With Orgrimmar destroyed and Garrosh thwarted, Thrall was overjoyed and asked with a beaming smile, "Prince Anduin, how do you intend to deal with this?"
Recalling the agonizing ordeal of the past two days, Prince Anduin was consumed by rage. "I will hand over the culprit Laines Trollbane, to Garrosh for punishment."
Thrall raised his arm and slapped Anduin hard across the face.
Anduin sent flying through the air, crashing heavily onto the deck. His cheek swelled up like a loaf of bread. Thrall stepped forward and stomped on Anduin's head.
"You useless piece of trash! You know I'm an enemy of Garrosh, so why are you begging for his mercy? Do you want to destroy Azeroth?"
Anduin fear and begged for his life.
Thrall kicked Anduin in the stomach, Anduin's vision went black; he almost passed out.
"Remember this: if you try to curry favor with Garrosh, I'll tear you to pieces with my own hands, then send your corpse to Undercity to be turned into an Undead servant, to clean toilets every day."
After uttering a harsh remark, Thrall took Vol'jin and drove off.
"I am clearly a noble human Prince, why must I suffer such torment and humiliation?"
Anduin got up, looked at his staff around him, and said angrily, "Bring Lains to see me."
The soldiers obeyed and went to capture the man, Anduin gradually calmed down.
Thrall and Garrosh dared not offend him, leaving Anduin a dilemma, unsure of what to do, and he could only vent his anger on his advisors.
"You bunch of useless fools! I've treated you all well on ordinary days, so why can't you help me make a decision when it really matters?"
The advisors whispered among themselves for a while, then one of them said, "Prince Highness, we're considering whether to steam or braise it."
"What do you mean?" Anduin didn't understand.
The advisor shook his head and said, "Prince Highness, Orgrimmar has been destroyed. Even if we hand over the culprit, Lains, to Garrosh, he will not let it go. In order to preserve Kingdom of Stormwind and for the peace between the Alliance and the Horde, the only way is to steam or braise you and send you to Garrosh to eat. Perhaps that will be the only chance of survival."
"Do you want to die?" Anduin shouted angrily.
The advisor remained unfazed, muttering, "Prince Highness, you've already been eaten by Orcs for two days, so what's the harm in being eaten by Garrosh?"
"I am the noble Prince Anduin, the future King of Stormwind City!" Anduin roared.
"You're nothing but Orcs food," the advisor stubbornly insisted.
Anduin was furious, his face turning ashen. He wanted to order the guards to behead the advisor and display his head to the public. Someone whispered in Anduin's ear that this person was a distant cousin of the Grand Duke Alpha.
The mysterious Grand Duke Alpha had a close relationship with Medivh, and Anduin dared not offend him. He could only suppress his anger.
The advisor grew even more audacious, continuing, "Prince Highness, the situation is clear. Thrall, Garrosh, you can only appease one side. Garrosh has mobilized an army of 500,000, a massive force. Do you think he'll let it go just because you apologize? Even if the entire House Wrynn were to become Garrosh's food, it wouldn't extinguish the fire of his anger."
Anduin anger. "The Orcs have saved Azeroth time and time again, and you're encouraging me to be an enemy of the Orcs? Thrall and Garrosh are my good friends."
Even so, Anduin's heart was still slightly moved, but he found it difficult to make up his mind.
The guards brought in Laines Trollbane. Lains had anticipated this day and didn't care, grinning as he said:
"Anduin, your life is precious, but mine is nothing but a worthless life, at your disposal."
Anduin slowly raised his head, his fierce expression hardening, his face contorted, truly resembling Demons. It is said that Anduin is the reincarnation of the Burning Legion's demon child, and his appearance certainly fits the description.
"Lains, do you know what I'm thinking? I'm thinking about how to make you suffer endless torment until you die, and then extract your soul."
"Time's up," Lains interrupted Anduin.
"What?"
The hatch was kicked open with a bang, and Garrosh's Adjutant Malkorok, strode in, grinning menacingly, "Prince Anduin, do you know your crime?"
"I know I'm guilty, I know I was wrong." Anduin fear, pointing at Lains: "It was all his doing. He launched a surprise attack on Orgrimmar without authorization, slaughtering the good Orcs and turning them into dried meat. It has nothing to do with me. I'll hand him over to you for disposal, as well as those damned soldiers."
Malkorok looked at Lions with admiration, and then looked at Anduin, his ferocious face full of ridicule:
"Prince Anduin, it seems you remain stubbornly unrepentant. This time it will be two hours."
Several Orcs rushed forward and grabbed the frail Anduin like a chicken. Malkorok shouted, "Anduin, I'll protect this human! If you dare harm him, I'll storm Stormwind City and wipe the Wrynn name out completely. No one will remember your family's history."
Anduin was completely bewildered, utterly confused as to why Malkorok was speaking up for Lains.
Before Anduin could figure it out, excruciating pain shot through his limbs as the Orcs tore at his flesh, Anduin let out a hoarse scream.
At night, Anduin lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. Although the Holy Light had healed his injuries, his newly grown limbs still throbbed with pain, as if they were being torn apart by Orcs.
The moonlight outside the window commanded, Anduin suddenly felt something.
"The moon has its full phases and its half-moon phases. Could it be that Elune, has abandoned Garrosh?"
Anduin knelt on the bed, a bright Holy Light shining in his hand. Having once been Velen's disciple, Anduin learned the Prophecy and had only scratched the surface of it.
In Anduin's mind, Prophecy was useless, but at this moment there was nothing he could do.
Bright light flashed, and the world became a blur in his eyes, as if he were in a dense forest with falling leaves.
Leaves, some emerald green, some withered yellow, floated before Anduin's eyes. The Prophet Velen had said that each leaf represented a future.
Anduin casually grabbed a leaf, and the leaf transformed into a ball of light.
He saw Garrosh, clad in blood-red armor, with Thrall's head embedded in his right shoulder and Sylvanas's head in his left, leading his army into Stormwind City and nailing King Varian and Anduin to the city walls.
Taking a deep breath, Anduin reached for another leaf.
At the gates of Orgrimmar City, Orcs littered the ground. The older Anduin stood with Thrall and Garrosh beneath his feet, while the Alliance army behind him cheered.
Anduin beheaded two Orcs. Suddenly, dark clouds filled the sky, obscuring the sun. The moon appeared abruptly, its milky-white light sweeping across the land like autumn leaves, turning all the Alliance soldiers to dust.
Anduin sweat; this was not the outcome he wanted.
Another leaf appeared, half withered and half emerald green. In the shimmering light, he saw Thrall raise the Doomhammer and smash it down on Garrosh, who was wailing and begging for mercy. Behind him were the leaders of the Alliance and the Horde, including Anduin himself.
"This is the future I want. At least I'm still alive. Garrosh is unpopular and deserted by everyone. Malkorok wants him dead."
Anduin finally understood where he had gone wrong.