The dagger in Jaina's phantom's hand is called the Soulblood Blade, capable of slicing through both flesh and soul.
A black vine bound Thrall tightly, its tiny tendrils reaching out and piercing Thrall's heart.
Thrall let out a bloodcurdling scream, sweating profusely from the pain, and kept wailing and begging for mercy.
The previously weak Gai Laya suddenly regained her strength and became much more energetic. She dared not defy Jaina, but instead began to complain about Eitrigg standing nearby.
"Eitrigg, you piece of trash! The great Savior is suffering! Aren't you going to think of a solution?"
Eitrigg looked dejected; he was merely an Orcs Veteran, no match for the future Jaina.
"I... I can't do it, I can't, it's impossible." Eitrigg cried, burying his face in his hands.
The illusory figure smiled faintly and said, "Don't worry, this vine is to provide nourishment for Thrall. I don't want him to die for no reason."
The vines were causing Thrall immense pain, and Jaina clearly had no intention of putting any effort into pain relief.
The phantom picked up the Soulblood Blade and began slashing and cutting at Thrall's body, its blade flashing and swirling, creating a dazzling display of light.
Pieces of flesh and blood flew like snowflakes, barely leaving Thrall's body before being struck by the Frost attack.
It must be said that the phantom's swordsmanship was extremely skillful, far surpassing that of the Pandaren Chef.
Thrall's screams grew increasingly agonizing, until finally his voice became hoarse, he groaned weakly, his pupils dilated, and his mind had collapsed.
In Valley of Spirits, the Pit Lord Mannoroth, having eaten his fill, pricked up his ears, clearly having heard something, but simply turned over and continued sleeping.
Gai Laya watched Thrall suffer without feeling any satisfaction from revenge.
Even though Thrall ate half of Gai Laya's heart, she should hate Thrall to death, but for some reason, she couldn't muster any hatred at all.
Instead, they were in unbearable pain and suffering, wishing they could suffer in Thrall's place.
"Great Savior Thrall, you are so merciful and kind."
Gai Laya knew this thought was wrong, but she couldn't control herself and weakly reached out her hand.
The phantom figure sliced through Thrall's flesh and soul while smilingly observing Gai Laya.
"Look, this is the Orcs' weakness: blind worship of power, even more than life itself. No matter how the powerful torture, humiliate, or trample upon them, they still yearn for it. Thrall may be cruel, but if Gai Laya were to replace Thrall, he would certainly be even worse. Eitrigg, don't you agree?"
Eitrigg could only sob and cry; he couldn't do anything about it.
Gai Laya glared at him fiercely, her expression full of contempt and mockery.
"Perhaps this is Thrall's value; no wonder even the Army of the Light wouldn't give him up." Jaina's illusory voice carried a hint of bitterness.
After a long time, exceeding the time agreed upon with Vol'jin, Jaina's work was completed.
Right beside Thrall, the flesh and soul that had been cut off were pieced together to form a new Thrall; the original Thrall had only become thin and emaciated.
The vines provided nourishment for the two Thralls, and their bodies gradually became fuller.
The original Thrall had suffered a mental breakdown, while the reborn Thrall was still asleep.
The phantom pointed at the newly reborn Thrall, turning him into a squirrel and putting him in a cage.
Eitrigg looked at Thrall, who was grinning foolishly, and felt a wave of despair wash over him. His phantom softly comforted him:
"Don't worry, Thrall will be completely recovered after a good night's sleep, and he won't remember anything."
Having said that, the phantom raised its voice. "Eitrigg, I will Thrall over to you. Do with him as you see fit. You can even kill him and take his place to avenge the woman you love."
Eitrigg said in trepidation, "How could I dare to lay a hand on the great Savior?"
The illusory figure seemed to understand something and nodded, saying:
"This once again proves Thrall's effectiveness; his influence on the Orcs is deeply ingrained and deeply rooted."
With that, the phantom pointed a finger, and vines wrapped around the dying Gai Laya, while tiny tendrils reached into the large hole in his chest, repairing his damaged heart.
The phantom explained, "While the power of plants cannot restore Gai Laya to her former strength, it will be sufficient for her to survive as an ordinary Orcs."
Eitrigg was overjoyed and immediately knelt down to express his gratitude.
"You don't need to thank me; you should hate me. This is a test for you. If word gets out about tonight's events, it will damage the dignity of the Savior Thrall. As Thrall's advisor, you know what to do."
Eitrigg's joy came to an abrupt halt; his body trembled uncontrollably, and sweat streamed down his face.
"What will you do, Eitrigg? I'm very much looking forward to it." The phantom laughed heartily, then vanished in a streak of light.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
With her heart functioning, Gai Laya regained some strength, though she was still very weak, but she knew she could survive.
On one side was Thrall, who was unconscious, and on the other side was Eitrigg, who was looking down and clenching his fists tightly.
Gai Laya immediately realized his predicament and hurriedly pleaded:
"Eitrigg, listen to me, I swear I will never tell anyone about what happened tonight."
Eitrigg raised his head, tears streaming down his face, and said in a hoarse voice:
"Savior Thrall said that only the dead can keep secrets, and I dare not gamble on that."
Gai Laya panicked and hurriedly said, "You said you loved me, that you were willing to take me away. I promise to go with you, please don't kill me, we'll live happily ever after."
Eitrigg shook his head. "The dignity of the great Savior Thrall cannot be defiled. Thrall is your idol; you should be aware of this."
"I worship Thrall, Thrall is my spiritual pillar, but, but..." Gai Laya panicked and stammered.
A dagger fell beside Gai Laya. Eitrigg turned his face away and whispered:
"Either die for Thrall, or kill him and you will live. I don't have the courage. This is the choice I'm giving you."
Gai Laya trembled as he picked up the dagger, looking at the unconscious Thrall beside him.
The thought of killing the great Savior terrified him; the dagger fell to the ground, and he trembled like a frightened mouse.
Eitrigg gave a wry laugh:
"Indeed, Thrall is more important than your life, and more precious than my love, Gai Laya. This is your own choice."
Having said that, Eitrigg stepped forward, grabbed Gai Laya's head, and twisted it violently.
With a crisp cracking sound, Eitrigg personally executed his beloved woman.
"For the great Savior Thrall," Eitrigg murmured to himself, carrying Thrall out of the alley and seeing Vol'jin leaning against the wall, fast asleep.
After escorting Thrall back to the Warchief's tent, Eitrigg returned the way he came and gave Vol'jin a shove on the shoulder.
Vol'jin woke up yawning and asked with a smile:
"It's over?"
Eitrigg nodded, stroking his fangs, and said:
"It's all over. I really don't understand why I would fall in love with a mouse."
Vol'jin paused for a moment, then burst into laughter:
"A rat, what a fitting metaphor. You know, I've actually been thinking that if you love her too deeply, you should send her to Undercity and ask Sylvanas to resurrect her, so that she can remain by your side as Forsaken forever. That would be some solace."
"It doesn't matter anymore." Eitrigg waved his hand and said, "Burn it, it'll end it all."
With that, Eitrigg walked into the shadows of the night, his back looking utterly forlorn.
Jaina's phantom stood atop the highest point of Orgrimmar, looking down at Eitrigg's retreating figure, and coldly said:
Love is as delicious as cheese, but it's also as fragile as cheese, unable to withstand any test; it's better to be without it.