Thrall gave a sinister laugh, and with a wave of his hand, the soldiers swarmed forward, surrounding Gudan.
With the situation completely under control, Thrall found a chair and sat down with his great sword flashing.
"Everyone knows that I, Thrall, the Savior, am benevolent and kind, a moral exemplar for Azeroth. But I also have my limits. If you threaten me, don't blame me for being impolite."
Draka was in tears, just sobbing softly.
Durotan struggled to stand up, but a soldier pressed his foot firmly against his chest. He pleaded helplessly:
"For the sake of you being our biological parents, please let us leave. We will continue to live in seclusion in the mountains and never concern ourselves with worldly affairs."
Thrall approached Durotan and looked him straight in the eyes:
Would you agree if you were in my shoes?
Durotan's expression changed.
The change of chieftainship was filled with bloodshed and slaughter.
In Durotan's mind appeared an old Orcs kneeling on the ground, pleading desperately for a chance to leave behind a single heir for his clan.
Durotan coldly refused.
Now it's just a matter of roles being reversed; Durotan has become the Orcs was kneeling on the ground back then.
"You truly are my son, an excellent Orcs Warchief."
Durotan, having given up hope, slowly closed his eyes.
Gudan didn't care at all, and said with a smile, "Durotan, my dear father, if I were the Warchief, this wouldn't have happened."
Thrall looked up at this arrogant stand-in who had inexplicably become his brother, and felt a surge of annoyance.
"Then you should die first."
Two burly Orcs grabbed Gudan by the shoulders, dragged him to the Altar, and kicked him to the ground.
Gudan's face made intimate contact with the Altar, an Orcs pressing firmly against his head. Gudan smiled and muttered to himself:
"When I left the Tomb of Sargeras, someone told me that losing life brings hope, and giving up everything brings power. But I couldn't do it. I could never give up this Orcs body, nor could I sever my feelings for the Orcs, even though I was hurt by my people time and time again, and my life was filled with endless suffering. Gul'dan, I'm sorry."
Thrall was baffled and thought he was talking nonsense, so he nodded.
An Orcs soldier drew his weapon and killed Gudan on the Altar, his blood flowing freely.
"Look, an ambitious fellow has died just like that." Thrall grinned as he sized up Durotan. "A ruthless, bloodthirsty villain, trying to move others with kinship—how laughable! Durotan, how you treat others is how others will treat you. In our Orcs, this is retribution."
Durotan and his wife were taken to the Altar. Thrall took one last look at Durotan, the brave chieftain of the Frostwolf Clan, who wept like a baby.
After Thrall left the cave, he looked at the clear sky and felt a sense of peace and freedom.
Afterwards, you need to return to Orgrimmar and regain the position of Warchief.
But Saurfang was clearly not going to give up easily, Thrall had already come up with a plan.
He borrowed 100,000 Orcs from the Caverns of Time, besieged the city, and even Varok Saurfang had to submit.
Mannoroth, the Pit Lord, is also on Thrall's side.
Saurfang is nothing but a clown; he can't cause any real trouble.
Just as Thrall was lost in thought, a large group of Naga surrounded him, with Vashj leading the way.
The Ogre Grel'nok, leader of Bloodmaul Outpost, followed Vashj respectfully, smiling ingratiatingly.
"Supervisor Gudan, you've done a great job." Vashj smiled broadly.
Thrall's entire plan shattered instantly. He was crestfallen, nearly collapsed, and instinctively put on a fawning smile.
"Great Lady Vashj, it is my honor to serve you."
Vashj smiled seductively and beckoned a maid who, like Vashj, had snake hair.
The maid took a small snake from her head and handed it to Thrall.
"Swallow it," Vashj commanded gently.
A brightly colored venomous snake, as small as an earthworm.
Thrall felt a chill run down his spine; under everyone's watchful eyes, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and swallow it.
"This is called Snake Gu, an ancient Troll spell. Once activated, the Snake Gu parasitizing your body will replace you, transforming you into a beautiful Naga woman. To be honest, I didn't want to see this day. Previously, those who were cursed by the Naga were all handsome Elf men; you are the first non- Elf to be affected."
Thrall nearly fainted upon hearing this. The thought of himself transformed into a Naga with a head full of snakes, his soul no longer his own, was terrifying.
"As long as you do your job honestly for me, I won't react," Vashj reassured her.
Thrall immediately knelt on the ground. "It is my honor to serve you."
Vashj paused, then said, "I received intelligence that a group of merchants in the Shattrath City Lower City are very interested in the Mana-Tombs in Auchindoun. The Mana-Tombs is a spatial node that contains a Titans artifact called the Node Key. Get it and give it to me, and I promise to help you remove the Snake Gu."
Thrall said earnestly, "I will certainly complete the mission and bring glory to the Serpentshrine Cavern, but I need someone to help me."
Vashj asked curiously, "Who do you want?"
"Vol'jin."
Vol'jin has always been resourceful and is an indispensable strategist for Thrall.
Of course, Thrall also had a wicked plan.
If Vashj were to release Vol'jin to do his bidding, she would definitely force him to swallow the Snake Gu.
The Snake Gu originates from the Troll race; perhaps Vol'jin has a way to remove it.
Vashj agreed without hesitation, "Sure, it would be an honor for a Troll to swallow the Snake Gu."
At Bloodmaul Outpost, an Ogre is on patrol.
Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew into the Ogre's body, and its eyes instantly went blank, leaving it sitting dumbly on the ground.
Before long, the Ogre's body split open, its internal organs and flesh completely consumed, and a humanoid figure crawled out from inside.
The humanoid flesh writhed and eventually transformed into a human man, who picked up the Ogre's tattered clothes and casually draped them over his body.
"A new body, a new beginning. From now on, I am no longer Gudan. I'm sorry, Lord Gul'dan, I have abandoned my Orcs body and will live for myself."
The newly born Gudan hummed a lullaby and strolled toward the Bloodhammer outpost when suddenly, a violent magical fluctuation came from behind him.
Gudan remained calm and composed, turning around with a ball of green Fel appearing in his palm, forming an oval-shaped barrier.
Hundreds of spells crashed against the barrier. Gudan's expression changed. To be able to cast hundreds of spells in an instant, this person's magical skills were extraordinary.
A tall, thin humanoid creature dressed in a gray robe floated down from the sky, obscuring its head and face, revealing only a pair of blue eyes; it was unclear whether it was Elf or a human.
The humanoid creature spoke in a hoarse voice, "It seems Gul'dan has succeeded. Sargeras' Demons have restored your talents. Congratulations!"
Gudan asked warily, "Who are you?"
"I am the messenger of Elune; you may call me the Emissary."
The messenger tilted his head, scrutinizing Gudan: "Are you really sure you won't help the Orcs? Do you know how high the Elune's hopes are for you?"
Gudan raised his eyebrows. "The Void expert who healed me made a pact with me that only by abandoning my Orcs body could I regain my talents. Look, I am now a human."