Thrall knew that for a hidden ailment like this, it was necessary to entrust it to a suitable person.
Of all the people Thrall knew, the one who was the most discreet and reliable was Eitrigg.
Thrall secretly summoned Eitrigg.
Ever since Eitrigg was terrified in Hearthglen, this Orcs Veteran's strength has declined, and his mind is no longer what it used to be. He is no longer able to offer Thrall advice, and his status has continued to fall, so he is no longer favored by Thrall.
Unfortunately, Thrall didn't have many options.
"Eitrigg, from today onwards, you are my diet and lifestyle advisor."
Eitrigg was overjoyed; he never imagined he would have a day when he could turn his life around.
"Savior of Azeroth, great Orcs chieftain, dragon Thrall, rest assured, I will do my utmost. Even if you want to eat my child, I will cook it and bring it to you."
Thrall was pleased; this was exactly the loyal servant he needed most. He deliberately put on a stern face and reprimanded him:
"Eitrigg, you don't need to worry about food and daily life. What I need you to do is..."
Upon hearing of Thrall's hidden ailment, Eitrigg was greatly alarmed.
Only then did he realize that he had not been given an important position, but had been given a deadly mission. The bodies of the Shaman who had become fertilizer for the flowers were barely cold, and Eitrigg was trembling with fear.
"My Savior, I am merely a Warrior. I know nothing of healing spells, much less Alchemy."
Eitrigg tried to refuse, but Thrall's expression darkened, his angry face like that of Demons, which frightened him.
"The Violet Garden is lacking fertilizer, Eitrigg, you should think this through."
Eitrigg fell to his knees with a thud, prostrating himself on the ground, nearly collapsing from fright.
"Eitrigg, you have to accept this quest whether you like it or not. You have no choice." Thrall snorted and stormed off.
Eitrigg walked out of the door absentmindedly, feeling extremely depressed. He knew nothing about healing, nor did he know where to get the secret recipe. He felt that his life was about to end and sighed deeply.
"My old friend, what's wrong? Is something bothering you?" Experiment 335 asked with a smile. He really wanted to tell everyone what was wrong and cheer them up.
Experiment 335 is now a member of Thrall's Royal Guard. With the Black Dragon Prince's secret assistance, his strength has increased significantly, and he is receiving more and more attention from Thrall, who keeps him by his side almost all the time.
Eitrigg's eyes lit up. Experiment 335 was an anomaly among Thrall's men. While the other Personal Guards were loyal to Thrall, they were almost like wooden figures, lacking independent thought. Only Experiment 335 always had some unexpected ideas, and the two were very close.
Experiment 335 hated Thrall, and he also hated Eitrigg. After all, his Tauren body had been Eitrigg, and the excruciating pain was something he would never forget. He deliberately approached Eitrigg in order to find out their secrets.
Eitrigg almost burst into tears, and said sorrowfully, "Brother, I'm in trouble. You're quick-witted, how about you come up with an idea?" Eitrigg looked around to make sure no one was there, and whispered a few words in Experiment 335's ear.
"What? You're saying Thrall has a hidden ailment? He's impotent?" Experiment 335 exclaimed in surprise, secretly pleased with himself. Thrall 've finally met your match. Persistence pays off; he's finally found Thrall's weakness.
"Shh, keep your voice down, do you want to die? Oh dear, what are we going to do? I wonder if there's a secret recipe!"
While Azeroth possesses powerful healing magic and wondrous Alchemy, it suffers from a severe imbalance in the medical field. Conditions like Thrall's are not organ-related diseases, but rather psychological or mental ones. With time and reflection, they will gradually improve. Unfortunately, this area remains largely unexplored.
Whether it is treated or not, a full recovery is possible.
However, if the wrong treatment is used, it may be impossible to recover completely.
"Eitrigg, Thrall, you one tore me to pieces, and the other ate my flesh. This grudge cannot go unavenged. Hmph, I'll make you suffer a bit to avenge my murder."
Experiment 335 spoke with feigned seriousness and mystery, "This disease is difficult to cure. I've heard of it in my hometown of Nagrand. It's a condition caused by damage to Innate Divine Essence. I suspect that Kael'thas's attack may have damaged Savior 'Thrall divine essence. Healing magic can repair damage to organs, but it cannot repair Innate Divine Essence."
"Innate Divine Essence? What is that? Is it related to the soul?" Eitrigg listened, confused, feeling increasingly that there was something mysterious about it.
"No, no!" Experiment 335 said enigmatically.
"Innate Divine Essence is different from the divine soul. It is a powerful energy that exists within our soul and body, and it is elusive. The Savior's illness is precisely due to a deficiency in Innate Divine Essence."
"Then how should it be treated?" Eitrigg asked anxiously. He didn't know anything about this and had no doubts.
Experiment 335 shook his head, increasingly resembling an old scholar. "This kind of illness is incurable; there's only one way: long-term tonification!"
"Nourishment."
Eitrigg had never heard this word before and found it increasingly profound. He quickly consulted Experiment 335, who calmly considered his words before replying:
"This illness is serious and can't be cured in a short time. I'll prescribe some medicine for you. Give it to Thrall to try first. If there's improvement, continue giving it to him. Don't tell anyone that I prescribed it."
Eitrigg expressed his gratitude profusely. Experiment 335 thought for a moment and carefully wrote down the prescription.
"The heart's blood of the Red Dragon Queen, the marrow of the chief Orcs Warrior, the horn of the Dreadlord, the hair of the Guardian, and the skin of the most beautiful woman in the world's feet."
Eitrigg was confused, feeling that this prescription was very profound, completely different from the Alchemy he had previously broken.
Experiment 335's Mysterious Passage:
"This is a secret recipe passed down to me by an ancient Titans; never tell anyone."
"Brother, thank you so much." Eitrigg was so moved that tears welled up in his eyes. The ingredients in the formula were all extremely difficult to obtain, which proved that the formula must be effective.
High Archmage Antonidas was strolling in the garden with his granddaughter Andenani. In this chaotic era, Antonidas was enjoying a rare moment of leisure. When Thrall approached, Antonidas turned pale with fright and hurriedly ordered his disciples to take his granddaughter away. If Thrall came up and devoured Andenani, Antonidas really didn't know how to deal with it.
"Antonidas." Thrall forced an awkward smile, remembering the Dreadlord's scheme, and had to adopt a humble expression. "I would like to ask you, what is Racial Power?"
Arthas's suggestion that Medivh deplete the Orcs' Racial Power had been a thorn in Thrall's side, and this was a good opportunity to ask him about it. Antonidas stroked his beard and smiled slightly:
"Savior Thrall, it is excellent that you are so humble in seeking my guidance. You truly deserve to be called the Savior of Azeroth; this is a blessing for Azeroth. The concept of Racial Power was first proposed by the Dragonkin. Dragons are powerful and have long lifespans, but do you know why their numbers have never been high?"
"Isn't it because procreation is too difficult?" Thrall asked in surprise.
Antonidas shook his head and smiled:
"Alexstrasza, the Red Dragon Queen, is Life-Binder, Mastery of life force, making procreation easy for her. During her time enslaved by the Orcs, she spawned a large number of Red Dragon Queen Red Dragons. The reason Dragonkin dare not reproduce unrestrainedly is precisely due to the limitations imposed by their Racial Power."