Thrall ate two plates of his favorite meat, but his appetite waned. He put down his knife and fork and said:
"I've heard that Illidan is making great strides in Outland, and the Burning Legion values him highly."
Eitrigg smiled ingratiatingly, "Illidan only relied on Kil'jaeden's protection to help eliminate Archimonde's remaining followers. The Burning Legion has much more faith in you."
Two more Chef were thrown into the oil cauldron. Listening to their pitiful screams, Thrall felt delighted and his appetite returned.
Suddenly, a purple orb of light appeared at the doorway. It was an extremely dense Arcane energy. A ray shot out from the orb and locked onto Thrall.
Thrall stood motionless like a statue, large beads of sweat dripping from his forehead.
A ball of light enveloped a Draenei woman, who held a sharp sword pointed at Thrall's chest.
Akama was startled and recognized the woman in the purple light as his beloved Lisa, whom he had fallen in love with at first sight.
"Protect the great Savior!" Eitrigg shouted.
The Orcs guards and the Chef rushed in and surrounded the Draenei woman.
Lisa simply stared at Thrall, and as the light flashed, any Orcs that approached turned to ashes.
"This is terrifying!" Eitrigg exclaimed, turning pale with fright and quickly hiding under the table.
Lisa's delicate body seemed to be carrying a mountain, bearing indescribable pressure as she moved forward step by step.
Two clear hoof prints were left on the hard floor, and the sharp tip of the sword slowly approached Thrall.
Thrall was unable to move, but thankfully he could still make sounds.
"Don't kill me! I'll surrender! I'll give you anything you want! Help! I don't want to die!"
Lisa's expression was serious, she was holding her breath, and her mind was highly focused; she didn't hear what Thrall said.
"Akama," the female Tauren reminded her, "The great Savior Thrall cannot die; the Holy Light will protect you."
On one side is the test of Holy Light, on the other is the woman he loves.
As Lisa drew closer to Thrall, blood flowed from her mouth and nose, but a smile played on her lips, as if her years of hard work were about to pay off.
Akama hesitated for a long time before finally making up his mind. Enveloped in a dense Holy Light, he opened his arms and rushed to Lisa.
Lisa's body trembled violently, and a large amount of blood gushed from her mouth and nose. She let out a muffled groan and bent over, supporting herself on the ground with her right hand.
The purple light surrounding Lisa disappeared, Thrall was finally free.
Lisa sighed and said with a wry smile:
"After countless schemes and calculations, under the pressure of Elune, and by exploiting the timing of events, I finally had the chance to kill Thrall and save Azeroth from peril, only to have it all ruined by you."
After saying that, Lisa turned and left without looking back. Akama reached out his hand, wanting to say something but then stopped, unsure of what to say, and could only give up helplessly.
Thrall, who had survived the ordeal, gasped for breath as more guards rushed in and surrounded Thrall.
Thrall pointed at Akama: "Take down this assassin."
Before Akama could even defend himself, the guards swarmed forward and subdued Akama.
Akama looked around; the female Tauren's soul had vanished, and the Holy Light had not arrived as promised.
Inside the dungeon of Orgrimmar, Akama was hung up and tortured for a day and a night with hundreds of different forms of torture, leaving no intact skin on his body.
Eitrigg, whip in hand, sneered at him, "Speak, who sent you? Don't think I don't know, you are Akama the Broken, Illidan's subordinate."
"Listen to me," Akama said weakly, "I'm the one who saved Thrall."
"You saved Thrall Savior, and I tormented you—what do those two things have to do with each other?" Eitrigg looked at him like he was an idiot. "I saw it all. You knew that assassin, and in the end, you tried to keep her. You were in cahoots, weren't you? All to deceive the great Savior Thrall. I know it all."
Eitrigg proudly raised his head. "The great Savior Thrall could defeat Sargeras with a single punch, kill Void Lords with a single finger, and even a million Draenei couldn't kill Thrall. You've clearly colluded to gain the Savior's trust. Do you think I'm an idiot?"
"You've misunderstood." Akama, his heart pounding with fear, couldn't withstand the torture any longer and confessed, "That female Draenei was named Lisa. We only met once, really, Vandel can vouch for that."
Akama betrayed his companions without a second thought.
"Vandel?" Eitrigg hesitated for a moment, then said, "Illidan's chief Demon Hunter, so it was indeed Illidan's scheme. Confess everything."
Akama answered all her questions, recounting her purpose and experiences in coming to Orgrimmar. Unfortunately, the cruel Eitrigg did not believe her and intensified his interrogation.
On this day, Akama, who had been suffering terribly, was too weak to even groan. Suddenly, the torment stopped.
With great effort, I opened my eyes and, thanks to my damaged eyes, saw a blurry figure.
"Vandel, it's you!"
All the Orcs in the cell had their throats slit. Vandel found a chair, sat down, and laughed:
"I heard you saved Thrall. The assassin was Lisa. Interesting. That's how Thrall thanked you."
"Please get me out of here!" Akama pleaded helplessly.
Vandel walked up to him. "Akama, it seems you've betrayed me. The Orcs are looking for me everywhere."
"I'm sorry, they were too cruel, I couldn't take it anymore," Akama apologized, tears streaming down his face.
Vandel put Akama down, put him in his pocket, and carried him on his back.
Akama felt as if he were in a fog, and when he emerged from the bag, the two were already in Azshara.
Vandel handed Akama a green pill. "A secret elixir from the Burning Legion. It can heal all injuries. Remember, you owe me."
Akama hurriedly took the secret medicine and swallowed it.
As the sun sets, Akama is wrapped in a green cocoon, like an egg.
After a long time, the green cocoon cracked open, and Akama crawled out, reborn.
Vandel carefully examined Akama's injuries.
"You're recovering quite well, Akama. Hopefully, this little incident has made you realize Thrall's true character. Whether you go to Rustwater Port or return to the Black Temple, the decision is yours."
Akama asked worriedly, "Can you guarantee our safety?"
Vandel laughed, "When it comes to tracking skills, the Orcs are at least 100,000 years behind the Burning Legion. I was able to escape from the Burning Legion's Felhound, let alone a mere Orcs."
"Alright, let's go to Rustwater Port." Akama rallied.
After crossing Azshara, Rustwater Port came into view, and the two set up camp in the wilderness.
At night, a warm Holy Light appeared in Akama's tent, and Akama saw the soul of the female Tauren again.
"I saved Thrall, yet I suffered horrific torment. Where is the Holy Light you promised?" Akama cried out in protest.
The female Tauren said gently, "Akama, the Holy Light has sensed your heart. You still cannot let go of the hatred in your heart, so the test is not over. Are you willing to continue to accept the Holy Light's test? Embrace the Holy Light, or reject Holy Light forever?"
Akama pondered this carefully; his past experience told him that he must accept the Holy Light.
"What is this test?" Akama asked.
The female Tauren replied, "Thrall has unleashed a large number of Orcs to hunt you and Vandel. Now Thrall is more interested in Vandel. If you can leave a secret mark to help Thrall capture Vandel, you will gain Thrall's friendship and return to the embrace of the Holy Light."