The one casting the spell was Thrall's wife, Agna. The young Orcs looked intently as she cast Lava Burst on Thrall.
Thrall quickly planted Grounding Totem in the ground to deflect the damage from the Lava Burst.
"Agna, are you going to betray me?" Thrall roared.
"I've had enough of you, Thrall. Medivh is gone, and there's no one to back you up anymore." Agna gathered Lightning in her hands. "I'm finally free. I no longer have to listen to your daily nagging about how you defeated Deathwing and how you fooled the dim-witted King Varian, nor do I have to serve you in that disgusting way."
"Die, you disgusting slug, you impotent worm." Agna's body was enveloped in a whirlwind, and a Lightning struck Thrall like a venomous snake.
After losing Medivh as his protector, Thrall anticipated some betrayals, but he didn't expect them to happen so quickly.
Thrall gently raised his hand, and the elements obeyed his command. The Lightning returned to Agna's hand, and a burnt smell wafted over. Agna was injured. When it came to manipulating the elements, Thrall was undoubtedly the stronger one.
"I've long wanted a younger, more beautiful wife, and you've given me a great opportunity, Agna."
Thrall growled and gestured, Lava and Lightning gathering in his hand. Feeling he had the situation under control, he looked at the wounded Saurfang and Agna, and sneered:
"How ridiculous! A Veteran Orcs long lost his fighting ability, and a greenhorn Orcs who is still wet behind the ears, dare to challenge the authority of the great Savior. You will pay the price for your foolishness."
What if I were included?
A deep, powerful voice rang out, full of energy, and a strong, young Orcs emerged from the shadows. Garrosh Hellscream, his ferocious muscles brimming with explosive power, wielded his family's Battle Axe Grommash Hellscream, Gorehowl, his sharp fangs protruding as he glared at Thrall.
Garrosh wore the Demons Fangs shoulder armor, a symbol of Orcs glory, and was draped in one of Thrall's collections, the black armor of Orgrimmar. His steps were steady and powerful, full of confidence.
Thrall's expression froze instantly. Garrosh was a pure Orcs Warrior, stronger and more powerful than Thrall. Thrall stared wide-eyed at the familiar black armor, knowing it was Agna's doing, and shook his head, saying:
"Oh no, that's not fair."
"There has never been any fairness, Thrall. Today you will pay the price for your crimes."
Garrosh leaped up, raising his Battle Axe high in the air like his father. His young body was like that of a lithe beast. His movements might have been a little Recklessness, but his agility made up for it.
Thrall desperately dodged, barely managing to evade the series of attacks. Garrosh mocked Thrall's cowardice and incompetence. "What, great Savior, you can't withstand the attacks of a sinner like me? Or is your strength simply not worth mentioning?"
"Garrosh, don't push me. You don't understand true power at all. Do you know why the Alliance didn't dare kill you? Because Varian is a coward. He fears my power. I protected you."
Life is never fair.
A lowly soldier on the Battlefield can be killed without a second thought, and no one cares what he did.
Garrosh Grommash Hellscream, the executioner stained with the blood of the Alliance, yet King Varian dared not kill him, offering only the grand pretext of a trial!
Just like when the Orcs destroyed Kingdom of Stormwind, King Varian dared not do anything to Orcs.
Thrall's hands gathered elemental power. "Before the great power of the elements, your brute force is worthless." A Gale blew Garrosh upside down, spinning him in the air, and he shouted hastily:
"Agna."
Thrall's Elemental Power was extremely strong, and the two had already divided their roles: Garrosh would confront Thrall head-on, while Agna would disrupt Thrall's spellcasting. Upon hearing Garrosh's shout, Agna immediately summoned two Ghost Wolves.
The Ghost Wolf lunged menacingly at Thrall, Thrall remained unfazed.
"Go to hell, you foolish woman." Thrall spat. "Don't you know that the Elemental Power of Azeroth obey my commands? The only one who dared to rebel, the Firelord, has already been destroyed by me on the pretext of world destruction."
Thrall gathered his Elemental Power and cast a spell on the Ghost Wolves, attempting to control them.
To Thrall's surprise, the two Ghost Wolves were not under his control and continued to attack Thrall.
"So you're a bloodthirsty, ferocious Ghost Wolf bred from your own blood. Looks like you know how to disguise yourself. Interesting." Thrall didn't seem to care. He extended his right hand towards Agna.
Boom! Boom!
Countless Thunder of Lightning converged, transforming into a gigantic Ghost Wolf with nine heads and enormous wings, which easily tore Agna's Ghost Wolf apart.
"This is... Storm Wolf King Grishius!" Garrosh, seeing this, turned pale with fright and hurriedly shouted, "Agna, quick, use the power of the Dark Shaman!"
Agna hurriedly pulled out an obsidian disc. The dense dark power caused the surrounding elements to scream in agony. The Elemental Power were greatly frightened and scattered in all directions.
During the final battle in Orgrimmar, Garrosh used the power of the Dark Shaman to torment those poor elementals, rendering them disobedient to Thrall's commands and stripping Thrall most relied-upon Elemental Power.
