The bomb was made by Robbie and Vanessa overnight. Their skills couldn't compare to those of professional technicians; they could only guarantee an explosion, but neither of them knew how powerful it would be.
Gallywix's round body was thrown a long way by the blast wave and landed on the ground unconscious. Although his face was covered in blood and his chest was a bloody mess, he was not seriously injured. He only suffered superficial wounds and was not in mortal danger.
The Mushan Beast, as massive as Castle with thick hide and flesh, was rendered insignificant by this explosion, which was like a mere tickle.
But the sudden explosion startled the Mushan Beast. The terrifying beast roared and leaped wildly like a frightened wild horse, causing the ground to shake violently. Several Horde soldiers were unable to dodge in time and were immediately trampled into mincemeat.
The Horde sacrificed three thousand Warriors to tame this terrifying beast, and Robbie wanted to see how Thrall would handle it.
Faced with this raging beast, Robbie protected Experiment 335 and retreated. Jaina also immediately got up, calmly wiped the grease from her mouth with a napkin, and used her teleportation abilities to Blink to a safe place.
She wasn't afraid of the giant beast, but it was Thrall's mount, so she couldn't kill it or injure it.
Boom!
The Mushan Beast trampled a building of the Shadebough Inn, causing a violent earthquake. The frenzied beast charged towards Thrall.
Thrall smiled slightly, took out a remote control, and gently pressed a button.
The Mushan Beast convulsed, sparks flew from its limbs, and it collapsed to the ground, unable to get up.
It turns out that ever since the Horde tamed the Mushan Beast, Thrall was very worried that if the giant beast went berserk, it might destroy Orgrimmar.
At Gallywix's suggestion, skilled technicians implanted electrodes in the Mushan Beast's vital nerve nodes. If the Mushan Beast out of control, simply pressing a remote control can paralyze its nerves, causing it to fall into temporary paralysis.
Robbie and Vanessa were unaware of the existence of this Mushan Beast. They never expected that Thrall had such a trick up his sleeve, easily resolving the crisis.
This won't do; we have to think of something. Robbie's mind raced, and he immediately came up with a great idea.
Robbie opened the package and took out a long, narrow object wrapped in black cloth.
As the outer strip of cloth slowly unfurled, a jet-black spear was revealed.
The ancient patterns, full of a savage and wild aura, are covered with mysterious Runes.
A powerful force emanated from the Runed Spear, and a black phantom appeared and disappeared, as if a tall Tauren could be seen galloping across the grassland with a spear in hand.
Tauren Chieftain Cairne Bloodhoof's eyes widened immediately, followed by heavy breathing. His eyes gleamed, and his hooves stared involuntarily at the ground, like a bull ready to unleash its fury at any moment.
"Is this the Spear of Victory?"
Jaina was also stunned. She never expected that the Spear of Victory, representing the chieftain's identity, would be in Robbie's hands after the Tauren race had been missing for over twenty generations.
In a nearby ravine, Magatha Grimtotem suddenly stood up and hurriedly gripped the Wind Serpent Staff.
The older Tauren was extremely excited, and said in a trembling voice:
"May the Ancestral Spirit protect us! The Spear of Victory has finally appeared! The intelligence was indeed true! We must not let it fall into the hands of that coward, Cairne Bloodhoof! For the glory of Earth Mother, my children, prepare for battle, for Of Blood and Honor!"
Robbie knew very well that this Runed Spear couldn't be exposed for too long. It was a fake made by Vanessa, and although it had the aura of the Spear of Victory, it was far from being a Legendary weapon. If left unseen for too long, its true nature would be discovered.
Grabbing the replica of the Spear of Victory in one hand, Robbie threw it like a javelin, aiming for the nostrils of the Mushan Beast.
"No!"
Cairne Bloodhoof roared furiously, his eyes bloodshot with rage, as the Spear of Victory traced a black line and disappeared into the Mushan Beast's massive nostrils.
The Tauren Chieftain was filled with resentment; the Spear of Victory had been so close, yet he had failed to seize the opportunity.
"Run!"
Robbie grabbed Experiment 335 like a chick and used Holy Light Teleportation. A bright light flashed, and the two escaped from the Shadebough Inn.
Compared to the enormous body of the Mushan Beast, the Runed Spear was as tiny as a hair. Feeling an itch in its nose, the Mushan Beast finally couldn't help but sneeze loudly.
As if a giant tornado had swept through, the roofs of several rooms in the Shadebough Inn were blown off, and all the furniture and belongings inside were gone, leaving only a few frames standing alone in the same place.
Some of the Horde Warriors standing in front of the Mushan Beast were blown around and rolled on the ground. Gallywix had already woken up, but he was immediately blown far away again, crashed heavily to the ground, and lost consciousness once more.
Thrall calmly cast Water Shield on himself and erected a wind totem to block the Gale, his feet firmly planted on the ground, unmoving.
Vol'jin quickly bent down, his sharp Warglaive firmly embedded in the soil.
Cairne Bloodhoof stood tall against the Gale, arms outstretched, befitting his reputation as Tauren Chieftain known for his strength.
A sticky, foul-smelling liquid sprayed all three of them, covering their faces; it was Mushan Beast's snot.
