Thrall's Rage Potion had no effect whatsoever.
Faced with Barthilas's subtle and deadly methods of killing, the Orcs, who were known for their ferocity and savagery, surprisingly resisted the Rage Potion.
A mysterious and eerie power that could reap one's life at any moment; an irresistible death that is more terrifying than the bloody life-or-death struggle on the Battlefield.
The Orcs all showed expressions of terror, and Orcs had already thrown away their Battle Axes and were quietly retreating.
Thrall felt a sense of powerlessness, a wave of despair washing over him, and suddenly felt as if someone was missing.
Where is Saurfang the Great?
"Reporting to the great Savior, Your Majesty the Warchief, High Saurfang the Great's seventh concubine is about to give birth. Saurfang the Great is a devoted family man; he has returned to deliver his wife's baby," a member of the Orcs guards replied.
"Damn it, Saurfang the Great's seventh concubine was just married the day before yesterday."
"Getting married the day before yesterday won't affect having a baby today," the Orcs guard muttered quietly.
"That cunning Saurfang!" Thrall gritted his teeth in hatred.
After Barthilas finished eating the two Orcs hearts, he slowly raised his head and looked at the hundreds of Orcs.
The Orcs dared not meet his gaze, as if they were facing the most terrifying demon, and all of them consciously lowered their heads.
"So that's how it is. Someone told me that the Orcs heroes were all fearless and always Charge forward. I believed it at first; I thought the Orcs heroes were truly fearless. But now that I've seen it with my own eyes, they're nothing special."
The Orcs were speechless; after all, Saurfang the Great had fled in a very dishonorable manner.
"Gentlemen, can we continue? Our battle isn't over yet." Barthilas said kindly, "Savior Thrall, I think it's your turn to step in. As the chieftain, you should lead the Charge."
All eyes of the Orcs turned to Thrall. Thrall felt a sense of unease. Looking at the seemingly harmless Barthilas, he felt a sharp pain in his heart and just wanted to disappear into the ground.
"Haha! Actually, we came to Hearthglen for a picnic. We apologize for accidentally disturbing you, Lord. We Orcs are a peace-loving race. How could we possibly wage war against humans? Those are just rumors. As for the old Orcs hanging on the scaffold, what's his name again? He's an insignificant nobody. I've disliked him for a long time. If Lord Barthilas likes his flesh, that's his honor. He can eat as much as he wants."
As expected of the wise and insightful chieftain, Thrall's words were truly wise, Orcs immediately began to Thrall.
"Yes, yes, we're here for a picnic. This is a really nice place."
"Haha, the scenery in Hearthglen is really beautiful, it reminds me of the scenery in Nagrand."
"Damn it, do you want to die? How can the crude scenery of Nagrand compare to Hearthglen? This place is practically a Legendary paradise. The people living here are truly blessed, especially with such a great lord."
"My lord, please rest well. We will leave now and will never disturb you again."
The Orcs bowed and scraped, all showing obsequious expressions, and spoke to Barthilas with utmost respect and flattery.
Barthilas gave a bitter smile:
"I see. Someone told me that when Orcs face dire situations, they are very good at kneeling and begging for mercy, using the name of peace to ensure their survival. I didn't believe it at first, but now that I've seen it with my own eyes, it's really true."
"Unfortunately, I am neither King Terenas nor the despicable Guardian Medivh. Battle and peace are not matters for you to decide. Now, it is my turn to act."
"I, Barthilas, am hungry."
Barthilas disappeared again, and when he reappeared not far away, he held four beating hearts in his hand.
Four Orcs, each in a different location, slowly collapsed to the ground, their faces filled with terror.
"He's not human! Run!"
One of the Orcs was the first to be terrified and turned to run away, causing a commotion in the Orcs ranks and bringing them to the brink of collapse.
At this crucial moment, Uther stepped forward Steadfast, his armor radiating a golden light, like a blazing torch.
The Orcs' morale quickly stabilized, the commotion subsided, their eyes filled with confidence, and their fear vanished. They grabbed their discarded Battle Axes and surrounded Barthilas.
Under Uther's Aura of Courage, even the deserters who had fled first returned.
Barthilas looked at Uther and nodded seriously.
"I see. Someone told me that when Uther activates his Aura of Courage, even the most timid human will become a brave Warrior, and they won't back down even if it means becoming food for the Orcs. I didn't believe it at first, but now that I've seen it with my own eyes, I believe it. Thank you for not letting my food escape, Uther."
Often, courage doesn't work.
Barthilas, like a terrifying phantom, like the Grim Reaper reaping lives, strolled leisurely through the Orcs army, constantly reaping Orcs lives. A pile of Orcs hearts lay neatly arranged under the wooden scaffolding.
The Eitrigg hanging on the scaffolding made a grotesque groan, clearly terrified.
In a matter of moments, hundreds of Orcs lost their lives.
"Smack!"
Thrall slapped Uther hard across Uther face and roared, "Uther, what have you done?"
"I just wanted to help!" Uther said vaguely, sounding aggrieved.
Thrall pointed at Uther's face and cursed, "Damn Light's Dead! Every noble Orcs is exceptionally precious. Do you think they're all as lowly as you humans? Withdraw your Aura of Courage right now, or I'll tear you to pieces!"
Uther, terrified, burst into tears. "I was wrong, my Savior, please forgive me!"
With the Aura of Courage revoked, the Orcs regained their senses and retreated in fear, and Barthilas did not pursue them.
Feeling fooled by the Aura of Courage, the Orcs turned and glared at Uther.
"That damned human, tear him to pieces."
I'm going to skin him alive.
"That wretched Light's Dead, he wants us noble Orcs to die like humans, to go to hell!"
A group of Orcs surrounded him, Uther, terrified, knelt down and kowtowed, begging for his life.
"I heard you're the Savior!"
Barthilas appeared before Thrall at some unknown time, still chewing on his heart.
Despite having devoured so many Orcs hearts, his stomach remained completely flat, as if it contained a bottomless pit.
Thrall was terrified and stammered, "That's not true, it's just a hoax. Actually, I'm a bad person, really. I never thought about saving the world. It's a lie, don't believe it."
Barthilas nodded seriously. "Yes, how could an Orcs save Azeroth! I've never believed that rumor."
Thrall smiled wryly and said ingratiatingly, "My esteemed lord, I'm so glad you didn't believe the rumors."
"Killing an Orcs who isn't Savior shouldn't be a problem, right?" Barthilas chuckled.
Thrall's heart nearly stopped pounding with fear. He quickly changed his words, saying, "My lord, I am truly the Savior! Guardian Medivh can attest to my identity! Please, don't..."
Barthilas casually threw a punch, Thrall's tall body crashed to the ground.
"They say that those who save the world should have a compassionate heart. I wonder what your heart tastes like."
Barthilas grabbed Thrall, a strange expression on his face, and said solemnly:
"Someone told me that whenever Thrall is in danger, the Guardian Medivh will appear. I wonder if that's true."