Voren'thal was resourceful and always had a plan that never went wrong; he was good at planning before he acted.
During the meeting with Thrall, various scenarios were envisioned, and countermeasures were prepared.
But I never expected Thrall to be so blatantly bloody and brutal.
It's like two people playing chess, and the opponent pulls out a knife and holds it to his neck, forcing him to admit defeat.
Voren'thal regretted it; he shouldn't have tried to please Thrall.
Unfortunately, it was too late; I heard the sound of wind behind me.
Voren'thal is powerful, Mastery all types of magic, and has extensive combat experience.
Thrall suddenly grabbed his arm. Voren'thal was able to break free, but there was no guarantee that he wouldn't hurt Thrall.
The thought that if Thrall were injured, the Blood Elves would face annihilation caused Voren'thal to hesitate.
A moment's hesitation can lead to a heavy price.
A wooden stick struck him heavily on the head. It was Eitrigg who wielded the stick, and he was grinning smugly.
Voren'thal saw stars before his eyes and swayed, but managed not to fall.
Several Troll Chefs rushed over, tied Voren'thal to a pillar, and began cutting off his flesh.
Voren'thal let out a piercing scream.
The Blood Elf diplomat Rommath knew of Thrall's cruelty and did not rush to see Thrall after entering Orgrimmar.
He needs an opportunity.
Upon learning of Voren'thal's arrival and his tragic fate, Rommath saw an opportunity and secretly infiltrated the junkyard in Orgrimmar.
The garbage dump reeked, piles of leftover flesh and blood from Thrall's meal were stacked high, and countless Ooze crawled around.
Rommath searched carefully and, luckily, found the mangled body of Voren'thal.
Thrall had a habit of letting his food die a miserable death. Voren'thal lost his limbs, his eyes and tongue were gouged out, and his internal organs were emptied.
What sustained his life was the core of an Ooze, causing him endless pain until he eventually lost consciousness and gradually transformed into Ooze.
"Voren'thal, you're supposed to be Blood Elf Prophet, don't you know Thrall's cruelty? Look at your tragic end. You were smarter than Kael'thas, but you're nothing."
Rommath sighed, grabbed Voren'thal's mangled body, and teleported to Shattrath City.
In the Holy Light Square, Naru'adal remained silent, gazing at the gruesome remains of Voletaar on the altar.
A'dal possesses a bright, Holy Light, yet he cannot fathom the human heart.
With a crisp sound, A'dal stretched out his body, and blinding Holy Light descended from the sky, enveloping Voren'thal's remains.
His limbs grew out, eyeballs appeared in the hollow eye sockets, and his newly formed internal organs began to move.
In a short time, Voren'thal had recovered completely.
A'dal said regretfully, "Physical ailments are easy to cure, but emotional ailments are hard to heal. It's a pity, I had high hopes for him."
Voren'thal stood up, his eyes vacant, staring blankly at Rommath with a silly grin.
Rommath frowned. "Do you still recognize me? Prophet Voren'thal!"
"Don't eat me, don't eat me, help me, spare me!" Voren'thal, disheveled and drooling, knelt on the ground and kowtowed heavily.
He's gone mad.
Rommath felt a sense of shared sorrow, for the Blood Elf sage had become like this.
Thrall is so cruel.
Rommath said respectfully, "Thrall was so cruel because of the Burning Legion's support. Voren'thal was favored by the Holy Light, and this is the result."
A'dal was immediately displeased, as this implied that the Army of the Light was inferior to the Burning Legion.
"The Army of the Light has existed for countless ages, fighting against the Evil Void forces, and has never been at a disadvantage. What is the Burning Legion? Hmph, Thrall will pay the price for his cruelty."
Rommath was secretly pleased; this was exactly what he wanted to see.
Thrall was overjoyed to have devoured Voren'thal's limbs and internal organs.
Mercy only breeds betrayal; only ruthlessness and decisive killing can strike fear into the hearts of enemies. This is Thrall's secret to success.
Thrall's dinner was simple, consisting of only five Blood Elf women, and he prepared stir-fried pig brains.
Suddenly, a tremendous, earth-shaking sound was heard, and the Demons Lord Mannoroth revealed his true form, forcing his way into the chieftain's tent.
Mannoroth's body was like a small mountain, and Fel Fire burned fiercely in his path. The chieftain's tent creaked under the weight, as if it might collapse at any moment.
Thrall was terrified, not knowing how he had angered Mannoroth, and knelt down with a thud.
"Thrall, you are but a lowly Orcs. Have you forgotten who bestowed upon you such glory?" Mannoroth's voice boomed like thunder.
Thrall trembled and said humbly, "All glory belongs to the Burning Legion."
"But what have you done? You've angered me, you piece of trash."
Mannoroth gave Thrall no chance to explain, grabbed Thrall, and twisted his head off.
Thrall was unable to speak; he could only plead with his eyes.
Mannoroth took out a box that was filled with Fel and placed Thrall's head inside.
"The Fel Box can sustain your life for twelve hours. If you cannot obtain Voren'thal's forgiveness, the Fel burn your soul. Remember, Thrall is just a name, a symbol. You are not indispensable. I can find other Orcs to replace you at any time."
Mannoroth handed the Fel Box to Eitrigg, who was paralyzed with fear.
"Go and deliver Thrall's head to Sha'tar."
Eitrigg trembled as he accepted the Fel Box; Thrall's head twitched violently, clearly enduring terrible torment.
Mannoroth chuckled, "Eitrigg, you can easily take his place, inheriting Thrall's name and the Destiny of the Savior."
Eitrigg trembled, saying fearfully, "I dare not."
"You can change your mind at any time on the way to Shattrath."
Mannoroth swayed away, his enormous body moving, and a loud sound followed:
"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity; you'll definitely regret it if you miss it."
Eitrigg hesitated for a long time, but finally, Thrall's usual ruthlessness prevailed, and fear prevented him from resisting.
Shattrath City, Holy Light Plaza.
Eitrigg knelt on the ground, offering the Fel Box to the Naaru A'dal, begging for forgiveness.
The Fel Box flew to Voren'thal, revealing Thrall's head, and A'dal's kind voice came through:
"Voren'thal, will you forgive Thrall?"
Voren'thal awoke as if from a dream, his eyes instantly regaining their clarity and radiating the light of wisdom.
Looking around, Voren'thal knelt on the ground. "Thank you, Holy Light; thank you, Lord A'dal."
A'dal readily accepted.
Voren'thal grasped Rommath's hand again, saying emotionally, "You saved me; I will always remember this kindness."
Rommath scratched his head, looking embarrassed, and said, "I have my own reasons for doing this. The Blood Elves are planning to join the Horde, and I would Prophet your help, Prophet."
"Join the Horde?"
Voren'thal examined Thrall's head in the box, lost in thought.
I don't know what Naru A'dal did to get Eitrigg to deliver Thrall's head.
This means that the Army of the Light and the Burning Legion are not as opposed as they appear on the surface; they compete, but they also cooperate behind the scenes.
Killing Thrall vented my anger.
The cost is offending both the Holy Light and the Burning Legions, which is not worth it.
Voren'thal quickly made his decision and announced loudly:
"I had forgotten about Orgrimmar; the great Savior Thrall was so kind and benevolent."