Rend was indignant, clenching his fists and roaring, "What is Thrall? A washed-up, useless chieftain!"
Anachronos said earnestly, "This is the Timeways, Thrall is the nemesis of the Lich King and Blackmoore."
Rend snorted coldly, "I'd like to see what Thrall is capable of. I'm afraid some people are all talk and no action."
Thrall looked at the three men with unease and ingratiating eyes, while secretly pondering in his heart.
The Barov Family was originally an extremely wealthy noble family in the Kingdom of Alterac.
Brill, Tarren Mill, Caer Darrow, and Southshore all have fiefdoms belonging to the Barov Family, making them incredibly wealthy.
During the war against the Orcs, the Barov Family exposed the Alterac royal family's conspiracy, chose to stand on the side of the Alliance, and made a great contribution.
In the aftermath of the war, in order to support the Orcs, King Terenas set his sights on the enormous Wealth of the Barov Family.
King Terenas acted unilaterally, forcibly dismembering the Barov Family and seizing almost all of their fiefdoms to support Orcs internment camps.
Caer Darrow, in the center of Lake Darrowmere, was originally the residence of the Barov Family.
King Terenas deliberately built an Orcs internment camp in Caer Darrow, which housed more than seven thousand Orcs.
The Internment Camp was eerie and terrifying, like a giant vampire bat that had drained the last drop of blood from the Barov Family.
Under King Terenas's pressure, the Barov Family did everything in their power to feed the Orcs, giving up their last grain of food.
Many of the tribesmen, unable to endure the hunger, cursed King Terenas and chose to commit suicide. The ancient castle of Caer Darrow has been haunted for years.
This once incredibly powerful noble family gradually declined.
After Sylvanas occupied the Lake Darrowmere region, the Internment Camps in Caer Darrow remained under the control of Lordaeron.
Even during Lordaeron's most difficult years, King Terenas never forgot the Orcs at the Caer Darrow Internment Camp, regularly sending them large quantities of supplies.
Until Terenas was thrown into the latrine, Saurfang the Great seemed to have forgotten about the Orcs here.
Anachronos and his companions arrived at the Caer Darrow Internment Camp, where the Orcs were starving.
The guards had long since scattered and fled, Orcs escaped the Internment Camp and roamed the Caer Darrow Island.
To survive, the Orcs killed each other.
When Anachronos and his companions arrived, only about three thousand of the seven thousand Orcs remained.
The raft glided silently across the water, and Anachronos propelled it with magic, slowly approaching the Caer Darrow Island.
Rend raised his hand to shield his eyes from the glaring sunlight and carefully examined Caer Darrow Island.
A group of Orcs had gathered by the water's edge, carrying sharpened wooden sticks, trying to catch fish from the lake.
Unfortunately, the Orcs were too clumsy and couldn't catch a single fish. Soon, the impatient Orcs started fighting each other.
An unfortunate Orcs was knocked to the ground, and the other Orcs pounced on him, tearing at his flesh.
The pitiful cries echoed across Lake Darrowmere.
Rend frowned. Driven by hunger, the Orcs had reverted to their most primitive and savage state, and it wouldn't be easy to unite them again.
Looking at Thrall, whose face was pale, Rend patted him on the shoulder and said sarcastically:
"Thrall, you are the Warchief of the Horde, the rest is up to you."
Thrall looked miserable.
What was thought to be a golden opportunity for a rise to power has turned into a beastly existence for the Orcs in the Internment Camp. What should be done?
Velen gloated, "Thrall, we all believe in your abilities, a great Savior, the Warchief of the Horde, the one everyone looks to. The Orcs will kneel and submit at the mere sight of you."
Anachronos hesitated for a long time. The situation was more difficult than he had expected, but this was not the time to give up.
"Thrall, I'll get you ashore right away. You'll definitely find a way!"
Thrall looked utterly aggrieved. All he could rely on now was Elemental Power, but how could he possibly subdue thousands of starving Orcs?
However, Anachronos ignored all of this, grabbed Thrall, and using the immense strength of a dragon, threw Thrall directly onto Caer Darrow Island.
Thrall yelled and drew an arc in the air before disappearing from sight.
Velen scratched his head. "That's it."
"We must believe in Thrall's destiny."
Anachronos looked serious, but he wasn't really confident either.
"Thrall will surely become the leader of the Orcs; we just need to wait on the shore."
Thrall used Elemental Magic to slow his fall, chose an area with few Orcs to land in, and then quickly transformed into Ghost Wolf, hiding in a dark corner.
Several Orcs heard Thrall's cry and followed the sound to investigate, but found nothing and left disappointed.
"Make me the leader of these barbarians? Dream on."
Thrall moved cautiously, carefully avoiding the Orcs.
Fortunately, the Ghost Wolf has an extraordinary sense of smell, able to detect the Orcs's body odor from afar, which allows Thrall to always avoid them in time.
"Get back to shore, then use Underwater Breathing Spell to dive into the lake and escape this hellhole. What's saving the Naaru or defeating Blackmoore compared to living?"
Thrall made up his mind and secretly gloated over his decision.
Suddenly, a strange fragrance wafted into his nostrils, making Thrall dizzy. Before he could react, someone grabbed him by the neck and lifted him up.
"Professor, look what I've found! A Ghost Wolf."
Thrall opened his eyes and saw a black-haired woman with a voluptuous figure and a beauty mark under her left eye.
This woman had exquisite features, but possessed a ruthless air about her, unlike ordinary humans.
After Thrall transformed into Ghost Wolf, his weight remained unchanged, yet he felt as if he were nothing in the woman's hands.
Realizing the woman's astonishing strength, Thrall immediately became docile and dared not move an inch.
A robust male voice rang out. "Haha, there are no Ghost Wolves on Caer Darrow Island. You've captured an Orcs Shaman."
A middle-aged man wearing mechanical glasses appeared behind Thrall, with two blood-stained meat cleavers hanging from his waist.
The woman said, puzzled, "Professor Krastinov, we've studied these Orcs for a long time and obtained their list, but there's no Shaman on it."
The professor adjusted his glasses and carefully observed Thrall: "This Ghost Wolf is very clean; it must be from elsewhere. Shaman hold a revered position among Orcs. Take it back for research."
Thrall was terrified; the so-called research was definitely not a good thing, and he was about to beg for mercy.
The professor forcibly pried open Thrall's mouth and poured a bottle of green liquid down his throat.
Thrall found himself unable to speak or extricate himself from the Ghost Wolf form.
The professor explained, "Illucia, Shaman Orcs are always eloquent, be careful not to be bewitched by him, so I gave him a silencing potion and a magic-blocking potion."
Illucia her foot in dissatisfaction. "Professor, why don't you have any faith in him?"
The professor grabbed Thrall by the hind legs and hoisted him onto his shoulder. "Let's go. Orcs Shaman are of great research value; Malicia will definitely be very interested."
The ruined castle of Caer Darrow is filled with crumbling walls and looks empty for a long time, as if it were never inhabited.
The most eerie place on the island is the Barov Family's main castle, where wandering ghosts can be seen even in broad daylight.
Because of their fear of ghosts, no Orcs are seen here.
Professor Krastinov carried Thrall into the castle's basement.
There is a dark Portal here, leading to a completely different world.