What happened?
"Slave?"
Those who boarded the deck were outraged. Taran Zhu and Chen Stormstout were especially indignant. They were fighting for Azeroth and to rescue the great Tirion Fordring; no one wanted to be a slave.
Andre took the bag of gold coins, counted them carefully, and then left with a cold laugh.
Lightforging Orcs officer led his men aboard the ship, their Battle Axes gleaming.
"A bunch of useless trash. From now on, you are the slaves of the Orcs. It is your honor to serve Orcs."
"But?"
"That's not how it works."
Some people present were indeed willing to serve the Orcs, and would even feel honored to be eaten by Orcs.
But many others were just looking to take advantage of the chaos, fight for King Varian, and secure a better future.
Many people reacted strongly, Lightforging Orcs officer smiled coldly, beheaded several people, and successfully calmed the situation.
Lucas was the first to stand up and shout:
"Everyone, stop arguing! For Azeroth, I'm willing to become a slave to the Orcs."
The group quickly realized that since they had become slaves, resistance would only result in death; their only chance of survival was to appease the Orcs.
Before Lucas could finish speaking, an adventurer stepped forward and said respectfully:
"My lord, I know how to deal with these slaves. Why don't I help you teach them a lesson?"
The Orcs officer laughed, "That's right, we're just in need of a supervisor. You'll be in charge of them from now on."
Having said that, he handed a leather whip to the adventurer.
Taran Zhu and Chen Stormstout exchanged a glance. They were both exhausted and unsure of their surroundings, so they decided to endure for now and wait for an opportunity to escape.
So, more than two hundred people were taken to the dock and began their arduous labor.
In the Ruins of Orgrimmar, the floodwaters of that day still linger, forming a murky black lake that constantly emits a foul stench.
From some unknown time, Orgrimmar became shrouded in dark clouds, obscuring the sun and attracting countless ghosts. The Windfury created a sinister and ghostly realm.
Velen cautiously followed behind the three, and upon seeing this apocalyptic scene, he staggered and turned pale.
Jaina sneered, "Holy Light is the bane of all Undead creatures, let alone these low-level, unclaimed ghosts. Velen, what are you afraid of?"
With a nervous expression, Velen forced a smile. Jaina was right; as long as he enveloped himself in Holy Light, the wraiths would be unable to approach.
Velen, accustomed to a life of luxury, rarely participated in adventures and found it difficult to overcome his fears.
Although it was pitch black, the four of them made their way to the black lake under the Holy Light, where they could vaguely see the crumbling walls of Orgrimmar.
Sylvanas deliberately asked, "Garrosh, what are your thoughts on seeing this?"
Garrosh retorted indignantly, "Thrall is nothing but a piece of trash. If it were me, I would have conquered Azeroth long ago. Sylvanas, this is all your scheme, isn't it?"
Sylvanas chuckled. "That's right. I taught Thrall to forge the Flesh-Eternal. Without Medivh son, I was able to take over the Warchief from the Orcs."
Jaina said Anjing, "The Medivh mother and son held the Orcs in high esteem, never expecting to be betrayed. This can be considered their retribution."
After saying that, Jaina chuckled self-deprecatingly, "I was betrayed by Kalecgos and then eaten by Thrall. It's karma, I guess. Thrall is dead, Kalecgos is still alive and well. Hmph, when I have some free time, I'll definitely visit the Nexus."
Sylvanas shrugged and chuckled, "I hope you won't be fooled by that useless dragon's sweet talk."
The four of them separated slightly, and then cast the spell together.
Intense Power of the Holy Light converged, forming a bright radiance. The ghosts in the black lake scattered in terror, and the lake water churned, constantly bubbling, as if something was about to emerge.
Sylvanas, knowledgeable about the Undead, explained, "Ever since Medivh opened the Dark Portal, Azeroth has been plagued by constant warfare. These wraiths are innocent civilians who perished tragically, their resentment lingering in this world. After Medivh and his mother became Flesh-Eternal, these vengeful spirits came seeking them out, tormenting them on a spiritual level. We banished the wraiths, granting them temporary relief."
Countless whirlpools appeared on the lake's surface, and black tentacles emerged like a dense forest, with eyes on the tentacles looking down at the four people.
"This is the aura of Holy Light, how nostalgic it is!" The voice sounded somewhat aged; it must be the Guardian, Aegwynn.
Jaina bowed and said, "Teacher, it's been a long time."
"Jaina, it was the Power of the Holy Light that gave you rebirth. Is the Holy Light's Judgment about to arrive?"
Aegwynn cried out in alarm as she sank into the dark lake, where she was tormented daily by ghosts and oblivious to the passage of time.
Jaina shook her head. "This is the Age of Holy Light; the Holy Light's Judgment is still a long way off."
Aegwynn murmured, "So that's how it is. Strange, the Burning Legion. What caused the plan to change? Oh well, whether it's the Burning Legion or the Army of the Light, they both harbor evil intentions. They're pretty much the same. Jaina, did you come to save me?"
Jaina smiled faintly and said, "Teacher, knowing that you are harassed by the wraiths every day, I, as your disciple, am extremely worried and have come here specifically for this purpose."
"Hehe!"
Aegwynn let out a chilling laugh, "Jaina, I know you. You would never help me for nothing. Now, what are your conditions?"
Jaina raised her eyes. "Teacher, your body, though enormous, is merely a cage binding you. The Lightforging Orcs are gathering in the Plaguelands, and they've forged Tirion Fordring into Flesh-Eternal to provide a constant supply of food. We need a Flesh-Eternal too."
"This is exactly the answer I expected," Aegwynn laughed. "Thrall turned my child and me into food back then, and I didn't expect you Jaina, wouldn't spare us either."
Jaina shrugged. "The Lightforging Orcs will only do the same things I do once they land on Kalimdor."
Aegwynn had expected this. "So you'll offer me better terms than the Lightforging Orcs, right?"
Jaina nodded. "One Flesh-Eternal is enough. I will do everything I can to help you escape."
Aegwynn laughed, "You can't, Jaina, and besides, you simply can't do it."
After a long silence, Aegwynn said regretfully, "It's just a pity that all the knowledge and magic I've accumulated over the years haven't found a suitable successor. I've already become like this, and one day my consciousness will sink into darkness. I'm not reconciled!"
Jaina was slightly moved and said, "Teacher, if you pass on everything to me, I am willing to help you carry it forward."
"You're not good enough," Aegwynn said sharply. "You're very hardworking and cunning enough, but your talent is a big problem. I can't understand the advanced magic I pass on to you; it will only be a waste. Besides, you're naturally averse to sharing magic with others."
Jaina frowned, displeased. "I don't think there's a more suitable candidate in Azeroth."
Aegwynn raised his voice. "Yes, the Blue Dragonflight has a genius. Although he was envied after birth and his physical form was ruined, his magical talent remains."
Jaina was very reluctant to mention that name:
"Kalecgos."