The Earl described how, for the sake of the Alliance, he once disguised himself as Orcs and infiltrated Orgrimmar to gather intelligence.
Using money to pave the way, he successfully infiltrated the Horde's high command and became a guest of honor of Eitrigg, Thrall, Saurfang the Great, and others.
Therefore, he knew all the Horde's secret information.
Thrall disappointed Eitrigg; aside from his brutality, he accomplished nothing and was simply an incompetent waste.
In the beginning, in order to help Thrall establish his prestige, Eitrigg attributed all the credit for liberating the Internment Camp to Thrall.
However, Thrall cruelly killed the Orgrimmar Doomhammer, causing the Horde Warchief to suffer endless torment until his death.
Eitrigg had wanted to live in harmony with the Alliance, but Thrall insisted on his own way, personally smashing King Terenas's head and throwing the King's body to his men to devour.
Thrall destroyed Silvermoon City, crushed Sylvanas's will, destroyed Dalaran, and devoured Antonidas.
He collaborated with Saurfang the Great to ambush Uther, turning the Order of the Silver Hand into food for the Orcs.
Thrall colluded with the Burning Legion, driving the great Grom Hellscream insane and keeping him by his side like a dog.
In short, all the evil deeds and bad things were done by Thrall.
Eitrigg gave Thrall countless opportunities, but Thrall didn't appreciate them.
The subsequent conquest of the Black Temple and the northward campaign against the Lich King, a series of great feats, were all done by Eitrigg and had nothing to do with Thrall.
This article caused a great uproar in the Alliance, and many worshippers of Thrall Savior, unable to bear the inner torment, took their own lives.
Ordinary people, initially just curious and wanting to see what would happen, circulated the book, and it quickly became common knowledge.
Several well-known scholars have also stepped forward to comment on this article.
A renowned scholar from Azeroth, Big Candle Gagg, was the first to comment, confirming that the article was mostly true, except for a few minor discrepancies in details.
Several historians have also presented evidence to support this article.
A renowned scholar from Stormwind City gave a speech in public:
"People have always said that the great Savior Thrall was 18,000 meters tall, could pluck stars from the sky, could punch Sargeras and kick Void Lords, and saved Azeroth countless times. Anyone who dared to question him would not have a good end and would be slandered as the Destroyer of Azeroth."
"Everyone knows this is nothing but a lie, but unfortunately no one dared to stand up and tell the truth, Azeroth in chaos. Now, finally someone has bravely stepped forward. The Holy Light has dispelled all the gloom, restoring clear skies to Azeroth. All the lies have been swept away, and history will give Thrall a fair judgment."
"A Lordaeron Veteran's Memories" was the catalyst.
Soon, more people came forward to expose Thrall's crimes.
In just a few days, Thrall went from a great Savior to the Destroyer hated by everyone.
As the saying goes, when a wall falls, everyone pushes it down; the effect of public opinion was excellent, far exceeding Eitrigg's expectations.
Rend Blackhand found a stack of newspapers, selected a few important articles, and presented them to Eitrigg to curry favor.
"Warchief, Thrall is utterly disgraced. Look at these articles, they're full of sarcasm and ridicule towards Thrall. Some even say that Thrall once knelt down and begged for mercy from a young Paladin in Hearthglen."
Eitrigg said seriously, "This isn't sarcasm, it's the truth."
Rend Blackhand was stunned, and after a long while, he said, "Then what about Thrall kneeling down and begging for mercy from Cho'gall?"
"That's true," Eitrigg said calmly. "Thrall has knelt and begged for mercy from many people; that's his skill."
Rend Blackhand lowered his head and said admiringly, "No wonder Thrall became Warchief, but I couldn't."
Eitrigg stood up, put down his newspaper, and said with great interest:
"It's time to show Thrall our results."
These past few days, Thrall has been restless, feeling that something is about to happen.
Several guards escorted Thrall to Eitrigg, Eitrigg smiled and said:
"Thrall, come for a walk with me, just like any other person."
Eitrigg and Thrall arrived at Orgrimmar's largest inn, hiding in a private room on the second floor to listen to the conversation.
After Orgrimmar was rebuilt, more and more adventurers came from all directions, and the inns were often full.
Discussions continued, ranging from the romantic tales adventurers loved to the recent sensational news.
"I'm telling you, you've all read the newspapers, haven't you? You never expected Thrall to be this kind of person," a Troll shrieked.
Thrall immediately perked up his ears.
A Tauren said in a simple and honest manner, "I never imagined that the Savior Thrall, whom I worship so much, would turn out to be a fraud."
Thrall shuddered. When he was Warchief, who dared to speak ill of him?
A Goblin shrieked, "You're all fools! I knew Thrall was a villain, that he was lying, but I was too afraid to say it."
Someone interjected, "That's right. Think about Thrall's character; he brought so much disaster to Azeroth. How could he possibly be Savior?"
An Orcs snarled, "Just thinking about that liar Thrall makes me want to tear him apart. That damned bastard has disgraced the Orcs."
Thrall was somewhat bewildered, staring blankly at Eitrigg:
What have you been doing?
Eitrigg laughed heartily, "Nothing much, just what you did to Arthas back then, I'm doing to you."
Behind him, Rend Blackhand threw a stack of newspapers in front of Thrall:
"Thrall, look at what the media in Azeroth is saying about you. I advise you never to walk down the street, or both the Alliance and the Horde will tear you apart."
Thrall hurriedly grabbed the stack of newspapers and looked at them one by one, his face gradually turning pale.
"Eitrigg, you're so cruel."
After saying that, Thrall suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, collapsed to the ground, and was barely breathing.
"Haha, haha!" Eitrigg laughed heartily, all his worries vanishing.
Thrall struggled to his feet, his gaze gradually calming, and he chuckled:
"Eitrigg, don't think I know nothing. Someone told me before that I am not Thrall, but a clone created by Jaina from some of Thrall's bones, blood, and soul from the past. All my experiences have nothing to do with me. You can slander me or erase my past if you want, but I didn't do it."
Eitrigg chuckled and said, "You think there really are any clones?"
Thrall was baffled.
"There was no clone at all." Eitrigg laughed heartily. "When you died in Orgrimmar, your soul was taken by Arthas. Although it was later recovered, both the Army of the Light and the Burning Legion believe that Arthas tampered with your soul."
Thrall's body trembled uncontrollably.
Eitrigg continued, "Within the Army of the Light, some people support you continuing as Warchief, so they sent Jaina to stage that charade. Yes, even Jaina didn't know that creating a clone would come at too high a price, Army of the Light would never waste it on you. You are still the original Thrall."
Thrall sat on the ground, his mind buzzing, feeling himself falling apart, with figures emerging from his body.
Eitrigg, seeing Thrall's infatuated gaze, finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Without Thrall's threat, the Warchief's position can be secure.
Suddenly, a piercing alarm sounded, and chaos erupted inside the tavern.
This meant an enemy attack was imminent, and chaos erupted in the streets. Eitrigg and Rend Blackhand rushed out to investigate.
"The Tauren are attacking!" someone shouted.