A rumbling sound came from above Rustwater Port as three black Horde airships burst out of the clouds.
The airship stopped over the designated block, and at Eitrigg's command, head-sized shells rained down.
These are all high-explosive bombs made by Goblins, infused with magic, making them far more powerful and devastating.
Surrounded by many beautiful women from the Horde, Akama dreamt of returning to the embrace of the Holy Light, as if she could see herself regaining the Holy Light's favor.
Suddenly, a feeling of unease washed over Akama, jolting him awake from his daydream.
A deafening roar followed.
An entire street was instantly flattened, billowing thick smoke.
Eitrigg laughed happily, "Even if Vandel grew wings, he couldn't fly away. The Warchief can finally rest assured."
As for Akama's life or death, he didn't care at all; he was just a useless piece of trash.
After the smoke cleared, Eitrigg commanded the Orcs to search through the rubble, hoping to find Vandel's body.
A large group of Goblins gathered around to watch the spectacle.
Veteran media professional, Big Candle Gagg, approached an elderly Goblin and asked, "Old man, where are you from?"
The old Goblin whispered, "I'm from this neighborhood. I've lived here for over fifty years. I just went out to sell vegetables, and when I came back, I looked like this."
Gagg was secretly pleased with himself. His sharp eyes immediately told him the old man had a story to tell, and he asked with great interest:
What are your thoughts on this disaster?
The old Goblin said in a melodious voice, "This is not a disaster, but a salvation from the great Savior. Although my parents, wife, children and all my family members have died, they died in a worthy cause, and their deaths were worthwhile. I am proud of them and I thank the great Savior from the bottom of my heart."
Gagg then asked, "So, what are your thoughts on the future?"
The old Goblin declared Justice, "Although my house is gone, and the treasures I've accumulated over decades are destroyed, and I'll be left to roam the streets, freezing and starving to death, I feel happy. To have Consecration everything for the great Orcs, my life has been worthwhile, and I am deeply content."
An Orcs walked over, snapped the old Goblin's neck, and chewed on it forcefully.
"Everyone, go home, go home, there's nothing to see."
Seeing that the crowd refused to leave, the Orcs flew into a rage, grabbed his axe, and charged into the crowd, instantly sending limbs flying everywhere.
People were so frightened that they scattered and fled, leaving behind dozens of corpses.
"Useless trash, you're nothing but Orcs food."
The Orcs gave a cruel smile, picked up his Battle Axe, and strode away.
In the midst of this terrible catastrophe, most of the corpses were reduced to fragments, but unexpectedly, the Orcs found Akama.
Akama fell into a pool of blood. At the most critical moment, he drew all the Horde women to his side and used their flesh and blood to protect his body.
The dying Akama pleaded, "Save me."
The Orcs carried Akama to Eitrigg's side, Eitrigg grinned maliciously:
"It's a surprise this useless piece of trash is still alive. I'll send you to Undercity to be turned into a low-level zombie for cleaning toilets."
"Why have the onlookers dispersed?" a scout asked curiously.
Eitrigg sensed something was amiss; his men were loyal and wouldn't disperse the crowd without his orders.
Another scout replied, "Just now, one of our brothers dispersed the crowd and killed dozens of onlookers."
"Do you know our brother?" someone asked.
The Orcs shook his head.
"Does anyone recognize that Orcs from earlier?" Eitrigg asked loudly.
That Orcs had made quite a commotion, then disappeared with the crowd. Many Orcs noticed it, but none of them recognized him.
Eitrigg's eyelids twitched. "Vandel, it must be him. He escaped disguised as Orcs."
The chief Demon Hunter, Vandel, possessed terrifying camouflage skills, which even the Burning Legion couldn't overcome.
Looking at Akama at his feet, Eitrigg felt he still had some use.
Akama was given simple bandages and then taken to a sturdy Castle to recuperate.
Medical professionals are extremely rare among Orcs. Apart from Orcs of high status like Thrall and Eitrigg, ordinary soldiers can only endure their injuries.
Akama's injuries were too severe, Eitrigg didn't even consider treating him.
Directly beneath Akama's bed, Eitrigg sent men to plant a bomb over three meters in diameter.
This bomb represents the pinnacle of Goblin craftsmanship; its explosive power is astonishing, enough to reduce an area three kilometers in diameter to dust.
"Akama's injuries are severe; he will die soon without treatment. Vandel will definitely save him." Eitrigg was very confident in his plan.
To lull Vandel into a false sense of security, the Castle was heavily guarded, with Orcs soldiers stationed almost every three steps and sentries every five.
Although Akama was seriously injured, he clearly knew what had happened.
He was lying on a large bomb, the fuse right on his body.
"I don't want to die, Holy Light, please protect me."
Akama was in excruciating pain, and he saw the spirit of the female Tauren again.
"Akama, this is the Holy Light's final test for you," the Tauren woman asked kindly. "Are you willing to give your life for the Holy Light?"
"I'm willing, but what can I do?" Akama asked, groaning.
The female Tauren smiled gently and said, "The Holy Light foresaw the future, Vandel is searching for you everywhere. Is there an agreement between you two?"
Akama hesitated for a moment, then nodded with difficulty.
The last time Akama was captured by Thrall, it took Vandel a great deal of effort to find him, which caused Akama to suffer greatly.
To prevent Akama from having another accident, Vandel installed a small device in his teeth; by biting the device, Vandel could know his location.
The female Tauren said calmly, "The merciful Holy Light is with you. As long as you attract Vandel, the Holy Light will accept you."
"But I'll die too." Akama worried about the bomb under the bed.
"Death is not the end," the female Tauren promised. "You will gain eternal life in the Army of the Light. If you wish to be resurrected, the omnipotent Naaru can help you forge a new body—a perfect Draenei body. Perhaps you will have the chance to replace Velen and become the leader of the Draenei."
Akama had long since grown disgusted with the Broken's hideous bodies.
Now that things have come to this, Akama has no other choice.
Either wait Anjing for death, or invite Vandel to perish together; let us hope the Holy Light will keep its promise.
The female Tauren's soul vanished, and Akama crushed the small device in her mouth.
Akama's injuries worsened, and he felt he was about to die.
In a daze, he vaguely saw Vandel walking towards him, and then he was stuffed into a large cloth bag.
After a bumpy journey, Akama crawled out of the bag and found himself in the wilderness outside Rustwater Port.
"That big bomb?" Akama couldn't understand why the bomb hadn't exploded.
Vandel took out a green pill and whistled, "Akama, you owe me another life. You mean that bomb? I defused it."
"You took it down?" Akama's eyes widened.
"It's just a crude, homemade bomb; you could disarm it with your foot." Vandel put the pill into Akama's mouth.
"The Burning Legion's bombs are at least a million years ahead, but for me it's just a small challenge."
Akama was stunned as the pill dissolved in his mouth.
Suddenly, a deafening explosion was heard, and a cloud of black smoke rose from Rustwater Port.
"I rewired the fuse, delaying the bomb's detonation." Vandel turned around and asked with a smile:
"Akama, it seems you've betrayed me again."