Faced with a group of vicious Lower City bosses, the two adventurers trembled like lambs to the slaughter.
"Alright, stop scaring them."
The initiator of this meeting, Arakkoa toying with the Teebu's Fervor Longsword of Tebu, smiled faintly:
"Thrall is a butcher, a ruthless villain who slaughters the world. Only foolish adventurers would believe he's Savior. These two good-for-nothings are only slightly useful."
A Cyclops with a scarred face approached the adventurer and asked menacingly:
"You said you saw Orcs underwater, tell us what happened!"
One of the adventurers said nervously, "We saw a group of Orcs with our own eyes, as agile as Naga, constantly killing people. The leader covered his face, and he wielded his hammer very well."
"How so?" the ferocious Tiger Person asked in a deep voice.
"One hammer blow and you can smash a skull," the adventurer said in horror.
The Lower City bigwigs present all fell into deep thought.
"Are you sure he's Thrall?" the Fel Orcs asked loudly, his eyes wide.
The two adventurers were filled with unease and shook their heads.
The Arakkoa waved his hand, and someone led the two adventurers away.
The servants brought out roasted, golden-brown Clefthoof calves, and everyone ate and talked.
Akama spoke first:
"That night, the defenses of Serpent Lake were fully activated, and the underwater pressure was extremely high. The resistance increased several times after swinging the hammer. Unless he was a highly skilled Shaman, he wouldn't be able to withstand the water resistance."
"Shaman among the Orcs, skilled with a hammer, captured by Vashj." Gronn, now shrunk in size, exhaled. "Who else could it be but Thrall?"
"I knew all along that the Shaman in the Horde was a fake." The Ogre slammed his fist on the table in anger.
The Arakkoa's fierce gaze swept around the room, and he said loudly, "Gentlemen, our business is thanks to Thrall's patronage. Although it's a 10/90 split, we can still make a little money. Since Thrall was captured, our business has been declining, and we're almost starving."
Akama glanced at the Arakkoa, who claimed to be a descendant of Anzu and ran a down blanket workshop.
It takes killing hundreds of Arakkoa and harvesting their down to make a single blanket.
Then the souls of the Arakkoa are sealed in blankets, which keep them warm in winter and cool in summer, and protect them from mosquito bites—one of the most expensive luxuries in the Horde.
The cunning Ogre stroked his chin and said, "After Thrall disappeared, it was thanks to our combined efforts that we tricked the adventurers of Azeroth. We thought Thrall was rescued and these adventurers were useless, perfect food for the Orcs. Who would have thought that Saurfang the Great had deceived us?"
This Ogre is the biggest slave trader in Draenor, possessing the largest number of Ogre slaves. His favorite pastime is slaughtering Ogre villages, killing the old, weak, and sick, and capturing all the able-bodied Ogres.
The ferocious-looking Tiger Person roared angrily, "I sent someone with lavish gifts to see Thrall, and guess what he said? He claimed he needed to discuss it with Saurfang the Great before making a decision. When has the great Savior Thrall ever had to defer to Saurfang? That's when I started to have my doubts."
This Tiger Person runs a leather factory, and his hand-stitched tiger-skin coats, backpacks, belts, and other Horde are highly sought after by the tribal nobility.
The most imposing figure present Gronn, said in a deep voice, "Gentlemen, we must rescue Thrall, but unfortunately, the defenses of Serpent Lake are stronger than we anticipated, and this Vashj is not easy to deal with."
This Gronn is Draenor's biggest mount merchant, offering everything from Clefthoof and Talbuk to Freshwater Beast mounts.
They are particularly adept at reselling underage Gronn mounts, using secret drugs to prevent young Gronn from growing up and stopping their development, then training them to serve as mounts for others.
The scarred Cyclops grumbled, "We all know Thrall only eats the heart and flesh of Pandaren and Tauren. I sent people to investigate secretly, and the Thrall we see now is eating flatbread. He must be a fake, otherwise I'd gouge out his one eye."
The eyes of Cyclops are exquisite treasures, crafted to perfection and known as the Tears of the Stars, worth a fortune. This Cyclops monopolized the Tears of the Stars in Draenor.
Akama glanced furtively at the silent businessman from the Consortium.
The Ethereal of the Consortium are a greedy bunch, with a particular fondness for all sorts of precious minerals.
Seeing everyone's worried expressions, Ethereal finally spoke:
"To rescue Thrall, we must take an unconventional path. In the Mana-Tombs of Auchindoun, Nexus-Prince Shaffar has discovered a Titans Relic called the Node Key. If we obtain this Titans Relic, rescuing Thrall will be a piece of cake."
Akama asked with interest, "What is Node Key?"
Seeing the greedy expressions on everyone's faces, Ethereal remained calm and said:
"The Node Key is a staff crafted by the Titan Aggramar to manage the spatial nodes of Draenor, allowing free movement within Draenor. However, it is hidden deep within the Mana Tomb spatial node, and Prince Sha'far is still excavating it, with progress not going smoothly."
"We must get the Node Key as soon as possible and rescue Thrall!" the furious Tiger Person roared.
The composed Arakkoa asked in a low voice, "Calm down, how can we help?"
The Ethereal being said expressionlessly, "The spatial nodes are interconnected and have countless spatial rifts. To enter a spatial node, one must experiment repeatedly to find the correct path. If we have enough manpower, finding the Node Key is not difficult."
Akama was secretly shocked. Spatial Rifts were the most dangerous mazes; once lost, one could never find their way out.
The Arakkoa slammed his fist on the table and stood up. "Saving the great Savior Thrall is of utmost urgency! For the sake of Azeroth, for the sake of Outland, we must contact the courageous adventurers as soon as possible!"
The Tiger Person scoffed, "The foolish adventurers of Azeroth are almost all dead."
Akama shook his head. "Don't worry, although Thrall killed over a million adventurers in Azeroth, that's just a drop in the Kodo. Azeroth's potential is beyond imagination."
The Ogre added, "Not only adventurers from Azeroth, but also those from Outland. They're all a bunch of idiots; they deserve to die."
Coilfang Reservoir.
Thrall, who went by the alias Gudan, was commended by Vashj for his bravery in battle. In addition to being the overseer, he was also promoted to patrol captain.
From that time on, Thrall was qualified to lead a group of Orcs to patrol the Slave Pens.
However, Vashj's surveillance of him did not loosen; on the contrary, it became even more stringent.
After the Bloodline Connection locked onto Thrall sensed it and knew this was a good way to escape, but he had been struggling to find an opportunity.
On this day, the Serpentshrine Cavern welcomed a guest, a Blood Trolls woman who bowed slightly to Vashj.
"Yierna, the Blood Troll Wars Mistress, greets Lady Vashj."
Ms. Vashj raised her right hand and chuckled:
"War Mistress Yierna, you've come all the way from Nazmir, you must be tired. I need your help with a small matter concerning Blood Magic."
Yierna confidently stated, "As long as it falls under the realm of Blood Magic, I'll answer any questions I have and will definitely help."
Vashj's snake-like eyes gleamed with a dangerous light.
"I need you to track down a group of people who use Blood Magic and find their location."