"This! This!" Thrall was dumbfounded.
Rakeesh, lying in a pool of blood, resembled a broken rag doll, leaving a clear dent in the sturdy Khorium wall.
Thrall could easily deduce that Rakeesh was being repeatedly slammed into the Khorium wall, a terrifying force that definitely surpassed that of an adult Gronn.
Thrall's legs went weak, and in an instant, countless schemes and plots flashed through his mind.
"What should I do if it were me?"
Thrall felt a sense of déjà vu about this scene; how many times had he used similar methods to frame his political enemies?
"Oh no, I must leave immediately; I can't let anyone know I was here."
Just as Thrall was about to turn and leave, Rakeesh groaned in pain, spitting out a mouthful of green liquid. He opened his eyes, saw Thrall, and let out a piercing scream.
"Don't hit me, I was wrong, I was wrong, please forgive me."
Rakeesh cried like a baby, tears and snot streaming down his face, crawled over and hugged Thrall's legs, sticking out his tongue to lick his toes.
"No! Let me go!"
Thrall was filled with anguish; he struggled desperately to break free, but he couldn't escape.
Despite being on his deathbed, Rakeesh had hardly any bones left in his body.
However, as a high-ranking general in the Legion, even with only his last breath, he was still beyond Thrall's ability to contend with.
Rakeesh's scream startled the other guests in the manor, and the Prophet Velen of this Timeline was the first to arrive.
"Thrall, what have you done? Stop it!"
Velen's eyes reddened instantly. He rushed over and hugged Rakeesh, unable to hold back his tears as he saw his beloved son suffering such torment.
Following closely behind was A'dal's clone, emitting a slight tremor. A golden light firmly bound Thrall, who said with exasperation:
"Thrall, you are the great Savior, the moral exemplar of Azeroth, the benevolent and kind Horde of the Warchief, how could you do such a thing?"
"I'm innocent! I really didn't do it. You should know that Rakeesh could defeat me with a single finger," Thrall protested bitterly.
Velen frantically tried to heal Rakeesh with Holy Light, but the Holy Light clashed with the Fel, causing Rakeesh to scream even louder.
Thanks to A'dal, who produced a bright green pill—a miraculous medicine from the Burning Legion — Rakeesh's injuries were stabilized.
"Child, tell me what happened, and your father will stand up for you," Velen asked, tears streaming down his face.
Rakeesh said, trembling, "It was Thrall. He came to visit with a bald Orcs and actually ambushed me."
Velen raised his head, his eyes filled with hatred, and sneered:
"Great Savior Thrall, you are a great hero of Azeroth. My son has inadvertently offended you and deserves such torment. I, as his father, apologize on his behalf."
Thrall nearly cried, feeling wronged. "It really wasn't me! How could I dare to oppose a general of the Burning Legion? I wouldn't dare even if you gave me a hundred lives!"
A'dal, being the calmest, thought for a moment and said:
"I don't believe Thrall did this. No Orcs can defeat Rakeesh. Of course, everything requires evidence. There's a spell in Holy Light called 'Return of Light,' so let me cast it for you all and see who harmed Rakeesh, attempting to sabotage the cooperation between the Holy Light and the Burning Legions. That's unforgivable."
A'dal's clones shot out beams of light, which flashed with Holy Light, and the images in the room began to reverse.
Rakeesh returned to the room with two Orcs beauties, closed the door, and began to undress.
Just as everyone was filled with anticipation, suddenly, Rakeesh revealed his ferocious nature, opened his blood-red maw, and devoured the two Orcs beauties completely, leaving not even bones behind.
A'dal said nonchalantly, "It is A'dal honor to entertain distinguished guests with useless maids."
Rakeesh had finished eating and was about to go to bed when he suddenly heard a knock on the door. He opened the door impatiently and saw Thrall and a bald Orcs visiting him.
The bald Orcs immediately launched into a tirade, pointing his finger at Rakeesh and demanding:
"So you're the one who made Thrall kneel? Rakeesh, what are you? Just like your father Velen, nothing but Orcs food. Back in Shattrath City, I killed tens of thousands of trash like you. Kneel down and lick Thrall's toes, and I'll spare your life."
Rakeesh was enraged and reached out to grab the bald Orcs.
The bald Orcs rushed forward, crushed Rakeesh's hand, then grabbed him by the throat, lifted his massive body, and slammed him against the wall again and again.
The solid, Khorium walls quickly developed cracks, Rakeesh suffered Hamstring, coughed up blood, and cried out in agony, begging for mercy.
The bald Orcs ignored him and continued to torture Rakeesh until he collapsed to the ground like a rag doll.
"Velen's whole family is trash. The father is a coward, and the son is a wimp." The bald Orcs laughed loudly and led Thrall away.
Not long after, Thrall returned, just as Rakeesh woke up, and the scene that had just unfolded occurred.
Velen stood up, pointed at Thrall, and cried:
"Thrall, I have done everything I could for the Orcs. When the Orcs went to war against the Draenei, I ordered the Draenei to abandon their advanced weapons and fight the Orcs with only Holy Light and brute force. I handed the Draenei over to the Orcs to slaughter, watching their corpses litter the ground. And yet you treat me like this? Holy Light, I am wronged! I cannot live anymore."
A'dal sighed, "This matter concerns the cooperation between the Army of the Light and the Burning Legion. Let's make it amicable, Thrall. I don't blame you. Just hand over that bald Orcs, and we'll call it even."
Thrall felt a bitter pang in his heart and weakly pleaded, "This really has nothing to do with me, can't you see? This is a frame-up, I'm truly innocent."
Velen held Rakeesh's head in his arms, tears streaming down his face.
"Thrall, the evidence is right before your eyes, yet you still try to deny it? My son is only twenty thousand years old, he's still a child! The young people of Azeroth are so lacking in martial virtue. Look at my child, his eyes so clear, so innocent, so kind. He has only slaughtered a few hundred planets, each with a mere hundred billion inhabitants. So kind and merciful, yet he suffers injustice! Is there any justice left? Holy Light, open your eyes and see! Kind people are suffering!"
A'dal sighed sympathetically, "Rakeesh's kindness is evident to all. Velen, rest assured, you played a crucial role in facilitating the division of Azeroth between the Holy Light and the Burning Legions. This matter cannot be left unresolved. I promise to do everything in my power to track down the culprit and ensure that no innocent person is wronged."
Having said that, he turned to look at Thrall:
"Thrall, I have high hopes for your future. You have great potential and shouldn't have made such a basic mistake. If you can repent and hand over that bald Orcs, I guarantee you will still be the Savior of Azeroth."
Thrall panicked, not knowing what to do. His eyes darted around, and an idea struck him. He shouted:
"Emissary, come quickly and save me!"
"Emissary, could it be that he's also in the manor?" Velen stopped crying instantly and gasped.
A'dal was equally surprised; the light flickered continuously, like a candle dying in the wind.
The two of them both thought of a suspicious point: it was impossible for the Orcs to defeat Rakeesh.
If that bald Orcs was the Emissary of the Moon Goddess, then everything makes sense.
The Emissary observed from the shadows, not wanting to reveal himself, otherwise things would become unclear.
Unexpectedly, Thrall revealed his whereabouts in a single sentence.