Jaina's phantom image wore a confused expression, tilting its head slightly to the side, its gaze towards Eitrigg somewhat unfamiliar:
Are you really sure?
"Yes, I have no regrets," Eitrigg said firmly.
"Very good, you are all saved."
The phantom opened Portal to Shattrath City. Eitrigg and Gai Laya hurriedly fled into the Portal, where an endless Sporelings overwhelmed the oversight force.
Having just passed through the Portal, the Tranquility and peace of Shattrath City washed over him, Gai Laya knelt weakly on the ground.
Pain, sorrow, regret, and despair—a series of blows brought this young female Orcs down.
Eitrigg gently comforted her, "Don't worry, it's all over now, we're safe."
Gai Laya burst into tears. "It's all because of my decision. A million Orcs entered Zangarmarsh and were wiped out. It's all my fault."
"You haven't done anything wrong," Eitrigg sighed. "No Orcs dares to defy the will of the Great Savior. If you don't do it, someone else will take your place."
"So they're all going to die anyway, right?" Gai Laya felt a little better.
"Yes, compared to the great Savior, all Orcs are ants. Our lives and deaths are not in our own hands; we must live under the grace of the Savior."
"The great Savior Thrall," Gai Laya murmured, his eyes filled with longing for a moment.
He could decide life and death at will, wielding immense power and arrogance, revered by thousands, and remembered for eternity—the idol of all Orcs.
This is a true hero, a great man; who wouldn't admire such a magnificent figure?
End of the World Inn.
Eitrigg summoned a Scryers Priest to heal Gai Laya and purchased a set of exquisite armor for him.
I'm ready to meet Thrall in my best possible condition.
After a night's rest, Gai Laya had almost fully recovered.
Wearing the armor sent by Eitrigg, he looked even more dashing and extraordinary.
Eitrigg looked at her with delight:
"Gai Laya, it's so good to see you cheer up. The sacrifice of a million Orcs cannot have been in vain. I've already written to the Savior, and he would love to see you."
Gai Laya's nose tingled with emotion. "Eitrigg, you're such a good person."
Eitrigg forced a light smile, knowing full well the price he had paid.
This is probably what true love is: to Consecration everything for the one you love, and to do it willingly.
The two arrived in Orgrimmar through Portal in Shattrath City.
Orgrimmar was decorated with lanterns and colorful streamers, Orcs took to the streets, singing and dancing, and chanting hymns of praise.
Gai Laya, with his sharp eyes, spotted the congratulatory banner immediately:
"Welcome back, three hundred warriors of the Black Temple!"
Gai Laya asked curiously, "What does 'three hundred warriors of the Black Temple's mean?"
Eitrigg said passionately:
"The great Savior Thrall led three hundred Horde warriors in a surprise attack on the Black Temple, successfully annihilating Illidan's Evil group and eliminating 180 million Demons and 5.8 billion Fel Orcs of the Burning Legion. A glorious victory was achieved at the cost of only seventeen lightly wounded and one seriously wounded. This is the Horde's greatest victory, and the Savior's feat of saving Azeroth once again."
Gai Laya's eyes widened in surprise, a mix of anger, amusement, and disappointment welling up inside her.
"A complete and utter lie! Who made this up? This is deceiving the Horde!" Gai Laya was beyond furious.
Eitrigg pointed to his nose and said, "This is a propaganda slogan I rushed out overnight. From now on, this job is yours. Remember, it doesn't matter how exaggerated it is. As long as the Savior likes it, the people's opinions don't matter."
Gai Laya was speechless, only able to offer a bitter smile.
Three hundred Horde warriors, in neat rows, walked into the Orgrimmar City with beaming smiles.
There was one Tauren, two Trolls, three Blood Elves, four Undead, and the rest were Orcs.
The warriors, clad in magnificent armor, moved with light steps, smiling and waving to the crowds lining both sides of the street.
Many female Orcs fainted from excitement upon seeing them.
"These are all great heroes who saved Azeroth," said a young Orcs.
In an instant, Gai Laya's comrades, who had risked their lives for him, appeared before him.
Facing the Fel cannons of the Black Temple, they Charge fearlessly, their flesh and blood turning into a muddy swamp.
The sewers of the Black Temple were crammed full of corpses.
In the main hall square, they bravely sacrificed their lives to extinguish the Fel Flame.
In the Shadow Hall, facing the Fel Orcs's spear that was over ten meters long, he bravely charged forward, paving the way to victory with his own life.
"What were we sacrificing for?" Gai Laya asked himself.
Eitrigg warned, "Millions of Orcs must be forgotten, Gai Laya. Never mention them before the Savior."
"The selfless Consecration of millions of Orcs doesn't even deserve to be remembered." Gai Laya looked at the so-called three hundred warriors, "Yet these scumbags stole the fruits of victory."
"They're no pushovers," Eitrigg explained. "None of them are simpletons."
The last of the three hundred warriors lay on a stretcher, his body wrapped in white bandages, stubbornly raising his right hand to wave to everyone.
This was the only hero among the three hundred warriors to be seriously injured. It is said that he took the heavy blow from Illidan, creating an opportunity for the Savior to kill Illidan.
The people lining the streets praised his bravery, and a voluptuous Orcs woman presented him with flowers.
Eitrigg introduced him in a low voice, "He is Dranosh Saurfang, Saurfang the Great, the first of the three hundred heroes of the Black Temple. Based on this achievement, he is about to enter the highest echelons of power in Orgrimmar, a rising star with limitless potential."
Gai Laya was trembling with rage, breathing heavily, and he forced himself to stay still.
"Did he know which way the Black Temple's door faced?" In the end, Gai Laya could only utter the question in a barely audible voice.
Dranosh accepted the flowers with his bandaged hand. Suddenly, the Orcs beauty's expression changed, her eyes filled with confusion, and she reached out to touch Dranosh's bandages.
It's unclear how, but Dranosh's heavily bandaged body was completely stripped away, revealing an unharmed body.
"You bastard, you damned traitor, you plotted to destroy Azeroth!"
Dranosh cursed angrily, then suddenly jumped up. He was agile and unharmed, slapping the Orcs beauty to the ground.
The cheers of the crowd on both sides of the street ceased, and for a moment, all the people stared blankly at Dranosh.
"Look! Our great hero has been blessed by Azeroth; his wounds have been fully healed. Let's cheer for our hero!" someone shouted.
In an instant, cheers erupted again, like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing, resounding through the sky.
Dranosh seized the opportunity to raise his arms, displaying his strong muscles.
Gai Laya covered his forehead and said with a wry smile, "Are the people of Orgrimmar all fools? Can't they see that this is a lie?"
Eitrigg shook his head, habitually saying, "No, they're all very clever; they know how to lie. That's social selection. Those who dare to tell the truth are all dead."
The celebration lasted all day, and in the evening, the great Savior Thrall prepared a victory feast.
With Eitrigg's recommendation, Gai Laya appeared on the invitation list.
Eitrigg understood that it was time to retire gracefully and make way for Gai Laya.