Thrall, who called himself Gudan, became known for his cruelty after becoming the overseer.
Every day, there were Orcs failed to meet the standards, Thrall would personally execute them in public, his methods so cruel as to be utterly appalling.
The Orcs lived in constant fear, often having nightmares, and no one dared to slack off anymore.
The Mennu the Betrayer looked at him with newfound respect, patted him on the shoulder, and said:
"I betrayed the Broken, gained Vashj's trust, and became the overseer leader so that my people wouldn't suffer so much. You're truly ruthless."
Thrall didn't care at all and laughed:
"I just wanted to do my job well, I didn't think much of it, that's all."
Thrall's methods enabled him to quickly rise through the ranks, becoming the foreman second only to Mennu.
This also aroused the dissatisfaction of the Orcs, who discussed it privately.
"Who is this Gudan? He's so ruthless! He skinned my cousin alive, and he wailed all night before finally dying."
"Orgrimmar has never seen such ruthless Orcs. Are they from elsewhere?"
"Gudan, I know him. He's an imposter of the Savior Thrall. That guy is cunning and treacherous."
"So it was him! The great Savior Thrall will surely lead us to freedom, and then he will pay for his crimes in blood."
The disappearance of Thrall, the Savior, and the leaders of the Horde tribes is an extremely shameful event; if word gets out, it will cause the Horde to lose all face.
Orgrimmar, Thunder Bluff, and Silvermoon City are all doing their utmost to keep the situation secret while actively sending people to rescue them.
After Thrall's disappearance, High Saurfang the Great took charge of the Orcs' affairs, and Sylvanas came to visit him.
"The great Savior Thrall has gone missing. How can Orgrimmar rescue him?" Sylvanas asked.
Saurfang grinned. "Without Thrall, we Orcs would lose our reason for being. However, Orgrimmar is going through a turbulent time, with many important matters to attend to, and we don't have enough manpower. The Guardian Medivh went to Outland a few days ago; I believe Thrall will be saved."
Sylvanas raised an eyebrow. "As far as I know, Coilfang Reservoir has not been attacked. Medivh was defeated by Illidan, so I guess he wouldn't dare to make any rash moves."
Saurfang was troubled:
"All the Orcs desperately want to save Thrall, but unfortunately, the Orcs are not good at naval warfare and are no match for the Naga. They are truly powerless and hope that the Forsaken can lend a helping hand."
Sylvanas coldly replied, "The Forsaken are afraid of water; water is like poison to us. Coilfang Reservoir requires underwater combat, which is very disadvantageous for us."
Saurfang produced a map of Zangarmarsh: "Zangarmarsh a harsh environment, teeming with fungi and spores. If we want to attack Coilfang Reservoir, we need a base. The Cenarion Expedition Camp has been destroyed, and without the help of nature-loving Druids, establishing a new camp is impossible."
Sylvanas said tactfully, "The Cenarion Circle's Peace Dove faction have been almost completely wiped out; they can't help."
Saurfang understood immediately. "Then it can only be Telredor."
Telredor is the Alliance's stronghold in Zangarmarsh, built atop a giant mushroom, accessible by elevator, making it easy to defend and difficult to attack.
Of course, if Vashj really wanted to take over this stronghold, she could do so entirely if she was willing to pay the price.
Sylvanas's gaze was cold. "Whoever wants to rescue Thrall must set up camp on Telredor."
Saurfang was very uneasy. "Although Telredor belongs to the Draenei, we all know that the Draenei are a bunch of idiots. Velen has turned them into brainless wastes."
"Therefore you must act quickly. If the adventurers who rescue Thrall form a large enough force, it will be disadvantageous for both of us," Sylvanas warned.
Saurfang stroked his sharp fangs. "Thrall has been tyrannical in his Horde over the Horde, killing countless people and is unpopular. I can't think of anyone willing to step forward and save Thrall."
The prophet Nobundo will never forget the night Shattrath City fell.
For 25,000 years, the Draenei have been wandering, protected by the Holy Light.
However, on that night, Shattrath City fell, and the Holy Light rejected the Draenei.
The Prophet Velen answered the call of the Holy Light, demanding that the Draenei lay down their weapons and surrender to the Orcs, while he himself led his confidants to retreat through the Secret Passage.
Nobundo refused Velen's orders and took up arms to fight, with too many civilians and children behind him needing his protection.
Even much later, he still remembered that night vividly.
His enemy was a powerful Orcs general.
At that time Nobundo was not Broken; he had a robust physique and was two heads taller than the Orcs general.
He could take on ten Orcs at once, without even needing to use Holy Light.
Strangely, the Holy Light did not protect him; instead, it became a burden. His limbs felt unusually heavy, and his back seemed to be weighed down by a thousand pounds.
Even so, he still managed to severely wound the Orcs general, watching him fall into a pool of blood.
Then a miracle happened; Holy Light descended from the sky and healed the Orcs's wounds.
The Orcs stood up again, grinning mockingly at him.
From that moment on, Nobundo's faith crumbled.
Orcs are the chosen ones favored by the Holy Light.
The Draenei have wandered for 25,000 years, enduring countless hardships, only to become food for the Orcs?
For rebelling against the Orcs, Nobundo was punished by the Holy Light and fell into a red, poisonous mist.
When he awoke, he found himself surrounded by the corpses of his people; the Draenei had been brutally dismembered.
Nobundo survived because his body had changed; it had been infected by the poisonous fog, his skin had cracked, and it emitted a foul stench.
He's going to die.
Nobundo first prayed for Holy Light, but unfortunately there was no response.
Desperate, Nobundo prayed to the elements, something Velen had forbidden him to do.
The elements responded to Nobundo, but the energy they gave him was insufficient to heal his shattered body.
In order to survive and to tell the truth to more people, Nobundo invoked Fel.
Twenty-five thousand years ago, some of the Eredar left because they rejected Fel; these are the Draenei of today.
Unfortunately, what he got in return was a miserable life of wandering, so weak that he was slaughtered by the backward and barbaric Orcs.
The Fel readily responded to Nobundo, granting him a new life.
For years, Nobundo disguised himself as Shaman, and no one knew that he harbored Fel within him.
He was waiting for the perfect opportunity.
Exodar, a peaceful night.
The Holy Light suddenly descended, Nobundo very uncomfortable, squinting as he admired the golden light.
"Nobundo, rise! Azeroth is in grave danger, and the great Savior Thrall is suffering. You must rise up and save him."
"What do I care about the suffering of the Orcs?" Nobundo retorted. "I'd rather see them all die."
"Nobundo, what made you so cruel?" Holy Light asked, puzzled.
Nobundo struggled to close his eyes. "I always have nightmares, about the night Shattrath City fell, the dead Draenei disemboweled, blue blood soaking the earth, the agonizing screams of Draenei women as they were killed, their bodies carelessly discarded. And I have no courage to fight, I call upon the Holy Light, but there is no response."
The Holy Light spoke gently, "Nobundo, don't you understand? The Draenei's 25,000-year wandering was all for the sake of the Orcs."