"Stealth is a profession that walks on a knife's edge. A skilled stealthy Stealth must be unaffected by emotional fluctuations and perform with extreme consistency. For example, my upper limit and lower limit are almost the same."
As Vanessa Stealth through the caves of the Vulgol Ogre Mound, she whispered her boast to Robbie.
Robbie dared not utter a sound at this moment. The Twilight's Hammer cultists, carrying torches, patrolled around, and he had to carefully choose his route to avoid running into them.
In addition to these, there are hidden traps. Often, just because an Ogre Guards walks by unharmed does not mean the ground is safe. Following him could easily trigger a trap.
Vanessa is very cute when she gets serious. She carefully avoids all the traps, stopping and starting, and occasionally taking out her notebook to make notes.
Robbie tilted his head and looked over, only to see Vanessa drawing a map of the cave, marking the locations of all the traps.
"You know, the difference between me and Garona is that Garona always overestimates herself, just like the Orcs are overconfident in their explosive power, so she often gets captured and always has to be rescued by Medivh. But I clearly understand the upper limit of my strength and have never made any mistakes."
Vanessa carefully explored the cave floor and walls. Ahead of her was a repaired trap, with traces of blood on the ground.
This is where Garona went wrong; by failing to detect the trap hidden at the top of the cave, both Garona and Jaina were exposed.
Carefully navigating the traps, Vanessa walked about ten meters further, nearing the deepest part of the cave. She finally stopped, shrugged, and said, "This is my limit. I'm at least ten meters ahead of Garona."
An indescribable, gloomy aura emanated from ahead. Although all around was quiet except for the heavy footsteps of the Ogres, Robbie felt as if he were in a bustling city, and in an unfamiliar place where he couldn't speak the language.
Various unfamiliar languages entered my mind, as if countless people were speaking incomprehensible words in my ears.
This is a variant of the whispers of the Old Gods.
Simply put, the Old Gods bewitched some Ogres, driving them into madness.
These crazed Ogres, based on their own understanding, translated the Whispers of the Old Gods in their own way. Because everyone's understanding of the whispers of the Old Gods was different, the translations were completely different.
Outsiders couldn't understand what they were saying; even among themselves, it was like talking to a brick wall—a bunch of madmen making a racket, a complete mess.
Robbie saw a combination of Point, Line, and Planes; indeed, this was the limit of his infiltration.
Further on, the ground and walls were covered as if by a thin fungal carpet, filled with the Curse of Flesh of the Old Gods, covered with mushroom-like stalks, each eyeball turning and carefully observing its surroundings.
The gazes of countless eyes refracted each other, forming a dense net so thick that even a fly couldn't get through.
This is where Thrall is imprisoned, guarded by Cho'gall's most loyal subordinates. They are Ogres driven mad by the whispers of the Old Gods, and will only obey Cho'gall's orders. They are the most fanatical and fearless group of ogre death Ogre.
Further investigation was impossible, but fortunately Robbie had the seventeenth Holy Light fusion with the Runes of the Dead, the power of the Eye of C'Thun.
In this Ogre mountain, due to the interference of the Old Gods's power, the Eye of C'Thun's scouting range is not as wide as it is in Theramore, which is why it had to risk venturing deep into the caves.
As the power of the Eye of C'Thun deepened, Robbie saw Cho'gall, the ogre as large as a mountain of flesh, sitting on the ground feigning Ogre, his two heads chattering incessantly.
It's clear that he still retains independent thought, but some of his actions are no longer under his control. For example, the whispers he utters unconsciously are no different from those of a crazed Ogre.
It is said that the two-headed Ogre has a certain resistance to the corruption of the Old Gods because it has two self-awarenesses. Even so, judging from Cho'gall's mad ramblings, he is not far from going insane.
Suddenly, Cho'gall opened his eyes. His eyeballs, large and small, seemed to come alive and began to spin rapidly. Cho'gall awoke from his frenzy, and his mind regained control of his body.
"The master is watching us, brothers, we've lost! Oh my god, the master is angry, how terrifying!"
