Thrall stood on the high platform, his image appearing in the air below as fel Fel Flames raged below.
"My fellow citizens in the Internment Camp, you have suffered enslavement by humanity, living lives of unbearable misery. Now you are free. I, Thrall, have successfully rescued you. Are you happy? Come, thank me, kneel before me, I am the great Savior."
Seeing the Orcs lying dead around them, and their brethren still howling in the Fel Flames, the Orcs cursed loudly.
"Go to hell, you liar!"
I swear I will kill you.
"You Demons, may your soul never find peace!"
Thrall let out a arrogant laugh, "You should know your place, you incompetent trash. I mercifully saved you, yet you show no gratitude. All those who dare to insult me, die!"
Flames erupted, and all the Orcs had just insulted Thrall were burned to ashes.
The Orcs were terrified. Although Orcs fought bravely, it was only because of the chieftains' methods. Faced with true power, they were just a bunch of cowards.
"You worthless trash, all of you kneel down and kowtow to me, or you will die."
The Orcs all knelt down and kowtowed forcefully.
There were still too many Orcs left, Thrall was very dissatisfied, and shouted:
"Praise me loudly! All those who don't kowtow enthusiastically, whose praise isn't loud enough, deserve to die! Orcs, your name is coward!"
To survive, the Orcs had no choice but to kowtow and loudly praise.
Those who didn't kowtow frequently enough, whose voices were too soft, who didn't offer enough praise, or whose words of praise weren't beautiful enough, were all burned to ashes.
Thrall laughed and said to Varimathras, "I've said it before, Orcs are a bunch of cowards, a lowly and base race. The more they are oppressed and exploited, the more loyal they become."
Varimathras chuckled, "It seems you know quite a bit about Orcs."
"It's all thanks to Medivh," Thrall, not daring to take credit.
In the end, only 421 Orcs survived.
Of the 45,000 Orcs in the Internment Camp, less than one percent survived. The rest were a lowly and subservient group of Orcs who only knew how to Thrall and praise Thrall.
When Thrall led this Orcs to Orgrim's presence, even the ruthless Orgrim was shocked.
"Four hundred and twenty-one Orcs survivors." Orgrim stared in disbelief, his gaze towards Thrall filled with fear. How cruel this was!
Thrall laughed heartily, "I destroyed Durnholde and killed Blackmoore. My achievements are unparalleled. That Orcs chieftain can't compare to me. Ner'zhul, Gul'dan, Blackhand Blackhand, Grommash Hellscream —a bunch of trash, not even worthy to carry my shoes."
"There are still many Internment Camps in Lordaeron," Orgrim said anxiously.
Thrall grinned. "Don't worry, soon my name will spread throughout Azeroth, everyone will know I am the Savior of the Orcs, and as long as I raise my arm, countless people will respond."
Orgrim lowered his head and pondered for a long time, realizing he could no longer stop Thrall's rise. He sighed and said, "I am willing to cooperate with you, Savior Thrall."
Thrall stroked his chin and said, "I still have one small matter to settle, to add another crime to Blackmoore's list."
When Durnholde was destroyed, Taretha was at home and learned the news, trembling with fear.
She went to find the Peace Dove Organization, but the nearby Peace Dove stronghold was just a pile of bones with clear Orcs teeth marks on them.
In a panic, Taretha realized what was happening and hurriedly returned home to pack her bags, preparing to head to Lordaeron.
Until Thrall walked in from outside.
The screams lasted for a full three hours.
Thrall emerged, picking his teeth, carrying Taretha's head in his hand.
"Remember, this was done by Blackmoore. Cruel Blackmoore killed poor Taretha. We were like siblings. Mmm, the meat tastes really good."
Thrall's men readily agreed, and an Orcs recorded Thrall words.
Blackmoore's crimes quickly spread throughout the Eastern Kingdoms.
People then learned that Thrall was Blackmoore's adopted son and the Durnholde Arena Champion.
Driven by oppression, they rose up in rebellion and saved the Orcs in the Internment Camp.
Most terrifyingly, Blackmoore actually intended to groom Thrall as the leader of the Orcs, using him to realize his own ambitions, but his plot failed and he was killed by Thrall.
There is another version.
It is said that Thrall was born with extraordinary abilities and possessed an aura of dominance, while Blackmoore was merely Thrall's Servant.
When Thrall grew up, Blackmoore felt unworthy to have been Thrall's subordinate and, ashamed, took his own life.
This news quickly reached Lordaeron, where King Terenas found it amusing:
"Thrall, Blackmoore's adopted son, Arena champion? I've never heard of him before. While Lordaeron's intelligence agency may not be as famous as the renowned SI:7, its strength is not far behind. How could I not know about something so important?"
Uther said respectfully, "How could ordinary people know about Lordaeron's intelligence agencies?"
"It's riddled with flaws." Terenas set the intelligence aside. "I heard only about four hundred Orcs escaped from the Internment Camp."
Uther nodded and said, "This Thrall is even more cunning than Orgrim; he's said to be from Karazhan."
Terenas said seriously, "It seems we need to change our target for appeasement. How about we adopt Thrall as our son and let him inherit the throne of Lordaeron in the future?"
Uther quickly knelt down. "Your Majesty is wise; this is truly a blessing for Lordaeron."
"Hmph, you don't need to flatter me." Terenas said unhappily, "I'm not senile yet, I know what I'm doing. With Elune the ultimate shield and Medivh's support, it's only a matter of time before the Orcs unify the Eastern Kingdoms. Humans are powerless to resist. I'm doing this simply to leave some seeds of revolution."
Uther appeared pessimistic. "The Holy Light foresaw this. The Orcs will soon blanket the land. Lordaeron, Silvermoon City, Dalaran, Ironforge, and Stormwind City will all be affected. This is beyond human control."
"Unless a miracle occurs," Terenas said, hands behind his back, looking at his father's portrait on the wall. "Have you found that rebellious son, Arthas?"
Uther was about to say something when Terenas waved his hand, indicating he didn't want to listen. "No need to tell me his whereabouts. If you find him, send him to Deathknell."
"Deathknell?" Uther asked, puzzled.
Terenas sighed, "Deathknell is an ominous place. Our family's hereditary disease flares up very quickly. With chaos approaching, human life is cheap. If he can die peacefully, far from this strife, it might not be a bad thing."
Uther whispered, "We've recently discovered that the Peace Dove are also searching for the Prince."
"Peace Doves?" Terenas asked in surprise. "I didn't give them any orders."
Uther said worriedly, "Perhaps an eagle has infiltrated among the Peace Dove."
Hinterlands, Aerie Peak Hotel.
Jaina casually fiddled with her handkerchief, listening to the report from the Peace Dove.
"So that's how it is. Arthas was hiding in Quel'Danil Lodge. That's quite unexpected. No wonder we couldn't find him anywhere in Lordaeron."
Quel'Danil Lodge is the dwelling of the High Elf Saldo Shallowflow, located near Aerie Peak.
Saldo Shallowflow was a hunter with superb marksmanship, but unfortunately Jaina didn't take him seriously.