In contrast to Thrall's unparalleled good reputation, in the eyes of the wandering Orcs, Eitrigg, the founder of the Home of the Orcs, was Demons in Orcs skin.
Nazgrim was implicated and cursed by the wandering Orcs as an executioner and accomplice.
"Thrall is incredibly tenacious; I couldn't kill him twice."
Upon learning that Thrall was in Tirisfal Glades, Eitrigg somewhat helpless.
Nazgrim roared angrily, "While he's still establishing himself, I'll lead my troops to wipe him out!"
Eitrigg shook his head. "It's pointless. As long as Thrall can't be killed, the wandering Orcs will always be the ones who suffer. There aren't many Orcs left in Azeroth. Do you really want to kill them all?"
Nazgrim said with distress, "But if we leave it alone, Thrall will turn the wandering Orcs into Tough Jerky."
Eitrigg clutched his forehead, saying in great pain:
"The wandering Orcs don't trust us. Even when we throw evidence at their faces, they still support Thrall and willingly allow themselves to be deceived by Thrall."
Nazgrim felt a pang of sorrow and sighed:
"Because Thrall spoke so well, painting a beautiful dream for the wandering Orcs, so much so that they were immersed in it and unwilling to wake up."
Eitrigg narrowed his eyes and said sinisterly, "Since we can't deal with Thrall's reputation, let's just get rid of Thrall himself."
Nazgrim asked curiously, "Lord Eitrigg, do you have a solution?"
Eitrigg smiled and said, "The most skilled teleportation magic user in Azeroth is High Archmage Antonidas of Dalaran. Although he is willing to help us, he refuses to kill Thrall himself. Nazgrim, the task of killing Thrall will be yours."
Nazgrim confidently declared, "I will certainly not fail in my mission."
Tirisfal Glades, Thrall's camp.
Anachronos, Rend, and Velen sat around Thrall in the center.
Thrall felt extremely uncomfortable, like a prisoner on trial.
"Thrall, do you remember our mission?" Anachronos asked expressionlessly.
Thrall replied meekly, "I remember, I remember, stop Blackmoore's growth, killing him would be best, and rescue Naruk Xil."
"But what have you done?" Anachronos glared fiercely. "You've killed so many wandering Orcs. Who will deal with Blackmoore in the future?"
Thrall protested, feeling wronged, "It was all instigated by the Cult of the Damned; I dared not disobey."
Velen chimed in, "The Cult of the Damned is nothing to worry about, Thrall. You need a plan to deal with Blackmoore."
Thrall lowered his head, not daring to look at the three of them, and after a long while said, "It would be best if I could replace Terenas and become the Lich King, ruling the Undead Orcs, but my strength is limited, I can't do it."
Taking advantage of the situation, Rend slammed his fist on the table in anger. "Thrall, if I'd known you were so useless, I wouldn't have brought you along!"
Anachronos realized he had gone too far, softened his tone, and encouraged Thrall:
"Thrall, you must have confidence in yourself. You created this Timeways, and you have absolute control over it. For example, no one can kill me on this Timeways."
Without evidence, Thrall wouldn't believe Anachronos.
Even if he wasn't killed, he was still tortured; the Cult of the Damned's horrific soul-lashing tormented him to the point of despair.
"I need guidance," Thrall said, trembling with fear.
Anachronos pondered for a long time, "In the history you fabricated, there is the Lich King Ner'zhul, Frostmourne, and the Helm of Domination."
Thrall shook his head in distress:
"An accident occurred on this Timeways; Blackmoore killed me as an infant, so there will be no Lich King Ner'zhul, Frostmourne, or Helm of Domination."
Anachronos calmly replied, "No, I've seen this many times. Extraordinary items never disappear into thin air. Thrall, you are the master of the Timeways, the one destined by fate. Your chances are the greatest."
Thrall, unimpressed, said listlessly, "Fine, I also hope to obtain Frostmourne and defeat King Terenas."
Velen's expression suddenly changed, and a point of Holy Light appeared at his fingertips, flickered, and disappeared.
"Someone has imprisoned the surrounding space. Oh no, it's High Archmage Antonidas."
Velen let out a strange cry, quickly stood up, and was enveloped in intense Holy Light, shooting straight into the sky like a cannonball.
Although teleportation spells are unavailable, escaping using other methods is still possible.
The four of them faced the High Archmage Antonidas. While they weren't guaranteed a victory, they wouldn't be at a disadvantage either.
Unfortunately, these four are all shrewd individuals, and who knows how many Dalaran Mages Antonidas will bring.
Anachronos reacted only half a beat slower Velen, quickly bending down and transforming into a golden streak of light, rushing out of the tent and disappearing from sight.
Inside the tent, only Rend and Thrall remained, staring at each other.
Thrall tried to escape as Ghost Wolf, but Rend held him down firmly.
Antonidas was startled to see two people escape from the camp.
Antonidas was indeed careless; without Dalaran Mages by his side, who could have imagined that Thrall's camp was full of hidden talents?
Only after sensing that there were only two Orcs inside the tent did Antonidas feel safe enough to rush in.
To humans, Orcs look almost identical, Antonidas didn't recognize Thrall.
Rend glared fiercely, his hands pressing down hard on Thrall's shoulders.
Thrall looked as aggrieved as a young wife, almost crying, her body trembling.
Antonidas quickly made a judgment: as the great Savior, Thrall was undoubtedly the highest-ranking Orcs.
Then Antonidas took out his staff and pointed it at Rend.
With a flash of light, Rend disappeared, and Antonidas ignored Thrall, leaving without looking back.
After Antonidas left, a shaken Thrall hurriedly fled the camp, choosing a direction and running for his life.
As dawn broke, Thrall, panting heavily after running all night, looked out at the boundless sea.
Here on the beach in Tirisfal Glades, Thrall sat on the ground, panting heavily. His eyes darted around, and he took out an Orb of Deception, transforming into a human.
At the nearby dock, a sailboat docked to replenish supplies.
It's obvious that Antonidas is after him, Rend won't last long; he'll soon be exposed.
Thrall looked behind him and seemed to see countless pursuers, which made him tremble with fear.
After thinking for a while, Thrall walked straight to the sailboat and conjured a Flame in his hand.
"I'm an adventurer looking for work. Do you have any needs? The price is negotiable."
The ship owner's eyes lit up; a wandering mage was a rare sight. He warmly invited Thrall aboard.
"There's an employer in Kalimdor who's hired us to find a treasure. The reward is generous. Are you interested?" the ship's captain asked.
Thrall feigned profundity, hesitated for a long while, and then asked, "What treasure are you looking for?"
The ship owner smiled faintly, "Tidal Charm, we need a mage."
It turns out to be Tidal Charm, one of Thrall's collections from when he was Warchief.
After a brief exchange of words, Thrall reached an agreement with the ship owner and boarded the ship.
The sailboat replenished its fresh water and food supplies and slowly sailed away from the dock.
Thrall lay in the cabin, feeling the ship rocking on the sea, and breathed a sigh of relief.
Not far away, Mal'Ganis, disguised as a dockworker, watched all this with a triumphant smile.