"The bride?" Thrall was puzzled.
Mogmorlok swayed his massive body, unable to hide the excitement on his face. "Among our Ogre race, there has always been Legendary of the Mother Ogre. Whoever finds the Mother Ogre will unite the Ogre race."
Thrall was even more puzzled. He had heard some Veterans talk about the ancient customs of Ogres, but he had always been skeptical. How could there be a female Ogre at the Shadebough Inn?
No one has ever seen what a real female Ogre looks like.
Mogmorlok looked at Thrall, his eyes blazing with Fervor: "We followed the scent to find the mother Ogre, Thrall. I never imagined you would be the Ogre bride I've been searching for."
"I'm the Ogre's bride? Are you kidding me? You stupid beast."
Thrall was furious upon hearing this, feeling a deep sense of humiliation. In Draenor, the Orcs' homeland, Orcs and Ogres had always been mortal enemies, their hatred accumulated generation after generation, filled with endless slaughter. Thrall roared:
"Damn it, you stupid Ogre, do you know what you're saying? Get out of here, you filthy Ogre, do you dare challenge the authority of the great Savior?"
King Mogmorlok scratched his head, a shy expression on his face.
"Don't be shy, Thrall! You probably don't know your true identity yet. Legendary female Ogres can be of any race and any gender. Come, Thrall, my bride, let's build a mighty Ogre Empire together."
Go to hell!
Thrall was enraged. He gathered powerful Lightning in his hands and unleashed a Chain Lightning that struck down King Mogmorlok.
King Mogmorlok's massive body collapsed to the ground, but he quickly rose again. The strong Ogre chieftain had some resistance to magic. He dusted himself off and revealed a lecherous expression.
"Come, Thrall, this is your Destiny. Don't refuse my kindness."
Thrall felt a chill run down his spine; he suddenly remembered something.
"Scent, you found the mother Ogre by scent. I understand, this is a conspiracy."
Thrall hurriedly ripped off the ornate armor given to him by Experiment 335 and threw it far away. He believed that the strange Ogre scent must have been applied to the armor, which was clearly a conspiracy by "King Varian".
To Thrall's surprise, High Overlord Mogmorlok continued to stare intently at Thrall, sending a chill down Thrall's spine.
"Haha!" In the distance, Experiment 335 looked smug. "Thrall would never guess that the Mother Ogre's potion was applied to her Strength Pauldrons."
When the two first met, Thrall hugged Experiment 335. After being pierced by the Strength Pauldrons, the drug had already entered his bloodstream, and his body odor emanated from within and would not disappear for a while.
After leaving the Shadebough Inn, Experiment 335 immediately put away his Strength Pauldrons, leaving only the scent of the Mother Ogre emanating from Thrall.
When Thrall threw his magnificent armor, it was caught by a strong Naga.
The Naga leader carefully examined the jewels inlaid on the armor and found a scale from a Lurky.
"Sea King's scales, Thrall, you must know Sea King's whereabouts, tell me."
Thrall was going crazy; he had no idea what Sea King.
"For the unity of the Ogres, come home with me, Thrall!" High Overlord Mogmorlok roared as he charged toward Thrall.
"Thrall, tell me the whereabouts of the Sea King!" The Naga leader twisted her body and charged at Thrall, and the three of them engaged in a fierce battle.
"The Defias Brotherhood, Grimtotem, the Centaur Horde, the Quilboars of Razorfen Downs and Razorfen, the Naga of Alcaz Island, the Ogres of Brackenwall Village." Experiment 335 counted on his fingers, "It seems only the Forsaken haven't shown up yet. Robbie, where's the fake Plague formula hidden?"
Robbie smiled slightly, "It'll be here soon. Just you wait, Thrall won't be able to hold on much longer."
High Overlord Mogmorlok and the Naga leader launched a frenzied attack, Thrall gradually began to feel the strain.
