First give them hope of resurrection, then destroy it with your own hands.
This immense psychological gap can generate a despair more terrifying than death, and Sylvanas revels in the thrill of revenge.
Thrall, Saurfang, Garrosh — the Corpses from that coffin continued to tug at their souls. They all knew what this meant; their dignity prevented them from becoming Sylvanas's Servant, and they fiercely resisted.
"Give up. You have already signed a pact, and no one can escape its binding force. You have no idea what kind of powerful force you are fighting against. Darkness descends, the empire is reborn, and that vanished civilization will surely return to the earth."
Sylvanas smiled smugly as she grabbed the three signed contracts and unleashed three streams of black energy from her hands.
No! No! No!
The three Restless Souls roared weakly, though they were extremely unwilling.
But their resistance was quickly broken, and they watched helplessly as they entered the prepared Corpses, while countless Rune powers rushed towards them, firmly binding their souls.
"I've been waiting for this day for a long time."
Sylvanas laughed maniacally, a feeling of unparalleled, exhilarating satisfaction washing over her.
"Thrall, Saurfang, the executioners who destroyed Silvermoon City, my hard work has finally paid off. I will not let you die so easily. Rise, my loyal dogs, and face your humiliating and desperate Destiny."
A sense of despair gripped the three of them. They struggled desperately, but it was all in vain; they were already under Sylvanas's control.
The three emerged from the coffin, reluctantly adapting to their respective bodies.
"Sylvanas, what happened in Silvermoon City has nothing to do with me. Back then, I was just a farmer in Nagrand. Thrall tricked me into coming to Azeroth, wanting me to take my father's place and become his dog."
Garrosh was the first to speak, at which point he no longer cared about the dignity of the Orcs Warchief:
"If I hadn't promptly sought refuge with the richest woman, Doras, and groveled to become one of her lovers, I would probably have been collared by Thrall long ago. I'm willing to serve you, but I only hope to retain at least some dignity."
Looking at the pleading of the former Warchief of the Horde, Sylvanas fell into deep thought.
Indeed, she had no deep-seated hatred for Garrosh. The Dark Lady saw him as someone she could use and smiled faintly, "Garrosh, do you remember who taught you how to control the Sha?"
Garrosh was stunned. Merging with the Heart of Y'Shaarj was no easy feat; countless ambitious figures throughout Pandaria's history had failed to achieve it. At that time, Garrosh was so eager to gain power that he overlooked the fact that his fusion with the Heart of Y'Shaarj had been so smooth—this was simply abnormal.
"It was all your conspiracy!" Garrosh glared at Sylvanas.
Sylvanas's lips curled slightly upwards:
"You should thank me, Garrosh. If I hadn't secretly helped you fuse with the Heart of Y'Shaarj, you would have become Thrall's dog long ago."
Garrosh nodded. "That's right. Thrall pinned all the blame on me. If it weren't for the power of the Heart of Y'Shaarj, which thwarted his plot, I would probably be in a situation worse than death."
Thrall glared fiercely at Sylvanas, finally understanding why Garrosh had been able to defeat him in the Battle of Orgrimmar. He had originally planned to return as the Savior and regain the position of Warchief.
Sylvanas smiled smugly and pointed at Thrall and Saurfang:
"Now, your enemies are right beside you. How do you plan to deal with them, Garrosh? Oh! I almost forgot, there's also your poor father, who has been waiting for revenge for a long time."
Grom Hellscream appeared to the side and bowed respectfully to Sylvanas.
Although the Dark Lady was by no means benevolent and resurrected them for Evil purposes, she was at least stronger than Thrall and preserved Grommash Hellscream's dignity.
"Father!"
Garrosh was momentarily stunned, never expecting that neither he nor his son could escape the curse of Destiny.
The thought of those ancient ruins, the countless Orcs Restless Souls, and the fact that almost all Orcs were under Sylvanas's control filled Garrosh with despair. But he was helpless and could only submit to the Dark Lady's will.
Sylvanas turned to Thrall and Saurfang the Great, her gaze fixed on their still defiant and stubborn eyes, and said calmly, "There are two ways to make you submit. One is dark magic, but unfortunately, it's very unreliable. If it's dispelled by someone, you'll betray me without hesitation."
"The other method is cruel torture, tearing your self-esteem apart and then piecing it back together, forcing you to submit to me from the depths of your souls, never to regret it. Guess which method I will use?"
Thrall and Saurfang trembled upon hearing this. Although the Undead cannot feel the cold, this chill rose from the depths of their hearts, sending shivers down their spines.
"I'm a soft-hearted person and can't bear to see cruel torture, so this matter will be left to..." Sylvanas looked at Grom Hellscream: "Do you remember the days when Thrall treated you like a dog?"
"I will never forget."
Grom Hellscream was filled with immense rage.
"Saurfang betrayed you, he colluded with Thrall. Now, your chance for revenge has arrived. Do you remember the methods I taught you? Don't disappoint me. This task is left to you and your son. I hope their screams will be heard by all the Orcs in the Land of No Shadows. Anyone who dares to oppose me will suffer this fate."
"As you wish, Dark Lady, my son and I are happy to grant your wish."
"No! No! Sylvanas, you can't treat me like this! I am the great Savior!"
Thrall panicked. Clearly, Sylvanas was a master of the soul, and the method she taught Grom Hellscream must have been an excruciating torment of the soul.
"Sylvanas, I am willing to serve you; I know many secrets," Saurfang the Great pleaded hastily.
"Too late! The crimes you committed against Silvermoon City are crimes I can never forgive." Sylvanas's voice grew louder, tinged with madness, as she pointed to the decaying skin on her face and shrieked:
"These are all crimes you have committed, and all the torment I have suffered will be repaid to you a hundredfold."
Sylvanas waved her hand, Grommash Hellscream and his son, both looking excited, hoisted Thrall and Saurfang onto their shoulders and headed towards the torture chamber located below the Altar.
Before long, a series of horrifying screams emanated from the interrogation room. Amplified by the Altar, they could be heard by all the Restless Souls of the dead in the Land of No Shadows. These screams sent chills down one's spine and made one's soul tremble.
Sylvanas sat on her throne beside the Altar, listening intently to the murmurs of the Land of No Shadows, most of which were expressions of submission and praise for her, which pleased her greatly.
My understanding of Orcs was indeed correct: the most cruel, bloody, and ruthless threats are the best way to rule Orcs, whether they are alive or dead.
"Antonidas," Sylvanas whispered the name of her subordinate.
High Archmage Antonidas emerged from the shadows and stood politely to the side, listening for instructions.
"Go to Stormwind City now and urge King Varian to personally lead his troops to Shadowmoon Valley to wipe out the Draenei and collect Anduin soul. I will then create a human body for the Prince. Return here on the night of the full moon, and we will head to Karazhan. By then, we will have two more decent Horde heroes."
The mention of the word "hero" brought a mocking smile to Sylvanas's lips.
"As you wish, Dark Lady."
Antonidas bowed respectfully and opened the Portal to Stormwind City.