That's Thrall's voice.
Faoris was terrified, tripped, and nearly fell to the ground. He quickly put on a fawning smile and cautiously turned around.
The Savior Thrall, with a cruel smile, eyed Faoris with ill intent.
Although Faoris still had several thousand soldiers under his command, who could easily defeat Thrall's army, they had long been terrified by the Orcs' atrocities. Their legs were weak and they had no will to fight. They were surrounded by Orcs who outnumbered them.
"Great Savior, I have prepared delicious beef for you." King Faoris was filled with trepidation.
Thrall raised his head and said coldly, "Beef is my favorite delicacy, but I'm tired of it. I'd like to try what the Tol'vir taste like."
"Savior, I'll prepare immediately," Faoris said hastily.
Thrall waved his hand and said, "I've eaten the flesh of Tol'vir soldiers and Priests, but I don't know what the flesh of King tastes like."
Faoris was terrified, his face turning pale, and he prostrated himself on all fours. "Great Savior, spare my life!"
Thrall scoffed, "Countless Orcs have sacrificed their lives to save Azeroth, King Faoris. Are you some kind of Imp? You've disappointed me greatly, Vol'jin."
Vol'jin hurried forward, grinning as he looked King Faoris up and down.
Thrall laughed cruelly, "A King is a rare delicacy. I'll use Voodoo Magic to sustain his life and eat him for thirty days."
Vol'jin chuckled coldly, "King Faoris, it is your honor to be seated at the Savior's table. Guards!"
Several Orcs obeyed the order, scooped the beef out of the cauldron, and threw King Faoris into the cauldron to cook. Vol'jin used Voodoo Magic to protect the King's vital organs from being cooked, thus sustaining his life.
King Faoris screamed in agony, just like the Ramkahen who were slaughtered by the Orcs. Thrall, pleased to hear this, imitated His King and danced before the cauldron.
Thrall carefully and slowly rotated his body, touching the ground with his toes.
Vol'jin took out a sharp knife, cut off a piece of Faoris' flesh, dipped it in delicious sauce, Thrall took it and ate it, shaking his head and continuing to dance.
"Looks like you enjoy dancing too." A voice rang out, and this time it was Thrall's turn to be terrified. He fell to the ground with a thud, nearly plunging into the boiling cauldron.
Thrall looked up and saw a tall figure—it was Ra-den. He forced a smile.
"Guardian, we're good friends."
Ra-den stared at Thrall and questioned:
"I ask you, why has an Undead army appeared in Ramkahen? I have already defeated Ossirian the Unscarred, torn him and thousands of Anubisath to pieces, and wiped out hundreds of thousands of invading Qiraji. Yet Ramkahen has been overrun by the Undead, and the Mantid Seer has been abducted. Thrall, you have truly ruined my plans."
Thrall vehemently protested, "Ra-den, this has nothing to do with me; it must be Arthas's remnants."
Ra-den reached out his right hand and gripped Thrall's slender body tightly. "I've long heard that you have a grudge against the Lich King Arthas. Did you bring the Undead army here?"
Thrall looked completely innocent. "This really has nothing to do with me. How can you believe me?"
The kidnapping of the Mantid Seer ruined Ra-den's grand plan and nearly extinguished his hopes of escaping Azeroth. The more Ra-den thought about it, the angrier he became. He no longer cared about any Savior or the protection of Elune; he only wanted to vent his anger.
"Thrall, since you enjoy dancing, I'll demonstrate the Titans dance for you."
Ra-den fished King Faoris out of the pot and tossed him aside, then plunged Thrall into the boiling water.
Vol'jin was able to keep Faoris alive, Ra-den could do the same. Thrall screamed in agony, even louder Faoris, wailing and begging for mercy, making a complete spectacle of himself.
Humming an unknown tune, Ra-den also danced gracefully beside the cauldron.
Unexpectedly, the Titans's dance was extremely seductive, with flirtatious and alluring movements. If it had been a slender Night Elf woman, it would have been incredibly arousing. Unfortunately, the performer was Ra-den, which only made one want to vomit.
After finishing a dance, Vol'jin foamed at the mouth and collapsed unconscious.
Ra-den grabbed the overcooked Thrall and said coldly:
"What Savior, what designated Beast Emperor? He's nothing but a lowly Orcs."
Ra-den grabbed Thrall and put him in his mouth, chewing on Thrall's flesh and blood before spitting out his skull.
Feeling unsatisfied, Ra-den glanced at King Faoris beside him, as well as the Orcs and Ramkahen around him who were too terrified to utter a sound. Ra-den muttered to himself, "They say Orcs are the ultimate delicacy, and after tasting them, it's certainly true. Well, the Tol'virs are already tired of them, so let's eat these Orcs first."
Ra-den waved his hand, grabbed thousands of Orcs present, put them in his mouth and chewed them, blood dripping from the corners of his mouth.
King Faoris had awakened, and High Priest Ament was helping him heal. Ignoring the excruciating pain, Faoris prostrated himself on the ground, saying, "Thank you, great Guardian Ra-den, for saving my life."
Ra-den said expressionlessly:
"The Tol'vir have no reason to exist. You are also Titan-forged, also Curse of Flesh, but compared to the Mogu, you are a bunch of useless trash. What right do you have to live in this world? I will wipe you all out, just like sweeping away garbage. You are a disgrace to the Titan-forged."
It's over!
King Faoris' vision went black, and he fell into a coma once again.
"Useless trash has no reason to exist," Ra-den said sarcastically.
"Well said!"
A loud voice rang out, carrying supreme authority, like rolling Thunder.
Ra-den's expression immediately changed, and he hurriedly looked up to see a Lightning wrapped in Thunder and bathed in its light slowly descending. A Thunder voice exploded in Ra-den's ears:
"I am Lei Shen, the King Slayer, the God Slayer, Ra-den. It's been a long time."
Lei Shen may not be as large as Ra-den, but he possesses an innate majesty that makes everything seem to bow down before him.
"Ji Wudao, you're still the same as before—arrogant, domineering, and looking down on everyone," Ra-den said seriously, his gaze narrowing slightly.
Lei Shen said coldly, "Ra-den, your power is not what it used to be. It's all over. Come back with me."
Ra-den's eyes widened, and he shouted:
"Why did you save these lowly Tol'vir? Ji Wudao, have you forgotten? Who tricked you into the Forge of Origination and shattered your body? That's right, it was the laughable Tol'vir. You were secretly protecting them, yet because of some inexplicable sense of pride, they wanted to kill you. Haha, from then on, I slaughtered them without restraint for ten thousand years."
Lei Shen stepped forward. "Ra-den, your heart has been Corruption by the Void. I cannot allow you to run rampant."
"You can't do it. This isn't Pandaria."
Ra-den concentrated all his power, gathering the power of Lightning in one hand and the power of the Void in the other.
However, Lei Shen simply stepped forward, easily gripping Ra-den's throat with his right hand, dissipating all his energy.
Ra-den managed to utter, "The power of Unity of Heaven and Humanity... you have already reached that level."