Seeing that Jaina was about to retreat to his side, entangled by countless thorny tentacles, and the Mushan Beast was on the verge of death, Thrall hurriedly roared:
"Jaina, Dark Portal, I will wipe them all out."
Before his departure, Thrall entrusted Jaina with an important treasure: Dark Portal to Orgrimmar.
In the Battle of Mount Hyjal, the Orcs made outstanding contributions and rendered great service to the Legion. As a reward, Thrall Legion given a treasure that allowed him to summon the Orgrimmar army at any time, but of course, it could only be used by a mage.
Jaina glared hatefully at Amennar, the Ice King. This towering mountain of bones could move slowly, forcing Jaina to retreat.
Upon hearing Thrall's command, Jaina hurriedly pulled out a black scroll.
As the black scroll unfurled, a dark Portal rose from the ground, resembling a small Dark Portal, almost the size of the gates of Orgrimmar.
From the other end of the Portal came High Saurfang the Great's hearty laughter.
"Thrall, it seems you're in trouble. I warned you long ago that humans are a bunch of despicable and shameless scoundrels. Why bother negotiating with them? We Orcs Invincible; there's no need to cooperate with humans. Just wipe them out."
Thousands of Orcs orc soldiers rushed out of the Portal, followed by Saurfang the Great in full armor.
Magatha Grimtotem, the Ice King Amennar, and the quilboar priest Karga Thornrib all showed expressions of horror almost simultaneously; they had not expected that the orcs would possess such a powerful treasure.
This was, after all, a small skirmish, with each race sending only a small number of elite troops, powerless against the Orcs' formidable army.
Hezrul Centaur, the Mogmorlok leader of Kolkar, was still locked in a fierce battle with Cairne Bloodhoof and Thrall, and had no time to pay attention to the suddenly appearing Orcs army.
The Orcs army is coming and will surely wipe everything out. All races are thinking about how to retreat.
At this crucial moment, the smug Jaina suddenly sensed a strange aura emanating from above the Legion Portal. Jaina quickly approached the Portal and felt a distinct Plague force.
At the top of the Portal, Jaina found a scroll that reeked of Plague.
"What is this?" Jaina curiously. Where did this scroll come from?
She carefully unrolled the scroll, and a powerful aura of Plague emanated from it; it was actually a Plague alchemy recipe.
Why would there be such a Plague recipe? Jaina was baffled; this was a treasure Thrall had given her! She had no idea where this recipe came from.
A shadowy figure loomed over the Shadebough Inn, and a zeppelin appeared in the sky. Sylvanas's most important companion, the Dreadlord Varimathras, appeared at the bow, the cunning Dreadlord letting out a triumphant laugh.
"Jaina, give me the Plague Alchemy recipe. We Forsaken are determined to have it. Please do not refuse; the Horde will win the friendship of the Forsaken."
Jaina blinked, thinking to herself, "It's not like it's mine anyway." Thrall, busy with the battle, was too flustered to notice the scroll.
At this time, the Forsaken were in a honeymoon period with the Horde and were already considered members of the Horde.
It was just a Plague scroll, and Jaina didn't want to damage her relationship with the Forsaken, so she wanted to give the scroll to Varimathras as a favor.
Before Jaina could act, the Plague Scroll suddenly burst into flames and quickly turned to ashes.
Jaina froze, suddenly realizing it was a trap.
Varimathras's face darkened, but instead of being angry, he laughed and said, "Very well, very well, Jaina, no one dares to underestimate the Forsaken. The Orcs must pay the price for your Pride and taste the latest Plague from Undercity."
The airship shook violently, and green liquid rained down from the sky, exploding among the Orcs Legion.
Green smoke enveloped the Orcs Legion, and the soldiers' skin rapidly turned black, their strong bodies becoming weak. This was Plague that had not yet been successfully developed; although it could not kill the Orcs Warriors, it could render them incapable of fighting.
Upon seeing this, Saurfang the Great let out a strange cry and quickly slipped into the Portal to escape.