Miu'en's face was ferocious, his body shrouded in blood, resembling Demons, and his hands reached out like fans.
The Tauren's hand had three fingers, which were originally thick and short, but now they had transformed into three slender, sharp blades, shrouded in a thick aura of blood.
Durotan drew his Battle Axe, intending to resist, but felt his blood surging within him, and his head was spinning, leaving him powerless.
Seeing his wife Draka lying unconscious on the ground, Durotan was filled with rage, but his eyelids were too heavy, and he finally fell asleep.
By the time Nobundo arrived, Miu'en had already tied the Durotans up tightly.
Nobundo was taken aback, realizing that the Tauren before him was very cunning; no wonder he could become the leader of the Earthen Ring.
"With them, we can rescue the great Savior Thrall; the Earthen Ring has once again saved Azeroth."
Miu'en and Nobundo each carried one back to the stone house in Durotan, where the other members of the Earthen Ring gathered.
"Chief, where shall we hold the blood ritual?" Having witnessed Miu'en's true strength, Nobundo became much more polite.
Blood rituals cause magical fluctuations, which are easily detected by magic-based classes.
Miu'en narrowed his eyes slightly. "Zangarmarsh is under Saurfang's control, Sporeggar is hardly safe, Shattrath City is the Holy Light's territory; using Blood Magic will definitely be detected by A'dal."
Miu'en took out a map of Outland, studied it for a while, and pointed to the Blade's Edge Mountains, saying, "From a straight-line distance perspective, Coilfang Reservoir is very close to Bloodmaul Outpost. I'm very familiar with the people of Grel'nok at Bloodmaul Outpost, so I can use this place to perform rituals."
Setting down the map, Miu'en added, "We're not familiar with the Blood Ritual, so mistakes are inevitable. It might require multiple casts to succeed. The Bloodmaul Ogres possess a magical ability that allows them to continuously generate blood, thus sparing Durotan and his wife their lives."
Nobundo muttered to himself, he had never heard of the Bloodmaul Ogre possessing such magic.
Only Blood Magic can achieve this.
The people of the Earthen Ring rode on Wyvern, flying over the Zangarmarsh and entering the rugged, craggy peaks.
The rocks of the Blade's Edge Mountains have been shaped into sharp cones by weathering, resembling countless sharp knives extending from the mountain, hence the name.
At Bloodmaul Outpost, the Ogre Grel'nok greeted them warmly.
After explaining their purpose, they arranged a secret room inside a cave in Bloodmaul Ravine.
The Shaman of the Earthen Ring built a Blood Altar, and placed the unconscious Durotan and his wife on top of Altar.
Miu'en and Nobundo cast Blood Bond Together.
Under the blessing of the Blood Altar, Durotan and his wife shed a large amount of blood; it's hard to imagine that the blood shed by the two Orcs was enough to fill an Ogre.
Miu'en made a grasping motion with his right hand, drawing out the essence from the couple's blood. The essence and blood energy, like smoke and mist, gathered together.
The blood energy formed a thin red line, swaying and pointing towards the Coilfang Reservoir, proving that there were bloodlines similar to theirs there.
Miu'en and Nobundo both breathed a sigh of relief, confirming that Thrall was indeed the son of Durotan and his wife.
Once the Blood Bond was established and Thrall's location was locked, the next step was to use spatial magic to teleport Thrall back in reverse.
However, this spell carries a great risk. Thrall, who is teleported, cannot be disturbed and it is best to cast the spell when everyone is asleep late at night.
The Slave Pens.
Thrall thrived, rising to a position among the overseers second only to the Mennu the Betrayer. In his quest for promotion and reward, he grew increasingly ruthless.
More than two thousand Orcs were captured along with Thrall.
After being subjected to Thrall's cruel punishment, there are now fewer than seven hundred of them left, and they have all become obedient, cute, and submissive little lambs.
Thrall had already figured out Vashj's thoughts. She didn't care about the Orcs' lives or deaths, and even tortured Orcs to death, which earned Vashj praise.
Thrall's ability to tame the ferocious and savage Orcs into gentle lambs demonstrated his skill and strength, leaving Mennu the Betrayer in awe.
Saurfang led the Orgrimmar Orcs into Zangarmarsh, where the Naga forces frequently launched attacks, capturing large numbers of Orcs.
Thrall's methods towards the new Orcs became increasingly cruel, to the point that they terrified everyone who heard of them.
The once unruly Orcs would tremble with fear at the mere mention of the name "Gudan".
The brutality and savagery of the "Gudan" spread beyond the Slave Pens to the Zangarmarsh, even reaching the ears of Saurfang the Great.
Saurfang the Great publicly swore that if the Slave Pens were breached, he would tear "Gudan" to pieces, extract his soul, and create a vengeful spirit to torment his soul forever.
However, Thrall didn't care at all; torturing Orcs had become his interest and hobby.
Thrall was somewhat disappointed that Thrall couldn't find Eitrigg, Vol'jin, and the others; Vashj had hidden them very well.
On this day, an overseer arrived at the Slave Pens. Leotheras the Blind from the Serpentshrine Cavern, inspected the Slave Pens and was very satisfied with its performance.
Leothelas was a Demon Hunter, one of the first five Blood Elves to undergo the Demons Demon Hunter Trial.
Because of his abnormal condition, Illidan sent him to Serpentshrine Cavern to recuperate.
Leotheras and Thrall sat cross-legged facing each other, chatting casually. Thrall vividly described how cruelly he tortured the Orcs.
"Do you have a hatred for Orcs?" Leotheras asked curiously.
Thrall chuckled and said, "I have no grudge against them, I just feel an immense sense of pleasure. Whenever I see Orcs being tortured to the point of wishing they were dead, I feel a surge of exhilaration."
Leothelas remained silent for a long time, then sighed:
"Everyone has an inner demon, a dark side of the soul belonging to intelligent beings. I can find the inner demon, but it is very difficult for people to overcome their own inner demons."
Thrall was startled upon hearing this. "I don't want to try."
Leothras shook his head. "You have no inner demons within you."
Thrall laughed heartily, "Looks like I really am different from everyone else."
"Yes." Leothras nodded. "The original you is dead. What controls your body now is your inner demon."
Thrall's expression turned grim.
Leothelas declared loudly, "Most of those who have made their mark on history are controlled by their inner demons, acting recklessly and without restraint. You shouldn't be a mere overseer."
Thrall felt a sudden chill run down his spine.
"You're not Gudan, you're Thrall, aren't you?"
The Slave Pens are where Orcs work the longest hours, often until the wee hours of the morning, and generally get no more than three hours of Sleep.
Thrall was in a bad mood that day, so the Orcs laborers were able to rest before Midnight.
Exhausted, the Orcs laborers collapsed and fell asleep immediately. They had no place to live, so the mines were their resting place, and they lay sprawled on the ground.
A faint scent of blood entered the nose of an Orcs.
Thrall's double, Gudan, awoke from his dream. Gudan was a clever man; to prevent Thrall's revenge, he disfigured himself shortly after entering the Slave Pens.
A voice echoed in Gudan's ears:
"Great Savior Thrall, the Earthen Ring has come to your rescue. Do not resist, for you will be free."