The wormhole in Silithus is famous throughout Azeroth.
This place hides a vast Wealth, precious Arcane Crystals, and rare Black Lotus, enough to make someone rich overnight.
It is also the burial ground for many adventurers, and the swarms of ferocious insects are the nightmare of all treasure hunters.
Nazgrel drove two thousand prisoners into the wormhole to their deaths.
Khadgar led a squad of elite Lightforging Orcs deep into the wormhole, and before long they saw countless skeletons.
Most were devoured by insects, but a few showed signs of cannibalism.
Khadgar picked up a relatively intact piece of cloth, on which was embroidered a cluster of glittering stars.
"What is this symbol?" Nazgrel asked curiously.
Khadgar whispered, "The emblem of the largest guild still existing in Azeroth, the Hall of Fame Guild, recently joined Thrall's side."
Nazgrel's eyes widened. "Many of the prisoners have this insignia on their chests."
Khadgar turned around and looked at Nazgrel as if he were a stranger.
The group continued forward, and after eliminating swarms of insects, they found more and more skeletons on the ground, including the skulls of Tauren.
Nazgrel explained, "There were indeed Tauren among the prisoners, you know, I refuse to eat beef."
Khadgar picked up a bull horn and examined the symbols on it closely:
"This is the symbol of the Grimtotem; the Magatha Grimtotem was the first to ally with Thrall."
As they ventured deeper into the cave, Khadgar's expression grew increasingly serious. Increasing evidence suggested that Thrall's forces had indeed attacked the camp a few days prior.
The invincible and great Savior Thrall was unexpectedly defeated by the little-known Nazgrel.
Deeper into the cave, the number of insects increased, and Khadgar hesitated whether to continue, when he suddenly heard a faint cry for help.
"Help! Quick, save me!"
There is a narrow cave between the hard rocks, just wide enough for one person to pass through; insects cannot squeeze in.
The interior was more spacious, with more than a dozen corpses lying on the ground.
Only one person survived among the corpses; he was an Orcs, disheveled and filthy, his hair a mess, as dirty as a beggar.
It's easy to tell from the wounds on the body how he survived those days.
Khadgar ordered his Orcs out, and just as he was about to interrogate him, he suddenly showed a look of surprise.
With a wave of his hand, a magical gust of wind swept past, causing the Orcs's hair to fall off, revealing a bald head.
"Thrall." Khadgar was shocked; a close look at his face confirmed he wasn't mistaken.
The Orcs turned his face away, refusing to meet Khadgar's gaze. The soldiers on either side objected and forcibly lifted the Orcs up.
Khadgar stepped forward to examine him closely, then took a deep breath:
"It really was you, Thrall."
Thrall resigned himself to his fate, raised his head, and gave a fawning smile:
"I am the great Savior Thrall, Khadgar. Long time no see."
"You mean he's Thrall?" Nazgrel stared in disbelief. "Wait, let me think... Right, we fought before. I defeated him in a single exchange, and he begged for mercy on his knees. How could he be Thrall? I heard Thrall is 18,000 meters tall and can pluck stars from the sky."
Thrall stroked his fangs, retorting defiantly, "If the Elemental Power hadn't left me, even ten thousand of you wouldn't be a match for me."
"Thrall, I never expected we'd meet here."
Khadgar himself to keep from laughing out loud, though he was already ecstatic.
"I was not defeated by you," Thrall protested unwillingly. "I was betrayed. I know the Lightforging Orcs' weaknesses very well. Once their commander is assassinated, they are nothing but pigs waiting to be slaughtered. That night, I sent an Elite assassination squad to assassinate the Vanguard general and officers, and received a signal that the mission was successful. That's why I led my troops to attack. I never expected them to deceive me."
Nazgrel stepped forward and asked menacingly, "I ask you, why didn't my scouts discover your army?"
"Hmph, you fool, don't you know Medivh is best at Mass Teleport?" Thrall coldly reminded him.
Khadgar was secretly surprised. The Hall of Fame Guild had an excellent Stealth squad, second only to the Alliance's SI:7, and had carried out many famous assassination missions.
Given the overall strength of this Stealth team, especially their seamless teamwork, infiltrating the camp and assassinating Nazgrel and the officers would not be difficult.
Who thwarted the assassination attempt and sent a false signal to Thrall?
Regardless, it was a great victory. Khadgar, worried that Thrall might escape, used Magic Shackles.
The magical shackles are exceptionally complex; attempting to break them without knowing the key will instantly kill Thrall.
Khadgar was confident that even Medivh couldn't break these magical shackles.
"Is this how you treat your great Savior?"
The heavy magical shackles forced Thrall to bend over and move forward with difficulty.
Inside the camp, upon hearing that Thrall had been captured, Chen Stormstout categorically denied it:
That's absolutely impossible.
Upon closer inspection, it was indeed Thrall.
"Haha, Savior Thrall, you've finally met your match."
Chen Stormstout jumped up with joy:
"Thrall, do you remember how you treated me in Orgrimmar? I'll make you pay tenfold."
Silithus, the Titans Ruins hidden beneath the sand dunes.
Magni Bronzebeard to leave, said to the Magatha Grimtotem beside him:
"Thrall has been defeated. It's no longer safe here. Take everything with you and erase all traces."
Magatha Grimtotem said with dissatisfaction, "I don't understand why Medivh didn't come to Thrall's aid when he was in danger."
Magni smiled faintly and said:
"Magatha, you're asking a question you already know the answer to. Have you forgotten how Thrall betrayed Medivh and turned him into Flesh-Eternal? Although Medivh promised the Army of the Light to support Thrall's rise, Thrall still needs to prove himself. Medivh is no longer willing to be Thrall's babysitter."
Magatha said with some annoyance, "Magni, you really shouldn't have rescued me from Orgrimmar prison. I didn't have many men left, all of them loyal comrades who had followed me for many years, and they all died alongside Thrall. What was the point?"
"This is absolutely an accident," Magni said seriously. "Our plan was flawless. I calculated it using the Titans Relics; the success rate was over 99%, unless..."
"Unless some irresistible force sabotages things from the shadows," Magatha said expressionlessly, "Thrall is likely in grave danger. It seems we'll have to disband."
Magni squinted. "Don't worry, this is just a minor setback. Things will soon turn around. We must trust the Army of the Light."
In Silithus, at the Cenarion Circle camp, inside a secret basement.
SI:7 used Portal to send off the last group of the Hall of Fame Guild Stealth.
"They will all be sent to the Stockade, and if they remain obstinate and refuse to surrender, they may never see the light of day again," Vanessa said to Robbie.
Robbie was somewhat disappointed. "Thrall didn't die. He survived in the wormhole. I wonder if Chen Stormstout has the guts to kill him."
Vanessa pondered for a moment, "The Savior Thrall is extremely valuable and probably won't be killed easily. It seems we'll have to put some pressure on Chen Stormstout."
Robbie nodded. "Yes, we have to get him to say something."
Although he unexpectedly defeated Thrall, Chen Stormstout found himself in a difficult situation.
Thrall is the Savior of Azeroth. If he were to be killed, Chen Stormstout would likely be condemned to the pillory of history.
What to do with Thrall became a major worry for him.