Without the support of Elemental Power, Storm Wolf King Grishius could not sustain himself and dissipated unwillingly. Thrall knelt on the ground, seemingly in a state of exhaustion, panting heavily.
Garrosh looked at the pitiful Orcs and sneered:
"I'll say it again, you're weak, you have no elemental power, you've accomplished nothing, and now you're all alone."
Thrall remained silent, only raising his head to glare at Garrosh.
Garrosh simply threw away Thrall, grabbed Gorehowl by the collar, and punched him in the face again and again, leaving Thrall bruised and battered, his fangs broken, blood streaming down Thrall face as he stubbornly stared at Garrosh.
"You have betrayed me, Garrosh, you are a sinner against the Orcs." Thrall spat blood onto Garrosh's face.
"I'd love to hear the last words of the great Savior," Garrosh grinned maliciously.
Thrall raised his blood-red eyes, his deep voice carrying a certain magic, like the Whispers of the Old Gods:
"Back then, I cleared away the final obstacle, Deathwing, and seized control of the Earthen Ring. I was about to use the power of Azeroth's earth, fire, water, and wind to repair the shattered Draenor. I handed the Warchiefship to you; all you had to do was put on a show, spout some so-called peace rhetoric, and fool the foolish Alliance. Azeroth was about to be destroyed, and our world would be reborn. But what have you done? I warned you, destroying Theramore is fine, but don't touch that woman Jaina. Not only did you ignore my advice, but you also let her escape. I had to stop saving the world and come back to clean up your mess."
"My plans were discovered. That mad woman impersonating Jaina has been keeping a close eye on Orgrimmar, and my chances to save the world have been thwarted time and time again. It was you, you muscle-headed foolish Orcs, who insisted on building the Iron Horde when there were better options, and now we've given them leverage. Luckily, Varian, as always, was foolish enough to listen to our instigation and fight the Mogu and Mantid, destroying a force that could have been allies of the Alliance. He cut off his own arm and leg, utterly stupid, otherwise our great cause would have been ruined by you."
"Heh, as expected of Thrall, the Savior, well said."
Garrosh punched Thrall hard in Thrall face, watching him spit out half a tooth and revealing a satisfied smile:
"Heh heh heh, don't think I don't know your plan. You're just using me. Once you've accomplished your heroic feat of saving the world, you'll throw me away like a rag and trample on me. I don't want to sit here and wait to die. Everything I've done is just to protect myself, nothing more."
Garrosh threw Thrall to the ground, stomped on his thighbone and broke it, then watched Thrall struggle but couldn't get up, and laughed loudly with a smug and ferocious grin.
"Thrall, do you know? I can never forgive you for what you did to my father. You keep talking about saving the world, but I know you best. All your plans were for your own benefit. Our world may be saved, but you will also control the power of earth, fire, water, and wind. You will inevitably ascend the Throne of the Elements. You will not only be the eternal Warchief of the Orcs, but you will also become a god of Draenor."
Garrosh leaped high into the air and stomped on Thrall repeatedly, listening to the sound of bones breaking, which was like the most melodious song. It reminded him of the leisurely times in Nagrand when he could listen to the breeze rustling through the grass.
"I have witnessed the blood and tears that Guardian Medivh brought to Azeroth, and I will never allow an ambitious person like you to obtain that supreme power. You will kill us all."
Under Garrosh's ravages, Thrall was practically reduced to a pile of minced meat. Garrosh, Thrall, seemed to be sustained by some unknown force, his spirit remaining incredibly strong. Thrall, however, wore an expression of utter realization:
"Garrosh, it seems I've underestimated you all along. Back then, you knelt before me, humbly expressing your loyalty, and only then did I help you kill Dranosh Saurfang. and ascend to the Warchief's throne. Dranosh, that boy, could have returned as Death Knight after the Wrathgate."
Upon hearing of Dranosh Saurfang's death, High Saurfang the Great wore a sorrowful expression.
"Saurfang, you're a failed experiment of the Burning Legion, aren't you sad? Back then, you wanted a young body to replace this old, broken, and wounded Veteran's body. Dranosh Saurfang fit your plan perfectly. I saw everything you secretly did, threatening Vol'jin to prepare the sorcery for the body swap. I ruined your plot; you should hate me."
"Thrall, you will die a horrible death!" Saurfang the Great roared. "You destroyed me with your own hands!"
"Hate me, Saurfang the Great! You threatened the pathetic, cowardly King Varian to reclaim his fallen body, only to find it unusable, while your children scattered and vanished without a trace. Yes, I told them of your ambitions, and I shattered your hopes."
As if experiencing a final burst of energy before death, Thrall suddenly sat up, a smug smile spreading across his face:
"Garrosh, Saurfang, you're both too naive. You probably don't know this, but in this world, the more interests you betray, the more rewards you receive. I killed Illidan the Demon Hunter, destroyed Arthas on the Frozen Throne, and annihilated Guardian, the Deathwing. All those unstable and powerful beings in Azeroth have been wiped out by me. No one can stop the Burning Legion's advance anymore, and I have received the Burning Legion's reward."
The power of Fel enveloped Thrall, and his face changed.
Saurfang the Great suddenly remembered something and shouted, "Watch out for Thrall's Infernal Transformation!"