"Bring it up."
A strong Orcs was led onto the Altar; it was none other than Garrosh's most trusted Adjutant, Malkorok.
Malkorok's gaze was somewhat lost and a little dazed. He quickly lowered his head to Goblin his goblin-like cunning.
The Orcs herald roared, "Malkorok, do you know your crime?"
Malkorok immediately knelt on the ground and cried out, "Warchief, I am innocent!"
The Orcs herald announced to the crowd, "Malkorok, you colluded with the Pandaren, attempting to ambush the Warchief, only to have 500,000 Pandaren killed by the Warchief's single punch. You then lured the Warchief into the Qionghua Palace, hoping to imprison him with the help of the Jinyu. The Warchief Warchief Qionghua Palace to pieces, killing a million treacherous Jinyu. The wise Warchief knew of your schemes long ago and tolerated you repeatedly, but you have repeatedly committed offenses, betraying the Warchief's expectations. Do you still refuse to confess?"
Malkorok hurriedly knelt down a few steps and kowtowed, saying, "Warchief, it wasn't my fault. I was controlled by an Evil Spirit. Please, Warchief, see the truth."
"Absurd! Shameless sophistry!" the messenger retorted loudly.
Garrosh waved his hand and said, "Malkorok, you say you're innocent, but have you ever betrayed me?"
Malkorok hastily swore, "No, no, I have never betrayed the Orcs, never betrayed the Warchief. My loyalty to the Warchief is as clear as day."
Garrosh nodded:
"Very well, the opportunity to test your loyalty has arrived. Are you willing to accept the infusion of Power of Y'Shaarj?"
This was a dangerous experiment. Garrosh was not at ease with the Heart of Darkness and desperately needed a strong test subject.
Malkorok stared at the purple heart on the Altar, his heart consumed by greed. The Orcs present were unaware that he was actually just a young Goblin who had attempted to trade with Pandaria, only to be robbed by a group of Hozen, losing everything and being Hozen by them.
When he awoke from his coma, he found himself transformed into an Orcs, and in his dazed state, he was captured by a group of Orcs.
"I do, I absolutely do." Malkorok without hesitation.
Garrosh ordered the Orcs to bring in one hundred Jinyu and kill them on the Altar. Upon smelling the scent of flesh and blood, the purple heart seemed to come alive, its thick blood vessels spewing out a purple aura. When the Jinyu corpses came into contact with the aura, their bodies gradually melted into liquid and were absorbed into the dark blood vessels.
Malkorok knelt before the purple heart, and Garrosh chanted incantations, guiding a thick blood vessel into Malkorok's chest.
With a muffled groan, Malkorok knelt on the ground, seemingly enduring immense pain, but unfortunately, he couldn't utter a sound.
His body rapidly expanded, his limbs became incredibly thick, and purple poisonous mist spewed from his mouth and nose, causing nearby Orcs to fall unconscious upon smelling the mist.
When it was all over, Malkorok let out a thunderous roar.
"Who are you?" Garrosh asked.
Malkorok knelt on the ground and said devoutly, "Warchief, I am your loyal Adjutant Malkorok."
Having confirmed that the "Heart of Darkness" was safe, Garrosh smiled with satisfaction. Three thousand Jinyu were escorted to the Altar and Execute before the purple heart. Garrosh sipped his tea, observing the purple heart's aura growing stronger.
Everything was ready, and the purple heart beat faster and faster, like a rapid drumbeat.
Garrosh approached the "Heart of Darkness," chanting a mysterious incantation. Guided by this, the purple heart slowly moved towards Garrosh.
A thick purple mist covered the purple heart and Garrosh. When the mist dissipated, a colossal figure stood atop the Altar, reminiscent of Dragon Slayer Gruul of the Blade's Edge Mountains. Its body was covered in a thick layer of dark energy, giving it an eerie bluish-purple hue, and its enormous eyeballs kept turning.
Garrosh paused for a moment, then roared in anger:
"I feel power, unparalleled power. I am the strongest in Azeroth. The world will submit to me, and everyone will die."
Amidst the Orcs' loud cheers, Thrall closed his eyes in despair.
It's over, everything's over, it's too late.
Garrosh turned his head, looked at Thrall hanging on the flagpole, and said smugly:
"Thrall, what are your thoughts?"
You win!
Although extremely unwilling, Thrall had to admit that victory ultimately belonged to Garrosh.
Garrosh moved his feet, and the entire Altar trembled.
"Thrall and Jaina, sinners of the Orcs, traitors of the Horde, have finally been brought to justice. Let their blood stain the banners of conquest of Azeroth."
An ominous wind blew, and time briefly stopped. When everything returned to calm, Thrall and Jaina had vanished.
Garrosh sniffed the lingering scent in the air. "The power of time, damned Bronze Dragonflight."
When Thrall woke up, all his injuries had healed. He saw a Gnome standing in front of him, blinking his cute big eyes.
"You are, Bronze Dragonflight?" Thrall sensed the extraordinary power of time within the Gnome's small body.
"I'm Chromie, Thrall. You look desperate." Chromie tilted her head and looked at him.
Thrall lay exhausted on the grass, a look of utter despair on his face. "Garrosh has merged with the Heart of Y'Shaarj and is now the strongest being in Azeroth. He stole the Destiny that was rightfully mine. I am a hopeless loser. Fine, send me to a safe place, away from this place of trouble."
"Are you really going to give up?" Chromie asked, blinking her big eyes.
Thrall shrugged and said, "It's too late. Garrosh can use the Heart of Y'Shaarj to create countless Warriors like Malkorok. In less than three months, Azeroth will be left with only Orcs."
Chromie chuckled and said, "You really think that's the Heart of Y'Shaarj?"
Upon hearing this, Thrall was startled, a possibility occurred to him, and he exclaimed, "Impossible!"
Chromie stared at Thrall: "Even the most powerful beings make mistakes, whether intentionally or unintentionally. You and Garrosh were both fooled. That wasn't Y'Shaarj's Heart of Darkness, just the heart of a powerful Void Creature."
Hope rekindled in Thrall's eyes, and he asked as if reborn, "Are you sure?"
"Of course!" Chromie patted his chest and assured him:
"His ability to rescue you and Jaina from Garrosh is proof enough. Garrosh now possesses roughly the strength of a fully grown Dragon."
"Haha, Garrosh put in so much effort, and only gained this little bit of power."
Thrall glanced at Jaina, the Dreadlord: "She's not even as strong as Jaina."
Chromie waved her hand, Dreadlord Jaina vanished.
"Jaina will become part of my collection, Thrall. You know what to do?"
Thrall's eyes shone brightly, and he said with full confidence:
"Even I almost fell for it. Among the leaders of the Alliance and the Horde, only Sylvanas could see through Garrosh's true strength. This is a good opportunity for me to overthrow Garrosh's rule and regain Horde position as Warchief."