Ra-den's face showed a look of horror. He had been careful enough and had taken precautions, but he never dreamed that Thrall would sneak up on him.
Ra-den's body surged with dense Lightning power, desperately trying to break free of the Black Runes.
The tentacles of the Black Runes penetrated deep into Ra-den's body, merging with the power of the Void and becoming deeply entrenched. The power of Lightning continued to explode, but it also took away large chunks of Ra-den's body.
Ra-den's body rapidly withered and became incomplete, his skin cracked in countless ways, as he stared at Thrall in terror.
"Thrall, what have you done? No, I shouldn't have died."
Endless lightning surged from Ra-den's body, seemingly about to self-destruct, which terrified Thrall, who turned and ran towards the Portal.
But eventually, everything stopped. Ra-den collapsed to the ground like a deflated balloon, barely managing to lift his right hand and point to the Forge of Origination: "This is..."
In the end, Ra-den didn't say a word. His body was torn to pieces, shattering into dull, metallic-looking objects, and his head rolled to Thrall's feet.
Ra-den, the Ancient Guardian, has fallen.
Thrall and Vol'jin exchanged glances.
Robbie and Vanessa, who were secretly observing, were also stunned.
Vanessa said doubtfully, "In our time, Ra-den should still be alive."
Robbie, unable to fathom the reason, nodded. "Yes, logically speaking, history cannot be changed, Ra-den shouldn't have died, how could he possibly be dead?"
N'Zoth's voice came through. "I suspect all of this has something to do with Thrall. Could Thrall be the one who can change history?"
Thrall kicked Ra -Ra-den in the face and sneered, "This is the Titan Keepers? What a useless piece of trash."
"Savior Lord, what should we do?" Vol'jin asked anxiously.
Thrall's eyes flashed with a sharp glint. "What's there to worry about? Ra-den will be eliminated sooner or later. Hmph, Faoris is my Servant. I will make the Tol'virs bleed rivers until the last man is killed. This land will soon be my territory."
"But how do we deal with Al'Akir the Wind Rider?" Vol'jin asked worriedly.
Thrall's expression was uncertain. He had originally planned to use Power of Ra-den to deal with Al'Akir using the Forge of Origination.
With Ra-den's death, the plan completely failed.
Suddenly, Thrall was struck dumb, everything went black, and he groaned as he knelt on the ground.
A majestic voice echoed in Thrall's mind, "You actually killed Ra-den, you ruined my grand plan."
Near the Forge of Origination, the eyes on N'Zoth's tentacles blinked nervously:
"A strange power has invaded, causing resonance in Titans Ruins throughout Azeroth. I cannot trace the source of this power. Who is spying on Azeroth? The Titans Shield has lost its effectiveness. Could it be a Titans?"
A mysterious being hiding behind Thrall suddenly descended and severely punished Thrall.
Thrall hurriedly explained, "Ra-den sabotaged my plans, so I attacked him."
"Stop making excuses, I know everything that happened to you."
The mysterious being Anjing for a moment, then softened its tone slightly. "Thrall, immediately proceed to Ramkahen and order King Faoris to offer 100,000 Ramkahen people. They were Titan-forged; their flesh and souls can be used to resurrect Ra-den."
"Can Ra-den be resurrected?" Thrall asked, sounding aggrieved.
"Yes, but the resurrected Ra-den is not the same Ra-den. His body is filled with the Corruption of mortals, a cunning and Evil Ra-den. You must be careful; the new Ra-den may betray you at any time."
Thrall hesitated for a moment. "Could we use the Enslavement Scroll on Ra-den while he's resurrected?"
"Can."
Thrall laughed heartily, saying smugly, "I knew it! This was a risk-free experiment."