Vol'jin led fifty Fel Orcs deeper into the dungeon. A chilling aura emanated from them, making Vol'jin uneasy and sending shivers down his spine.
The Ogre Jaina glared at Vol'jin, chuckling coldly. Vol'jin secretly observed the ferocious Ogre, occasionally catching him licking his lips with his thick tongue.
"I'll be eaten. This Ogre is more useful than me. Thrall won't stand up for me."
The dungeon was filled with Mogu statues. Vol'jin felt a chill run down his spine and began to hallucinate. The Mogu statues seemed to come alive, staring at him and making eerie noises.
"You'll be eaten."
Nothing is more precious than human life.
In Vol'jin's view, his own life was the most precious thing, and nothing was worth sacrificing his life for.
What's more, Thrall didn't even make a verbal promise. What grand cause could he possibly use to send Vol'jin to his death? On what grounds? Does he think I'm as stupid as Jaina?
Vol'jin's memories of his time with Thrall resurfaced. In his youthful arrogance, Vol'jin believed that loyalty and Consecration were all it took to win Thrall's favor.
He betrayed the Darkspear Tribe and his own father, but what did he get in return?
They were extremely cautious and careful, always afraid of saying the wrong thing, for the slightest carelessness could lead to their deaths, making them even worse off than lowly slaves.
"I've really had enough of this kind of life."
"Saving Azeroth is all a lie; Thrall only wanted to become the Beast Emperor himself."
Vol'jin knew that Trolls had short lifespans and would likely die of old age before Thrall became the Beast Emperor. If he could live a life of wealth and power, what harm would there be in helping Thrall destroy Azeroth?
Unfortunately, even this small wish cannot be fulfilled; she will die in this cold, dark underground palace, devoured by a ferocious Ogre.
Vol'jin's heart sank, and he became utterly disappointed in Thrall.
"Perhaps it's time for me to think about myself."
Vol'jin's eyes darted around, and suddenly a realization dawned on him, as he rekindled his long-held dream.
"Why can't I become the Warchief? Horde Garrosh Thrall are fighting amongst themselves, the Orcs are weaker than ever before, they're surrounded by enemies, and even the Horde itself is very resentful of the Orcs. Isn't this the best opportunity?"
Thinking of this, Vol'jin feigned discomfort. "Jaina, I need to use the restroom. You lead the team forward, I'll catch up right away."
The Ogre Jaina didn't suspect anything and waved her hand, saying, "Go!"
Vol'jin ran towards a corner of the dungeon. The Ogre Jaina led the group a few steps forward, then suddenly turned around, secretly lamenting her missed opportunity.
Vol'jin's intuition was correct; the Ogre did indeed intend to eat Vol'jin.
To prevent Vol'jin from escaping using smoke bombs, a spell was secretly placed on him to constantly pinpoint Vol'jin location.
Unexpectedly, Vol'jin used a teleportation item and disappeared. When Vol'jin's location was sensed again, he was already thousands of miles away.
"A cunning Troll."
The Ogre Jaina gave a heavy snort. Vol'jin had escaped, and the dungeon expedition had become meaningless. The Ogre led the team back to the surface.
"Vol'jin has escaped. He betrayed you." The Ogre Jaina sneered, with an expression of schadenfreude.
Thrall jumped up in anger, yelling, "Vol'jin, you've disappointed me so much! I trusted you so much, and you can't even handle this simple task!"
After cursing for a long time, Thrall Anjing down, went into the makeshift tent, and came out carrying a black package on his back.
"Cowardly Vol'jin, now I'll show you the courage of this Savior. You fled in terror at a Mogu dungeon. When I see you again, I'll put you on my dinner table and slowly devour you over the next year."
The Ogre Jaina was secretly shocked, sensing a terrifying aura within Thrall's envelope.
Originally, the Ogre Jaina harbored ill intentions; if she could have assassinated Thrall within the dungeon, she could have easily taken his place.
This Ogre once disguised itself as a human and entered Dalaran without being discovered. It was confident that it could perfectly impersonate Thrall.
However, Thrall's package dissuaded the Ogre from making any rash moves before he could ascertain the truth of the matter.
The first level of the dungeon contains only Mogu statues and numerous murals depicting an Epic war.
The Mogu built a bridge to the heavens, breaking the Titans Shield that enveloped Azeroth, and challenged the Elune with the full power of their race.
This war, in which the forces were vastly unequal, ended in defeat for the Mogu. Because of their fear of Elune, the Moon Goddess, even though Lei Shen Ji Wudao been resurrected, the Mogu chose to remain in seclusion and did not concern themselves with the affairs of Azeroth.
Thrall wasn't interested in the content of the murals; he had bigger ambitions and discovered Passageway leading to the next level in a corner of the underground palace.
Several Fel Orcs scouted ahead and returned safely in no time.
We entered the next level of the underground palace without any problems. It was just as spacious as the upper level, but there were no murals. In the very center stood a tall statue.
The statue, covered in dust and over fifty meters tall, resembles the Mogu, but with some differences.
"Who's this big oaf?" Thrall asked casually.
The Ogre Jaina examined the statue before her carefully, and said uncertainly, "I saw some records about him in the Dalaran Library. He should be Norushen, the first Mogu, Ra-den's assistant. The Titans created the Mogu in his image."
Thrall nodded. "No wonder the Mogu wanted to build a statue of him. Jaina, where is the Portal?"
The Ogre Jaina shook her head and said seriously, "This isn't a statue; he's alive."
"What?" Thrall was shocked.
The statue emitted a series of rustling sounds and scattered countless specks of dust, instantly filling the hall and making it almost impossible to see. Thrall coughed violently.
The Ogre Jaina wanted to take advantage of the situation to ambush Thrall, but after glancing at the package on his back, she abandoned the idea and used magic to dispel the dust.
The towering statue opened its eyes and emitted a Thunder voice:
"Halt, outsider! This is not a place for you."
Faced with such a colossal creature, Thrall dared not be presumptuous and whispered, "I am the Savior of Azeroth, burdened with the mission of saving the world. Please let us pass."
Norushen glanced at Thrall, then swept his gaze across the large Fel Orcs, finally settling on the Ogre Jaina's face. Norushen shouted:
"Those deeply corrupted are strictly forbidden from entering the central hall."
"What?! You're saying we're deeply corrupted?" Thrall couldn't stay calm any longer and protested loudly, "I am the Savior of Azeroth, and no one's heart is purer than mine!"
Norushen sneered, "If we let you in like this, you will surely fail. You are all corrupted by the evil disease called 'Pride.' You are arrogant and treacherous, and it will lead you to your destruction."
Thrall's eyes darted around as he pondered a solution. The Ogre Jaina asked:
How can we get through?
Norushen replied, "To defeat corruption, you must first purify the corruption within your own heart. When you are ready to face your inner demons, then speak to me."
Thrall casually grabbed a Fel Orcs and ordered, "Go and undergo purification."
The Fel Orcs, confused and bewildered, approached Norushen.
Norushen cried out, "Light purifies all, but it is by no means gentle. Prepare yourself for purification!"
A beam of light shone down, Fel Orcs knelt painfully on the ground, dark energy emanating from his back.