Jaina quickly activated her Ice Block, thus escaping death.
Thrall brought three hundred Horde Warriors with him, all of whom were the most loyal Orcs Warriors and belonged to Thrall's Personal Guard. At this moment, most of them were scattered and battered, and it was the most chaotic moment.
Magatha Grimtotem realized her chance had come. The Grimtotem Tauren unleashed Plainsrunning, rushing towards the Shadebough Inn like a herd of raging bulls. She had to find the Spear of Victory before Cairne Bloodhoof.
Magatha Grimtotem felt the need to shout a slogan to boost morale. She took a deep breath and was about to shout "For Earth Mother!" when a low, hoarse roar rang out first.
"For the great Agamaggan, Quilboar warriors, charge! Slay all the damned greenskin Orcs!"
A group of ferocious Quilboar stormed into the Green Shade Inn before the Grimtotem could even get up. Quilboar target was the Horde soldiers who hadn't yet gotten to their feet, and they launched a series of savage Charges, their long tusks piercing into the bodies of the Horde soldiers.
Carl Thornrib, the elderly Quilboar Shaman, swayed her bloated body, chanting incantations as she slammed her arms into the ground.
The earth churned, and thick thorny vines burst forth from the ground, tightly binding the limbs of the Mushan Beast like octopus tentacles.
"Those filthy Quilboar dare to challenge the authority of the Horde! Slaughter them all! Leave no one alive!"
Ignoring his sticky snot, Thrall jumped up and shouted the order.
Vol'jin swiftly pulled his Warglaive from the ground, wiped the snot from his face, and a sinister smile appeared on his lips as he and a squad of soldiers held off the Quilboar's attack.
The valiant and warlike Horde never took the Quilboar seriously, and after the initial chaos, they quickly regained their footing.
Cairne Bloodhoof removed the Runed Spear from his back and was about to join the battle when he saw a cloud of dust billowing in the distance, and the earth trembled violently.
"Your opponent is me, Cairne. You coward, you'll never get the Spear of Victory."
Magatha Grimtotem was menacing, his hands gathering powerful Lightning. Cairne Bloodhoof frowned; he knew this old adversary all too well. He could only send a portion of his Horde's soldiers into the melee with Grimtotem.
Thick thorny vines tightly wrapped around the Mushan Beast's limbs and neck. Due to the impact of the electrodes, the Mushan Beast was powerless. The sharp thorns of the vines pierced the Mushan Beast's skin, causing it to bleed profusely, and the Mushan Beast let out painful howls.
Thrall was heartbroken for his mount. He didn't understand the Quilboar's magic and dared not venture into the dense forest of thorny vines, so he had no choice but to ask Jaina for help.
"Jaina, I owe you a favor. If you need it, you can borrow this Mushan Beast for a while. You should know, it's the most prestigious mount in Azeroth."
In terms of erudition, Jaina far Thrall, and she seized the opportunity to mock him:
"A mere Quilboar can stump you? It's just some outdated and barbaric magic, Thrall. How will you survive without me?"
Jaina winked at Thrall and gave him a charming smile.
She drank a precious magical potion, regaining some of her magic power, and quickly Blink in front of Carl Thornrib. Jaina exuded an astonishing chill, freezing any vines that approached her into ice.
"I need time for Agamaggan's soul to descend and take over this precious body, to help me hold off this wretched woman and prevent her from interfering with my spellcasting," Carl Thornrib growled in a low voice.
"As you wish, esteemed lady."
Amennar, the King of Ice, appeared before Jaina in a flash, blocking her path.
"A mere Lich, are you here to die?"
Jaina scoffed, she had never taken Amnennar seriously, even though Amnennar's Razorfen Downs was teeming with Undead and Quilboar, posing a threat to Theramore's safety.
But in her view, this was a minor problem that could be easily resolved.
Robbie and Experiment 335 had already escaped to a nearby hillside, where they were watching the commotion from above.
Subject 335 stroked his chin, shook his head, and said, "Jaina, the Daughter of the Sea, and Amenábar, the King of Ice—no matter how you look at it, they are unworthy opponents. In terms of reputation, strength, and background, Amenábar is completely overwhelmed!"
Robbie's gaze turned serious, his eyes revealing Point, Line, and Planes. While Amnennar's magical power was indeed inferior to Jaina's, a unique force flowed within him. Robbie narrowed his eyes and said:
"Don't jump to conclusions; perhaps Amnennar can bring us an unexpected surprise."
Amnennar's purple Lich robes fluttered in the wind, and immense magical power brewed in the shadows. Facing the renowned Jaina, Amnennar remained remarkably calm, showing no fear whatsoever.
"Jaina, I admit you are very powerful. Your mentor Antonidas and your master Medivh are the most powerful mages in the world. But you are just a traditional mage, adhering to those ancient and outdated rules. Your magical knowledge is outdated, and you know nothing about true power. Let me show you what the art of magic is."
Amnennar pulled out a thick plate helmet and carefully put it on. Jaina was a little puzzled; why would a mage need to wear plate armor?
"Come forth, my loyal Bone Band Brigade!" Amnennar shouted.