In the Serpentshrine Cavern's Mana Hall, a group of Naga were busily constructing a Blood Altar.
Vashj stared at the Altar, her expression indifferent, a barely perceptible sneer playing at the corners of her lips.
Originating from hazy memories of the ancient Azshara court, Vashj knows many earth-shattering spells.
For example, finding the clowns trying to rescue Thrall, including Vashj, is something many people in Serpentshrine Cavern can do; it's not difficult.
But she always kept a warning in her mind: never use these long-lost Highborne spells.
She didn't know where this warning came from; it might be an ancient memory existing in her blood.
Therefore, Vashj had to pay a high price to buy a Blood Trolls.
The Blood Altar was built beautifully; the Naga followed Yierna's instructions meticulously, and there was nothing wrong with it.
"Perfect," Yierna said with a charming smile. "I need a lot of blood to cast the spell."
"We've been ready for a long time." Vashj clapped her hands, Naga guards brought in a hundred adventurers.
In the Battle of Serpent Lake, a total of 50,000 Horde adventurers were captured, many of whom chose death over surrender, remaining loyal to the great Savior Thrall.
"I'm a little worried." Vashj's full head of snakes trembled slightly, countless venomous snakes flicking their bright red tongues. "If we can't wipe out these rats hiding in the corners in one fell swoop, they might jump out again at any time."
Yierna's blood-red eyes flickered. "You invited me here, of course, not just to find these rats. I have a way to solve this problem once and for all."
What method?
Yierna slowly raised her head and said seriously, "It costs more money."
Through Thrall's Bloodline Connection, Yierna successfully located the hiding place of Miu'en, Nobundo, and the Durotan couple.
That noon, Thrall led fifty Orcs on patrol of the Slave Pens and was surprised to find that the eyes that had been watching him had disappeared.
The astute Thrall was somewhat incredulous. He checked again and confirmed that the watcher hiding in the shadows was indeed gone.
Thrall sensed a possible conspiracy, but his yearning for freedom made him decide to give it a try.
All around were hard-working laborers, and Naga overseers who appeared from time to time.
To avoid arousing suspicion, Thrall dared not leave his post.
Leading fifty Orcs to a corner, Thrall shouted:
"Turn around, everyone."
The Orcs all turned around and surrounded Thrall in the center, completely sealing him off.
A golden opportunity had arrived, Thrall sent a signal through their Bloodline Connection.
Deep within the caves of Bloodmaul Outpost, Miu'en and Nobundo a moment, waiting for Thrall's signal.
The signal finally arrived, and the two were overjoyed. Their long wait had finally paid off, and they hurriedly activated the Blood Teleportation Array.
The power of blood enveloped Thrall, completely covering him.
An unexpected event occurred: the bright red liquid rapidly expanded, engulfing fifty Orcs soldiers.
With a flash of bloody light, Thrall and the entire patrol vanished without a trace.
The blood teleportation went awry. Knowing Thrall's temperament well, Miu'en didn't wait for the teleportation to finish and immediately stood up.
"I'll go prepare lunch. The reunion of the Savior Thrall and his family is a joyous occasion and deserves a celebration."
Nobundo glanced at the unconscious, blood-soaked Durotan and his wife on the Altar, and said with a glint in his eye:
"Come along, I'm so happy for the Savior, I've prepared a small gift."
Miu'en and Nobundo each harbored their own ulterior motives. After leaving the cave, one transformed into a blue Ghost Wolf, and the other into a blood-red bat, and they fled at top speed.
The blood teleportation ended, Thrall was pinned down by a group of Orcs, taking a long time to get up.
"Damn it, you bunch of barbaric trash, you've crushed me!" Thrall roared angrily, whipping the nearest Orcs hard.
Having vented his anger, Thrall surveyed his surroundings.
The spacious cave was filled with shimmering Magic Crystals, and in the center of the cave, a blood-red Altar was flowing with copious amounts of blood.
An elderly Orcs couple lay on the Altar, Thrall clearly felt a blood connection with them.
Blood Magic, specifically the Bloodline Connection, can only be used between the closest of relatives.
Thrall's heart skipped a beat. Could these two be his parents?
"I am Thrall, the great Savior of Azeroth, an Azeroth- like being. If people knew that my parents were still alive, I would become more mundane and lose my majesty and mystery. That is absolutely unacceptable."
A blazing light suddenly flashed in Thrall's eyes as he thought to himself, "Anyone who threatens my position deserves to die."
Just then, a large amount of blood gushed from the Blood Altar, nourishing Durotan and his wife.
Durotan and his wife slowly awoke and immediately saw Thrall standing before them, who looked exactly like Gudan.
Draka burst into tears, her hand trembling as she raised it:
"My son, for so many years, I have dreamt of you countless times, my heart aching with longing. Finally, I have seen you."
Durotan, tears streaming down his face, exclaimed, "Thank goodness, Thrall, our family is finally reunited!"
Thrall's lips curled slightly as he demanded sharply, "Who ordered you to impersonate my parents?"
Durotan was slightly taken aback. "Son, you've misunderstood. We are your parents; our Blood Bond are the proof."
Thrall said with dramatic intonation, "My father was the great Frostwolf Clan Chieftain Durotan, and my mother was the highly respected Orcs heroine Draka, who was murdered by villains shortly after my birth."
Durotan said sorrowfully, "Child, I am Durotan. Miu'en and Nobundo can testify to this. Wait, where are they?"
"Oh, really?" Thrall sneered as he sized up the old Orcs before him. "Don't say I didn't give you a chance. My father was a great warrior who once single-handedly charged into the Blackrock Clan's million-strong army, easily taking the head of a Blackrock general and smashing him and his Gronn mount into mincemeat."
Durotan panicked. Every Orcs chieftain had a legendary story, though they were all fabricated.
"You're old, your strength isn't what it used to be," Thrall sneered sarcastically. "Back then, you could move through a million-strong army as if it were nothing. Dealing with ten of my men shouldn't be too difficult for you now."
Ten Orcs guards stepped forward and surrounded Durotan.
Durotan pleaded, "My child, listen to me, it's not like that. The story of charging into a million-strong army is just a lie."
Thrall flew into a rage. "You damned old Orcs, how dare you slander my father! How dare you desecrate the great Frostwolf Clan Chieftain Durotan! Tell me, who ordered you to do this?"
Ten Orcs raised their fists and swung them at Durotan.
As the saying goes, two fists can't beat four hands. Durotan had just recovered from blood loss and was unable to stand up on his own. He was quickly knocked to the ground, spitting blood.
Draka knelt on the ground and wept, "My child, this is your father."
Gudan appeared out of nowhere, leaning against the wall watching the commotion, clapping his hands and saying:
"Look, this is your youngest son, on whom you placed so much hope. You thought you could use the name of the Savior to bully others, but you never expected him to end up in such a miserable state."
Thrall turned around abruptly, stared at Gudan, and exclaimed in surprise, "It's you!"
Gudan shrugged. "That's right, it's me. Father, Mother, are you wondering why we, twin brothers, have such different personalities?"
Thrall simply sneered and remained silent.
Gudan pointed at Thrall: "My unparalleled talent is just a facade. He is the Orcs leader appointed by the Burning Legion. What you fear and worry about will all become reality."