"That's impossible!"
Gazing at the Orcs army of over three thousand, Thrall fell into a brief state of stunned silence.
Thrall wasn't exactly a master strategist, but he was good at planning before acting. He knew that the Orcs army was pursuing Anduin and couldn't possibly move to the Vale of Eternal Blossoms so quickly.
When a figure in a black robe emerged, Thrall understood: it was Antonidas, the Forsaken High Archmage, the master of mass teleportation.
The Forsaken have finally sided with Garrosh, something Thrall hadn't anticipated.
Antonidas was very polite, bowing to Thrall: "Savior, it's a pleasure to see you again. Dalaran."
Thrall grinned. "What, you want revenge for eating you back then? How many Tauren and Pandaren have we Orcs eaten? If they all came after us, Orgrimmar would probably have more ghosts than Undercity."
Antonidas shook his head and calmly said:
"I am grateful that you destroyed Dalaran. Dalaran's sole purpose was to serve as the Orcs' pawns. Beneath its seemingly glamorous exterior, it was rife with dirty deals. It was the most corrupt place in Azeroth, and even I could not correct its evil ways. If Dalaran destroyed, countless Jainas would have appeared in Azeroth, and the Orcs would have unified the world long ago."
After a pause, Antonidas gave Jaina a deep look:
"My only regret is not feeding Jaina to the Orcs, which caused endless trouble. Now I'm going to correct that mistake myself."
Jaina, the Dreadlord, is stronger than she was in life, but unfortunately, her mind is clouded and her thinking is not sharp enough, which is a major taboo in combat. She is no match for Antonidas.
Thrall did this intentionally to avoid unexpected betrayal, but now it has cost Thrall his life.
Thrall quickly reminded her, "Jaina, quick, open Portal and escape!"
Jaina tilted her head, waved her staff, and cast a spell, quickly creating a green Legion Portal.
Antonidas announced loudly, "Teleportation is prohibited here."
The Portal collapsed, Thrall's vision went black, and he knew in his heart that something was wrong.
Antonidas politely replied, "Savior Thrall, I have no intention of getting involved in the internal conflicts of the Orcs. Let the Orcs handle the conflict between you and Garrosh themselves."
A figure emerged from the Orcs army: Nazgrim, Garrosh's most trusted general.
It turns out that the chaos in Orgrimmar, followed by its massacre and burning, ironically created an opportunity for Nazgrim within the dungeons.
Nazgrim killed the jailer and his fellow inmates, holding out until Garrosh returned, and when no one else was available, he was reinstated by Garrosh.
Thrall forced a grim smile, "Nazgrim, have you forgotten? Garrosh slaughtered your entire family."
Nazgrim stroked his sharp fangs and declared passionately, "A true man who has achieved fame and made great contributions has nothing to fear regarding his family. Sacrificing one's small family for the greater good, abandoning one's wife and children for the prosperity of the entire Clans —this is the fine tradition of the Orcs, and it cannot shake my loyalty to the Warchief."
Thrall's eyes darted around. "Speaking of loyalty, I treated you very well when I was Warchief. I was the one who promoted you step by step to this position."
Nazgrim grinned. "Unfortunately, you are no longer the Warchief. I only pledge allegiance to the strongest, not to an incompetent, washed-up Savior like you."
Thrall was enraged, grabbed the Doomhammer, and challenged Nazgrim.
"You've made a grave mistake, Nazgrim. Come, let us uphold the honor of the Orcs and have a one-on-one duel."
Nazgrim smiled faintly, "Very well, let's follow the glorious tradition of the Orcs."
With a wave of his hand, dozens of Orcs swarmed forward and ganged up on Thrall.
Thrall was quickly overwhelmed and knocked to the ground, where he was firmly bound.
Nazgrim stepped on Thrall's head, gradually increasing the pressure, and grinned maliciously, "I will hand you over to the Warchief. When the Warchief merges with the Heart of Darkness, you will become a perfect sacrifice."
Seeing that things were going badly, Vol'jin behind him threw out a smoke bomb and disappeared. Nazgrim sent people to search everywhere, but they couldn't find the cunning Darkspear Trolls.
At this moment, Jaina's battle with Antonidas was nearing its end.
Despite possessing immense magical power and countless advanced spells in her memory, Jaina's mind was not meticulous enough, leading to numerous mistakes. The experienced Antonidas used various tricks to make Jaina look foolish and hinder her at every turn. Finally, Antonidas seized the opportunity to unleash his Mana Burn, Jaina collapsed in agony in the Flames.
Jaina's Dreadlord body was burned beyond recognition. The Orcs used chains to pierce the holes in Jaina's body and firmly bound her to an iron pillar, then loaded her onto a large cart.
Thrall's situation was even more tragic. Ignoring Thrall's cries and pleas for mercy, Nazgrim slowly crushed his limbs and hung him upside down from a flagpole.
Upon seeing this, Elder Jinxiu of the Jinyu hurriedly put on a fawning smile and surrendered to Nazgrim.
"General, the Flowing Water has witnessed my loyalty to the Warchief; even when Thrall threatened me with his life, I remained steadfast."
Nazgrim grinned. "The Warchief has already occupied the Waterspeaker's Sanctuary at Ink-Gill Pool. Thousands upon thousands of Jinyu are willing to give their lives for the Warchief. You are useless now, trash."
With another wave of his hand, a large group of Orcs swarmed forward, opening their blood-red maws and tearing at the elder's flesh. This feeding session ended quickly, leaving not even bones behind.
The Orcs army, carrying Thrall and Jaina, escorted the Purple Heart out of the Vale of Eternal Blossoms and headed towards the Inkfin Pools of Kun-Lai Summit.
The waters of Inkfin Pool ripple gently, and the Island the center of the lake Waterspeaker Sanctuary, is considered a sacred place for the Jinyu.
Long ago, the Jinyu paid a bloody price to seize this Island from the Yaungol. They painstakingly developed it into a magnificent city, the most beautiful jewel of Kun-Lai Summit, where countless Jinyu travel from all over Pandaria to worship every year.
Now, this sacred land has been defiled. Countless Orcs have filled the streets and alleys, Orcs have torn down the exquisite buildings of the Jinyu to build a tall Altar.
Three thousand carefully selected Jinyu were sacrificed at the Altar; their flesh and blood would contribute to Garrosh's great achievements.
Warchief Garrosh, shirtless with his famous Fang Shoulders on his shoulders and holding Gorehowl in his hand, sat atop the Altar.
Nazgrim ordered the purple heart to be transported to the top of Altar, where two flagpoles were erected at either end, bearing the names of Thrall and Jaina respectively.
The three thousand Jinyu cried out in unison. Garrosh ordered his men to gag them, then stood up and shouted to the crowded Orcs soldiers below:
"Look at this poor green-skinned Orcs, his name is Thrall, a traitor sent by the Alliance, a betrayer of the Orcs. And look at this damned human woman Jaina, the murderer who has slaughtered countless Orcs, a vicious female Demons. Thrall and Jaina colluded to harm the Orcs, their hands stained with Orcs blood. Today, I will make them pay for their crimes in blood."
"Blood for blood! Blood for blood!" the Orcs soldiers roared.
Garrosh said with a ferocious expression, "Before executing them, I need to deal with a traitor first."