Remulos transformed into a giant eagle, grabbed the real and fake Thrall, and struggled to fly away. His wounds reopened, and blood fell like a torrential rain.
Vashj's lips curled up slightly.
Even if Remulos is unharmed, he won't escape Vashj's sight.
Moreover, he was seriously injured and was dragging along both the real and fake Thrall.
Hamuul Runetotem had just rushed in front of Vashj when he was trapped in a pre-arranged trap.
The trap exploded, and countless spikes pierced Hamuul's body.
Hamuul, transformed into Juxiong, possessed thick, tough skin and hairs as sharp as steel needles, making him impervious to water and fire, and ordinary traps were powerless against him.
However, he had just been disemboweled by Thrall, the sharp spikes piercing his soft internal organs, causing a burst of toxins, and he immediately felt dizzy and weak all over.
At the same time, Vashj drew her bow and arrow and aimed it at Remulos in the air.
"For Thrall, the Savior; for Azeroth; for the Orcs."
Hamuul's body turned blood red, and he let out an angry roar, desperately breaking free from the trap and striking Vashj with his palm.
Vashj had no choice but to retreat, shooting an arrow into Hamuul's wound. The terrible poison spread rapidly, turning his flesh an ominous green.
"The most desperate moment hasn't come yet. I can still fight. Thrall Horde lives on, fighting for Savior."
Hamuul struggled to his feet, his eyes bloodshot, and lunged at Vashj again.
To his despair, Remulos, transformed into a giant eagle, plummeted from the sky. Although Hamuul interrupted Vashj, the other Naga fired arrows.
Two Thrall, one real and one fake, plummeted from the sky, brandishing their claws and crying for help. Hamuul had no choice but to return and bravely caught both Thrall.
Two heavy Orcs smashed into Hamuul, tearing his skin open, blood streaming from his mouth and nose, and breaking countless bones.
"I upheld the orthodoxy of the Horde. Tauren will always be food for Orcs. My life has been worthwhile." With that, he fainted.
"A stupid bull, shouting that he lives for the Orcs." Vashj stepped on Hamuul's head.
Naga rushed forward and bound the real and fake Thrall, who were dazed and confused from the fall.
"Nazgrel, I've heard you're a renowned general of the Horde. Do you dare to fight me?"
Vashj taunted dismissively, "If you defeat me in a duel, I'll let you and Thrall leave."
Nazgrel is the chieftain of the Dark Scar Clans, who values honor above all else and is unafraid to die on the battlefield. He reaches for the Battle Axe on his back.
The Battle Axe landed in my hand, feeling incredibly heavy, making it difficult to swing smoothly.
Nazgrel then realized that his body was covered in flabby flesh, and that the glory he gained by betraying adventurers had robbed him of his strong physique.
Nazgrel laid down his weapon and obediently knelt on the ground.
Thrall, who had been captured alive, roared in anger:
"Nazgrel, you have disappointed me greatly. Why didn't you fight bravely? As Orcs, you should fight to the death. You have disgraced the Orcs, you incompetent piece of trash."
Vashj then looked at Cairne Bloodhoof: "Tauren, food of the Orcs, cowardice and weakness are your hallmarks. Do you have the courage to fight me?"
Cairne Bloodhoof drew his Runed Spear, snorting angrily as he approached Vashj.
"I will absolutely not allow you to insult the great Tauren. Let us have a fair fight."
Cairne Bloodhoof's eyes widened as he raised his Runed Spear high and charged Charge.
Vashj fired an arrow lightly, slowly and without any force, Cairne Bloodhoof easily deflected it.
Bang!
The arrows exploded, releasing a cloud of black mist. Countless Tauren appeared before Cairne Bloodhoof, howling, screaming, and struggling.
"Help me!"
"I don't want to be eaten by Orcs."
"You are the chieftain of the Tauren, why did you betray the Tauren to the Orcs? You traitor!"
Countless black arms stretched out from the ground, gripping Cairne's hooves tightly.
The ghost crawled up his leg and began to bite Cairne.
Cairne, feeling trapped in a quagmire, roared in frustration, shouting furiously:
"Useless! Tauren are nothing but trash, not even worthy of being Orcs food. I have built a glorious future for the Tauren, and they should thank me. I, Cairne Bloodhoof, the greatest chieftain in Tauren history, have been farsighted and have devoted myself to the Tauren race. You understand nothing."
A huge Orcs head appeared before Cairne, as large as a house, and it was Thrall's face.
"Come on, Cairne, you're honored to be eaten by me."
Cairne was so frightened that his limbs went weak and he dared not resist, Runed Spear fell to the ground.
Everyone was puzzled, watching as Cairne danced wildly, then turned pale, Naga swarmed him, capturing Cairne without resistance.
"This is a curse," Archmage Rosman whispered. "Vashj is acting strangely."
Vashj cursed, "Tauren are all useless! Lor'themar, Regent of Silvermoon City, the Blood Elf elves have been reduced to a pittance in order to join the Horde. Do you have the guts to fight me?"
Lor'themar drew his family's longsword and strode up to Vashj.
"Did you feel it?" Vashj asked with a smile.
"What did you say?" Lor'themar didn't understand, and suddenly, a sense of powerlessness welled up inside her.
Lor'themar knelt on the ground, leaning on her sword, feeling her life force draining away.
Countess Liadrin exclaimed, "Your face!"
Lor'themar touched her face; her once smooth skin was now covered in wrinkles, like the bark of an old tree.
Looking into the smooth, mirror-like blade, Lor'themar saw his aged face, as if he had seen a ghost.
Vashj smiled slightly and said, "You have killed too many of your people. They are seeking justice from you. This is just the beginning. When your soul enters the Shadowlands, you will never find peace."
The Naga swarmed forward, locking the exhausted Lor'themar firmly in place.
Vashj then looked at Vol'jin: "Chieftain of the Darkspear Tribe, you betrayed the entire Darkspear Tribe to gain your current glory. Are you willing to fight me?"
Vol'jin remained unfazed and said:
"I owe the Darkspear Tribe nothing. Back then, my people saw me as an outsider and wished they could devour me alive. There was nothing unfair about me selling them all out to the Orcs."
Having said that, Vol'jin threw down his weapon and surrendered.
In this battle, the Cenarion Expedition was completely annihilated, and the leaders Horde various tribes and the Druids were all taken prisoner.
The Naga forces raided the Cenarion Expedition Camp, Kael'thas emerged from the shadows.
Kael'thas was acting strangely; two of the three magic orbs on his back had turned black, and his once handsome face had become gaunt.
Kael'thas played a crucial role in quickly eliminating Thrall's three thousand elite Orcs and conquering the expeditionary camp.
"Are you alright?" Vashj asked with concern, touching Carl's face.
"The power from the Shadowlands has affected me, but it's alright; this is the price I have to pay."
"Horde tribal leaders have fallen into our hands. Are we going to kill them all?" Vashj asked.
Kael'thas shook his head. "The time is not yet ripe. Killing them is pointless; it merely changes their representative. We must wait for someone to break the cycle of Destiny."
"Doing nothing is so disappointing," Vashj, feeling very unwilling.
"No, this is our chance," Kael'thas said firmly. "We must make those behind this pay a heavy price to prepare for the final battle."
Vashj imprisoned all the prisoners in the Slave Pens and did not announce the results of the battle to the public, but the news still spread throughout Azeroth through secret channels.