Experiment 335 was very upset.
When he first arrived on the Azeroth Continent, he worshipped Thrall to the point of blind devotion. Even when he was a Pandaren apprentice, he dreamed of meeting Thrall.
Unfortunately, after he fulfilled his wish, he was cooked and eaten by Thrall.
The Undead body of Experiment 335 did not last long, and it died in an encounter with Plague bear.
This time, he possessed an Orcs.
Only when he became an Orcs did he realize how difficult Orcs life was.
Orcs undergo rigorous training from a young age, a high-pressure training that continues until death.
The military camp was always filled with combat-like confrontations, and those who ranked last only faced death. The weak were destined to be eliminated and mercilessly become military Destiny. This cruelty accompanied the Orcs throughout their lives.
The tragic discovery of Experiment 335 revealed that many Orcs Warriors had become numb to this, completely reduced to war machines.
Orcs have very strict rules, such as the right to reproduce, which can only be granted to the strongest Orcs.
This relieved Experiment 335, who, despite being Orcs, found it difficult to accept female Orcs.
He could even tolerate female Tauren, but he still couldn't muster any interest in Orcs.
Strangely, ever since Thrall unified the Warsong Clan and became Warchief, there have been no children to be seen in the Orcs camps.
The baby was sent away immediately after birth, supposedly to receive secret training from the Guardian Medivh.
Meanwhile, waves of strong, unfamiliar Orcs, whose origins and Clans were unknown, continuously replenished the Orcs ranks.
They were physically strong and powerful, focused solely on fighting and never mentioning the past.
Experiment 335 was eager to investigate the reasons behind this, but unfortunately, his combat skills were lacking, and his strength was at the bottom. Facing imminent elimination, he had no time to think about anything else and was focused on escaping.
Unfortunately, Lordaeron is now overrun with Undead. With the increased power of the Runes of the Dead, the Undead have begun their counterattack, relentlessly attacking the Orcs. An Orcs living alone in the wilderness will eventually be devoured by the Undead.
On this day, Experiment 335 and a group of Orcs were escorting Tough Jerky transported from the rear when they were attacked by the Undead again. The Orcs had an advantage over the Undead; often, dozens of Undead would die in exchange for the life of one Orcs.
But this time, there was an additional human mage among the Undead.
A mage wearing Flame headband caused all the Orcs to fall to the ground wherever he went.
Others might not recognize it, but Experiment 335 was all too familiar with this Flame headband.
Nefarian, the Black Dragon Prince.
Experiment 335 was so frightened that he immediately threw away his weapon and raised his hands in surrender.
"You are different from other Orcs; I sense the power of your soul."
Nefarian noticed the expression on Experiment 335's face. His fear and unease were very different from the other numb Orcs; he was like a little lamb standing among a pack of jackals.
Would you help me? Be my eyes.
Nefarian asked politely, then added, "In exchange, you can make a condition."
"I need power," Experiment 335 stammered. He didn't want to die. Although he could change bodies at will, the pain of the memories flooding his mind felt like his skull was being torn apart, making him wish he were dead.
"A fair trade."
Nefarian removed Experiment 335's right eye and replaced it with a new one.
Experiment 335 clearly felt a force spreading throughout his body from his right eye.
From then on, Experiment 335 began to distinguish himself in the Orcs camp. This Orcs, who was not particularly strong, won in one duel after another, and even attracted Thrall's attention, becoming a member of Thrall's Personal Guard.
Before long, the pieces Nefarian had casually placed finally came in handy.
Thrall came to visit the Red Dragon Princess, Experiment 335, as a member of the Personal Guard, naturally stayed by Thrall's side.
"To save Azeroth Continent, you and your companions must die a gruesome death in Stratholme. Only then will your mother have a reason to help the Orcs destroy Stratholme. Yalishandra, the Red Dragon Princess, you must Consecration your life for the Azeroth Continent," Thrall said grimly.
Princess Red Dragon was visibly taken aback upon hearing this, then sneered:
"Thrall, are you sending our noble Dragonkin to their deaths in Stratholme? Absolutely not."
"Going to my death? Haha, I won't do that, it's too wasteful."
Thrall stood up, grinning widely, revealing a smug and sinister expression:
"We Orcs will kill you and your companions with our own hands. Your hide will be used to forge a sturdy suit of armor for me, and your horns will become the best materials for spellcasting. I will rip your heart out alive and forge it into a special magical artifact, or perhaps a rosary would be more suitable, to hold your fallen soul. You will wail and beg for mercy within the rosary, constantly bringing me the power of dragons."
"Haha, Thrall, you are so overconfident." The Red Dragon princess laughed contemptuously. She was about to raise her arm to transform back into her dragon form when suddenly she felt a sense of discomfort within her body.
A strange sensation immediately spread throughout her body, leaving her weak and powerless.
The Red Dragon Princess's five companions collapsed to the ground almost simultaneously, unable to move. Their magic was dissipating, and they were repeatedly reverted to their dragon forms, pressed to the ground by their own heavy weight.
"You, in this flesh..."
The Red Dragon Princess's expression changed drastically; she sensed that the magic within her body had been Corruption.
"A simple dark magic potion, used in our homeland Draenor to poison towering Gronn, and it works the same on dragons."
Thrall laughed loudly, pulled out a sharp meat cleaver, and said with a ferocious grin:
"Red Dragon Princess, I will skin you alive, so that your soul will completely submit and be imprisoned within your heart, where I can hear your cries of agony every day. I look forward to that exhilarating, intoxicating feeling."
"No! My mother will avenge me! She will not let you go!" The Red Dragon Princess screamed in despair, trembling all over, and finally reverted to her dragon form, collapsing helplessly to the ground.
"The Red Dragon Queen is nothing but an Imp, an incompetent wimp. She will forever be subservient to us Orcs." Thrall said smugly, "Give up, Red Dragon Princess. I have already planned it. The foolish queen's wrath will only be vented on Stratholme, and your soul will never find peace."
Thrall's dark magic potions originated from the Warsong Clan, Warsong Clan possessed a special art that allowed them to seal the souls of their enemies within their hearts, granting them immense power.
The Warsong Clan's inherited weapon, Gorehowl, is said to contain the hearts of six Gronn, granting it Gorehowl power.
Led by Eitrigg, a group of Orcs craftsmen gathered around and began skinning the dragon alive.
The screams of the Red Dragon Princess echoed throughout the Orcs Camp, and could even be heard in Stratholme.
"The wheel of fortune turns, and who can escape the judgment of Heaven?" Arthas opened his eyes and said in a low voice, "When the Red Dragon Princess and her companions slaughtered the innocent people of Stratholme, did they ever think of their tragic end today?"
Arthas looked intently at Robbie's face and spoke.
Robbie, however, was somewhat worried. "But we're destined to be the ones blamed."
How can Stratholme withstand the wrath of Alexstrasza, the Red Dragon Queen?