"Yes, it's all over. My Ogre Empire, like a shattered dream." The other head said viciously, "It's all that Varian's fault. He's just an annoying little brat. Even the greatest wisdom couldn't have predicted the actions of a fool. It's not my fault, I will tear him to pieces."
"We must speak with Thrall, immediately, right now, before the Child King launches his attack."
Cho'gall stood up, muttering to himself, and strode toward the deepest part of the cave, where Thrall was imprisoned.
This place resembles an Altar, with four hideous Ogres guarding the four corners. Tentacles grow from their joints, and sharp bone spikes extend haphazardly from their bodies, like a chaotic armory.
Faceless Ones still roamed around, and the dark creatures on the ground grew increasingly powerful, with tentacles, eye stalks, and mouths filled with sharp teeth almost everywhere.
At the very center was Thrall, his lower body being viciously bitten by a huge mouth, sharp teeth penetrating deep into his waist, but strangely, no blood flowed out; the huge mouth seemed to have grown into Thrall.
"Cho'gall, I heard their comments," Thrall said smugly. After countless pleas to no avail, Thrall finally gave up his hope of kneeling and begging for mercy and began to confront his own conscience.
"The foolish human King Varian has come to my rescue, and you are destined to fail. You have lost, Cho'gall."
"Is that so! Varian's foolish actions are indeed unexpected. I don't know how the treacherous Jaina managed to fool him, but do you think they can rescue you successfully? Only I understand the power of the Old Gods; even the Guardian Medivh couldn't. Look at your lower half, Thrall, perhaps you can be saved."
"But only half, your upper body." Another head immediately interjected, loudly mocking Thrall:
"A chieftain without an ass, sitting in a wheelchair, oh! oh! Thrall, Saurfang will eat you up, eat you alive, so he can rightfully inherit the chieftainship."
Thrall fell into thought. Varian could indeed rescue Thrall, but only Cho'gall could free him from this gaping maw that was so closely connected to him.
Cho'gall is an Ogre Mage strength is comparable to Jaina's. This place is filled with the power of the Old Gods, making it his home turf. He can teleport anywhere at will, making it virtually impossible to capture him.
Once Cho'gall escapes back to the depths of the Temple of Ahn'Qiraj, even Aegwynn and her son, who came together, dare not venture deep into the secret chamber where C'Thun's physical body is manifested.
"Please, Cho'gall, you've already failed. Why drag me down with you? I promise you, if you release me, the Orcs will never retaliate. Let's just act like nothing happened. Wouldn't that be better?"
In Thrall's view, kneeling and begging for mercy is not a shameful thing. A true man can bend and stretch. A crazy guy like Cho'gall can easily be made to feel superior by pleading and let himself off the hook because of his arrogance.
This is the great wisdom of the Orcs: when they have the advantage, they are ruthless and unreasonable; when they should be timid, they must be timid, especially when there is no one else around.
"Haha, Thrall, that's the mindset of a true king. I have high hopes for you, but that's not enough." One of Cho'gall's heads stared sinisterly at Thrall.
"You see, I don't want to let a useless piece of trash, a disgraced Horde chieftain, go. Even if you return to Orgrimmar unscathed, with your prestige ruined, you'll definitely be eaten by Saurfang. Because you have an ass and two legs, it might take you a little longer to be eaten."
"You will suffer even more," another head added. "Therefore, Thrall, your wisdom as a king is insufficient; you should find a way to turn the tide."
Thrall fell into deep thought again. For days, he had been contemplating how to escape and beg Cho'gall for mercy, hoping he would show leniency. He even considered betraying Orgrimmar and making Cho'gall the Horde of the Warchief.
When Cho'gall showed a willingness to let him go, it didn't please Thrall; he feared the situation he would face once he was out would be even more difficult.
Cho'gall only wanted to make him the Ogre's bride; he would never kill him.
If Saurfang seizes an opportunity, he will surely devour Thrall piece by piece. Perhaps Sylvanas will resurrect him and make the former Warchief a servant of the Dark Lady. Who knows?
He needs a way to break the deadlock.