The Genesaur Talnar's branches, winding like snakes, clung tightly to the frame of the metal Portal, as if protecting its own life.
Talnar roared, "The Portal leads to the Burning Legion's headquarters, Argus Planet! If you dare to jeopardize the Burning Legion's plans, Azeroth will be destroyed, and you will be a sinner against this world!"
"So what if it's the Burning Legion?" Robbie waved his hand. "Krasus, kill him."
Krasus spread his wings and swooped down on Talnar, taking a deep breath at the same time.
The thousands of brambles in Talnar stretch straight out, like a giant hedgehog, their tips sharp as blades, oozing green venom.
Krasus was deeply wary, realizing that engaging in hand-to-hand combat would be unwise, so he quickly stopped mid-air, preparing to finish the fight with his Dragon's Breath.
The cave was too narrow, with nowhere to hide from the Dragon's Breath. Helpless, Talnar could only gather all the thorns, curl himself into a ball, and roll into the Portal.
"Is what he said true?" Krasus asked nervously.
Robbie shook his head. "If it's the Burning Legion, the gatekeepers will be Demons. It doesn't matter; he's just bluffing."
The Dragonkin dared not offend the Burning Legion, but since things had come to this, Krasus had no choice. He used his Dragon's Breath to dissolve part of the chains, and the floating Portal fell into the river of earth and quickly disappeared.
This Portal can be adjusted; different frequencies lead to different regions.
Talnar wasn't entirely lying; the Portal's destination was a secret base of the Burning Legion in Azeroth.
This is a small world filled with Fel, where the Burning Legion has built a massive Fel purification factory, where countless Demons are busy at work.
Talnar rolled out of the Portal like a wooden ball, and in order not to attract the Legion's attention, he quickly and discreetly transformed into his Treant form.
Just then, the Prophet Velen was speaking to Medivh, his voice booming:
"It was revenge from the Dragonkin. Alexstrasza led five hundred adult Dragons in a surprise attack on Karazhan. I personally killed fifty Dragons and barely managed to break through their encirclement. By the way, Talnar can testify to that."
Talnar looked embarrassed. There was only one dragon, Velen had fled without a fight. Should he speak up for him?
Medivh knew Velen's true nature, so he didn't expose him, but simply reprimanded him:
"What a bunch of trash! Dragonkin are just a bunch of livestock, not much better than chickens. I could crush all the Dragons of Azeroth by myself."
Medivh was no less boastful; after launching into a tirade, he couldn't really do anything to Velen, since he still had some use to him.
Talnar rolled his eyes. "Medivh, the Portal is destroyed. What are we going to do now? Most of the treasures from Highmaul and Frostfire Ridge have already been transported here. If you hadn't demanded payment first, this wouldn't have happened."
In the warehouses near the Burning Legion, valuables were piled up like a small mountain, the most precious of which were relics left by the Titans and dozens of Magnaron skulls.
This is where Medivh's cleverness lies: using his relationship with the Burning Legion to store valuables at the Legion's base. Although it comes at a high price, it guarantees the safety of the goods.
Medivh's face was covered by his hood, so his expression was not visible, and his voice was very flat.
"Why are you in such a hurry? I already have a backup plan. I can enter Azeroth through the Burning Legion's Portal. Most of my skills were learned from the Legion. What do you have to worry about?"
Although Talnar didn't know much about the Burning Legion, he knew that the Legion's technology was reassuring.
"It's just a small matter."
Medivh said casually, "After Archimonde's fall, the Legion introduced many new regulations. Outsiders who want to use the Legion Portals must have a mark left on their bodies."
"What?! That's absolutely unacceptable!" Talnar protested loudly.
Although I don't know what the purpose of this mark is, it's definitely not a good thing; my life might be controlled by the Burning Legion.
Medivh snorted, "Do you think it's easy to get passage through the Legion? Without my connections, do you think you could curry favor with the Legion? I've already shown enough sincerity. You can decide for yourselves. By the way, let me remind you that the Legion Mark is indeed a limitation, but it's also a talisman. You're new to Azeroth, alone and vulnerable, and you need a strong backer."
Highmaul.
When Imperator Mar'gok learned that the Karazhan Portal had been destroyed and that he would need to use the Legion Portal and have the Legion Mark left on his body, his expression remained indifferent, revealing no emotion whatsoever.
Upon hearing this, the subordinates immediately erupted in uproar.
"That's absolutely unacceptable."
The aquatic giant, the ancient Abyss walker Brackenspore, protested loudly:
"I know about the Legion Mark. It's like being pinpointed by the Burning Legion; no matter where you escape to, they can find you. The Legion Mark is a symbol etched into your bloodline; our descendants can never escape it. It's like being monitored by the Legion generation after generation, like becoming slaves of the Legion."
The Butcher remained calm. "They're not exactly slaves, but having this brand makes it inconvenient for them to fight against the Legion."
Brackenspore glared at the Butcher: "You underestimate this brand. In the old days, anyone who asked for the Legion's help had to be branded. If the Legion ever needs help in the future, you and your descendants will never be able to refuse, even if it means your death."
Senior advisor Valrego disagreed. "Your Imperator, fleeing to Azeroth was a last resort. What does a mere mark matter as long as we can survive?"
Tectus's eyes widened as he recalled his Pale Orcs and enslaved experience, and he roared angrily, "I'd rather die than be a slave again!"
Valrego smiled slightly and said, "There are only five hundred spots available. You can refuse; many people need them."
The crowd argued and argued, unable to come up with a solution. Führer Margok listened quietly, then suddenly asked:
"Talnar, what was Durotan's decision?"
Talnar said expressionlessly, "Durotan said that Orcs will never be slaves, but they are willing to be slaves of the Legion. The Lei Shen and Frostwolf Clan Clans are fighting tooth and nail for these five hundred spots, so Durotan can only select the spots through duels. Only the strong are qualified to live."
Imperator Mar'gok's gaze swept across the faces of the crowd, and he said sternly:
"Orcs are flexible and resilient, so why can't we Ogres endure this humiliation? Tell Medivh that aside from the five hundred who will be branded, if the Burning Legion needs Servants, we at Highmaul will do everything in our power to satisfy them."
Talnar was secretly astonished, Imperator by the foresight of Mar'gok, who disregarded all dignity for the sake of the Ogre Empire's continuation.
Another point is that Mar'gok is willing to make tough decisions unless Draenor World is in extreme danger and he must escape as quickly as possible.
Seeing the crowd's indignation, many suppressed their anger, especially some court scholars who seemed ready to explode at any moment.
Mar'gok rose from his throne. "To tell you the truth, we have no time to hesitate. I really don't know how much longer we can hold on."
The Holy Light brought about terrible mutations in plants and animals, making the outside world extremely dangerous.
The Ogres of the Gorian Empire are almost all gathered in Highmaul, and few know what is happening outside.
Mar'gok began casting his spell, and a scene unfolded before everyone's eyes on the Nagrand plains.
Under the golden sky, countless Talbuk, Clefthoof, and freshwater animals gathered together.
They were bathed in golden Holy Light, their eyes burning with fervor, and they chorused praises to the Holy Light, their voices resounding through the heavens.