Faith was Akama's weakness; he was willing to abandon everything for the Holy Light, including morality and conscience.
"Thank you, Holy Light." Akama quickly made up his mind.
Rustwater Port, a paradise for the Horde, a place where beautiful women from Azeroth gather.
A beautiful, rugged female Orcs displays her thick body hair; a voluptuous female Tauren leans against a railing gazing into the distance; and a tall Troll flaunts its sexy fangs.
According to the Horde's aesthetic standards, the thin and frail Blood Elves are not popular, and as for the Undead, this is not a place for them.
The most popular are female Orcs, preferably those who don't bathe year-round and have a strong body odor, as they are considered to have the highest level of charm.
Upon entering Rustwater Port, Akama was overwhelmed by the various terrible stenches, as if he had entered a cesspool, and was only able to move forward thanks to Vandel's support.
"Akama, don't give up. You'll soon experience the charm of Rustwater Port. Orcs women are the sexiest race in Azeroth. You'll need time to adjust."
Akama rolled his eyes. "Vandel, is this the three gold-burning kilns you mentioned in Azeroth? Something doesn't feel right to me."
Vandel patted him on the shoulder and said, "That's because you haven't understood Orcs culture yet. Once you accept Orcs culture, you'll feel how exciting it is."
"Watch out!" Vandel shouted, nimbly dodging the attack.
A bucket of excrement and urine fell from the sky and soaked Akama.
Akama was filled with grief and indignation. If it weren't for his agreement with the Holy Light to help Thrall capture Vandel, he would have turned around and left long ago.
"What a magnificent and ancient tradition!" Vandel exclaimed in admiration. "This is the Orcs custom that the Peace Dove so highly reveres. Akama, can you feel the charm of the Orcs customs?"
Undercity has sewers, Dalaran has sewers, and Stormwind City also has sewers.
Orgrimmar is the only place without sewers, but thankfully, houses in Orgrimmar are usually only one story, so this embarrassing situation won't happen.
Rustwater Port originally had sewers, but because of the Goblins ' worship of the Orcs and their adoption of Orcs traditions, they no longer needed sewers and simply dumped their excrement into the streets.
It is said that the Peace Dove is writing to King Varian, suggesting that Stormwind City abolish the sewers.
"I want to die." Akama was on the verge of tears.
Vandel laughed, "Look at the Goblins here, and the travelers from all over, they don't seem to care about any of this. You'll have to get used to it."
Akama summoned Water Elemental to cleanse his clothes, then stuffed his nose, frowned, and followed Vandel.
The streets of Rustwater Port are winding and uneven, with piles of garbage on both sides and flies swarming everywhere.
Vandel walked and said:
"I have traversed the lands inhabited by Demons, a place filled with the stench of sulfur and Fel; Rustwater Port is nothing compared to that."
"I don't understand, why would something this filthy and chaotic be called a gold-burning kiln?" Akama looked around at the buildings. Underneath the tall and majestic buildings, there were dilapidated wooden huts, a stark contrast between the elegantly dressed upper class and the listless Goblin paupers.
Vandel said meaningfully, "Because of chaos, disorder, and lack of Order, money can buy anything you want; unrestrained indulgence is the greatest enjoyment."
A majestic Orcs, dressed in magnificent clothes, swaggered down the street, gnawing on a cow bone.
Vandel stepped forward, snapped his neck with a snap, and threw the body into a garbage dump on the side of the street.
Akama was stunned, knowing that Orcs were high-ranking nobles in the Horde.
In Felwood, the Deadwood Furbolg of Demon Claw Village accidentally offended the Orcs and was brutally massacred.
Killing Orcs will get you into trouble.
A series of hurried footsteps approached, and a large swarm of emaciated Goblins appeared out of nowhere, swarming towards the Orcs's corpse like flies.
In less than five minutes, the Goblins scattered, and the Orcs were left with nothing but a pool of blood, not even bones.
"Perfect violent aesthetics." Vandel whistled. "Akama, I know you know about Orcs, this is common in Draenor, isn't it?"
Akama stroked his chin silently. Vandel was right; the Orcs Horde of Draenor had always treated human life as worthless.
I recall the Prophet Velen saying that the Orcs' rugged customs possessed a primal beauty that the Draenei should learn from.
If the Prophet Velen were walking down the street and being killed so casually, I wonder what he would think.
"My old flame is here," Vandel winked. "You'll soon love Rustwater Port."
Following Vandel into a small alley, Akama deliberately lagged behind, secretly leaving a mark.
The alley was a dead end, with a three-story fortress-like building at the very end, entirely in the Orcs style, with Goblin corpses piercing sharp wooden pillars.
An older, still charming Quilboar- woman came out to greet them, warmly taking Vandel's hand.
"Oh dear, it's been so long since you've come! The girls have been missing you."
Vandel placed a stack of gold coins on the Quilboar's protruding belly and laughed:
"I've brought an old friend with me today; we must treat him to a good time."
The Quilboar- woman beamed and carefully collected the gold coins. "Don't worry, leave it all to me. I'll make sure he's satisfied."
Since it was a kiln for burning gold, it should be decorated in a magnificent and resplendent manner, which was Akama's prediction.
But once inside, he discovered it was completely different from what he had expected.
It would be more accurate to call it a Slaughterhouse than a place of prostitution.
Inside lay countless dying Tauren, Trolls, Furbolg, Centaurs, and other races.
"Slaughter, blood, savagery—this is the ultimate pleasure." Vandel expertly severed the head of a Troll, drank its blood, and roared with delight.
Akama felt very uncomfortable. He had seen many terrible and barbaric customs before, but this was the first time he had ever seen anything that could be called a gold-burning kiln.
A group of women came out chattering, surrounding Akama, while Vandel disappeared with his old flame in his arms.
The flowing blood pooled together, forming a pool of blood, emanating an intoxicating aroma.
A strange smell wafted Akama Akama's nostrils, his consciousness gradually blurred, his thoughts scattered, and in his hazy state, he found female Orcs and female Tauren quite attractive.
Just as he was lost in thought, Eitrigg appeared at the alley entrance with a group of Orcs.
"These are the marks left by Akama. We've been following him all this way, and the marks he left are correct," said an Orcs.
Eitrigg grinned. "That's strange. Why would Akama leave a mark? Did my torture work on him?"
The scout whispered, "We searched all of Azshara but couldn't find any trace of Vandel. The marks left by Akama also surprised us."
Eitrigg smiled cruelly, "Surround the alley from front to back, and use our ultimate weapon."
The scout asked in surprise, "Sir, there are over 130 households and 17 shops here. Are you really going to level them all?"
"Otherwise?" Eitrigg sneered.
"Vandel is the strongest Demon Hunter. You bunch of trash think you can capture him? As for the people in this alley, dying for the Orcs is their honor."