Young Aiguleiya had just left Karazhan and thought that he was the only cruel and ruthless one, while the other Orcs were all friendly, foolish, and easy to bully.
I never imagined that my first lesson in life would be so heavy.
Orgrim patiently tortured Thrall, using far more methods than even the ruthless Medivh had.
Beside the fire, Aiguleiya's screams continued for an entire night.
The next day, as the sun rose, the helpless, wailing Aiguleiya was no longer recognizable as Orcs. All four limbs were broken, and not a single piece of skin remained intact; only a blurry mass of flesh and blood remained.
He's still alive; Orgrim has a way of ensuring he suffers the greatest pain but doesn't die.
"Warchief, you are truly brilliant," the subordinate exclaimed sincerely.
Orgrim grinned. "We Orcs are merciful and kind; these are merely petty tricks. After all, this is human territory, and I can't act freely."
"Should we kill him?" an Orcs asked.
"How could a merciful Orcs do such a cruel thing?" Orgrim sneered. "He'll suffer for at least three more days before he dies. Let's go, let's continue having fun."
To ensure that Aiguleiya would suffer the greatest possible pain and die, the Orcs hid him under a pile of leaves so that the hunters would not find him.
Only two bloody holes remained in Aiguleiya's eye sockets, and he could only hear a faint sound. After hearing Orgrim and his group leave, he laboriously licked the base of his fangs with the tip of his tongue.
At the base of the fang was a hole containing a pill, Super Titans Elixir personally crafted by Medivh.
Biting open the oiled paper wrapping the Super Titans Elixir, the pill dissolved in saliva, and its rich medicinal power spread from the mouth.
Super Titans Elixir has the power to bring the dead back to life; as long as the person doesn't die on the spot, they can be saved.
The severed limbs regenerated, white calluses grew on the skinless body, new skin grew, and even the lost eyeballs grew back.
After struggling for three whole days, Aiguleiya was finally reborn, but she was unbearably hungry.
"Orgrim Doomhammer, I'll remember you. The torment you brought me, I will repay you a hundredfold."
Aiguleiya gritted his teeth. He hated Orgrim, hated the Orcs under his command, hated the Orcs race as a whole, and even hated the entire world.
"Destroy them all, you heartless, cruel world!"
Aiguleiya wished he could transform into a planet-sized giant, crush Azeroth in one swipe, and erase everything.
In the dense forest, Aiguleiya stumbled and staggered, not knowing where to go. The terrible hunger tormented him, causing his consciousness to gradually fade.
Suddenly, the view opened up before me, and I found myself out of the forest. In the distance, a tall Castle stood majestically – it was Durnholde Keep.
After going around in circles, he ended up back where he started. Aiguleiya was so hungry and dizzy that he took a few steps toward Durnholde, but finally couldn't hold on any longer, and everything went black as he collapsed to the ground.
Aiguleiya had a dream.
In his dream, it was Karazhan, the place he knew best. A human child lay on the ground, his face covered in blood, pleading desperately.
Aiguleiya laughed heartily; those were his happiest days.
Karazhan has many human children, who, like Aiguleiya, are experimental subjects. They are all of high status, many being Princes and princesses from the Seven Kingdoms.
Aiguleiya was, after all, an Orcs, much stronger than human children, and bullying and tormenting human children was one of his few sources of pleasure.
In his dazed state, he felt a warm sensation in his stomach; someone was feeding him meat porridge.
Having regained some energy, Aiguleiya managed to open her eyes.
A human woman was doing needlework nearby. When she saw that Aiguleiya had woken up, she gave him a gentle smile.
"You're awake. Someone found you collapsed by the roadside. Falarin carried you onto an oxcart and brought you back. Luckily, you weren't particularly heavy."
"Falarin?" Aiguleiya asked, puzzled.
"He is my brother." The human woman introduced herself, "I am Taretha, a member of the Peace Dove."
"What is Peace Dove?" Aiguleiya's head was buzzing. He needed to rest, but first he needed to ensure his safety.
"Our leader is King Terenas," Taretha said proudly. "He told us that Orcs are kind and benevolent, the future Saviors. I work in the Castle, helping Blackmoore with household chores, but unfortunately he can't accept the Peace Dove. I still need to work harder."
"So you saved me?" Aiguleiya felt a little relieved; it seemed she was safe for the time being.
"For the Orcs, we are willing to Consecration everything," Taretha said sincerely. "It's clear you're a free Orcs, unlike the Orcs in the Internment Camp. The Peace Dove's goal is to liberate all Orcs."
Aiguleiya thought to himself, "Then we ate all the humans, only to run into a complete idiot."
The meat porridge in his stomach had been digested, and his head was no longer buzzing, but unfortunately, this amount of food was not enough to satisfy him.
"Is there any food left? I feel like I could eat a whole cow," Aiguleiya said.
Taretha looked troubled. "I've already made meat porridge for you with the last bit of meat. Can you eat bread instead?"
In Karazhan, Aiguleiya ate barely edible black bread mixed with sawdust, knowing he couldn't show his distress or he would be looked down upon.
"I only eat fresh, lean meat," Aiguleiya said firmly.
Taretha took a deep breath. "The Orcs' demands are everything to us. I'll try to find a way."
After putting on a coat, Taretha prepared to go out and solve her problem of finding fresh meat, but hesitated for a moment before saying:
"My brother will wake up soon. He's very happy because he saved a noble Orcs."
After Taretha left, Aiguleiya grabbed a pair of scissors and secretly hid them.
A short while later, a young man wearing a hat walked in. He was not yet twenty years old, thin, and his eyes were somewhat dim.
"Are you alright? My sister said Orcs are good people." The young man looked Aiguleiya up and down.
"You're Taretha's brother, Falarin?" Aiguleiya smiled gently.
"It's me. You look different from the Orcs in the Internment Camp. They're always so rude." Falarin saw a scholarly air about Aiguleiya. After all, he grew up in Karazhan and, although he was Servant, he had learned a lot from his surroundings.
"I grew up in Karazhan," said Aiguleiya. "Do you know Medivh?"
Falarin shook his head; a country boy like him, he had never heard of the Guardian's name.
Medivh is a very impressive Archmage.
Aiguleiya wondered if Taretha could bring back meat.
Human society is too dangerous; there aren't many fools like Taretha. We must recover our strength as soon as possible and escape.
Falarin blinked, showing interest in the "Archmage".
"Come sit down, I'll tell you about Medivh. He knows a lot of amazing magic," Aiguleiya said politely, as if looking at a hare that had walked into a trap.
Young Falarin didn't think much of it; although the Orcs seemed cruel, they had saved his life after all.
Even the most ruthless wolf knows how to repay a life-saving debt.
Falarin sat on the edge of the bed. Aiguleiya raised his hand, seemingly to pat his shoulder, then revealed a pair of scissors hidden in his palm and plunged them into his neck.
"Ah! Help!"
Falarin screamed in agony as Aiguleiya bit down on his neck.