Thrall stared in astonishment at the Runed Spear embedded in his chest, a poisoned dagger in his hand, his crimson eyes filled with rage and resentment.
Cairne recognized it immediately; the dagger was coated with a poison intended for the Undead.
"Gul'dan, you lied to me, you despicable scoundrel!"
Thrall roared, baring his teeth and glaring at the smug Gul'dan in the distance, a look of resentment on his face.
Then, the dying Thrall stared mockingly at Cairne Bloodhoof, his former Orcs Servant.
"Cairne, don't think you've won. This is Gul'dan's scheme. He told me that if I killed you, he would free me from Sylvanas's control, and I could take my revenge. I suspected it was a conspiracy, but I still held onto a sliver of hope. I really had no other choice. You were only able to kill me because you were incredibly stupid."
"Now, we're even."
Thrall a bitter laugh, staring intently at the Tauren Chieftain, before slowly collapsing to the ground.
This was his second death; he no longer possessed the power to survive, and the Dark Lady could no longer resurrect him.
That was close! If Cairne hadn't been an Undead Tauren at that moment, he would have been drenched in a cold sweat.
"Hehe!"
A sinister laugh reached Cairne's ears; it was Gul'dan's voice.
"Earth Mother has abandoned you, but I can set you free again. Thrall cunning and treacherous. I didn't trust him. I deliberately reminded you to give you a chance to live. Fortunately, you haven't disappointed me."
"Once you kill two more Orcs generals, those enemies who killed you will be free. Believe me, I can easily break free of Sylvanas's control over you."
Cairne resigned himself to his fate. He gripped the Runed Spear tightly, snorted, and began searching for his next target.
There's no turning back now. Sylvanas won't let me go. I can only pin my hopes on Gul'dan keeping his promise.
A Tauren Chieftain knows how to ambush is equally terrifying.
What is true death?
It's not that the Night Elves returned to Elune; it's not that the Orcs returned to the ranks of the Ancestral Spirits; it's not that the Tauren returned to the embrace of Earth Mother.
Bwonsamdi, the god of death who does not belong to the Trolls, the Lich King on the Frozen Throne, or Eir, the Val'kyr god.
That is the Legendary Death Realm dead, the world of the decaying, the true and eternal death.
In his dazed state, Thrall heard many sounds, some like chaotic murmurs in a dream, others clearly reaching his ears.
He saw a large group of figures, but the gray mist obscured his vision, making it difficult to see clearly. Pairs of eyes flickered like fireflies, scrutinizing him.
"This is Thrall, who calls himself the Savior and has nearly destroyed Azeroth several times," a voice said, cold and expressionless.
"When will Garrosh and Saurfang arrive?" another voice asked.
"It'll be soon."
Thrall regained some self-awareness, and his vision gradually cleared.
He noticed that this was a world of only black and white, with a gloomy sky, vast gray fog, and the faint outlines of enormous city-states and magnificent buildings.
This world is already dead!
For some reason, a strange voice arose in Thrall's mind.
You almost turned Azeroth into this state.
The mysterious voice sounded again.
Thrall followed the sound and saw a spiral staircase leading deep into the gray mist, with a high throne high in the clouds.
There sat a figure, dressed in thick black armor, without a helmet, his handsome face deep in thought, his hair shimmering with grey light.
On either side stood countless immortal beings, like mountains, a dark mass, all bowing in submission to the person on the throne.
That's a familiar face.
Thrall was terrified!
Arthas Menethil.
Karazhan.
Robbie followed Vanessa cautiously.
The two jumped out of the fireplace, Robbie covered in black soot and had to use Cleanse to remove it.
Vanessa, however, was spotless. Robbie secretly sighed, realizing that the difference in their skills was still quite obvious.
That's the difference in talent!
This should be a reception room, with a long table in the center and two rows of neat chairs. Judging from the furnishings, there are no particularly luxurious items, so it should be used specifically for servants.
The rooms in Karazhan were like a maze, Robbie carefully observed them with the Eye of C'Thun, for there were too many dangers within.
Robbie saw a mysterious room connected to a starry sky, with eyes the size of planets staring curiously at the exit.
It was an illusion from some unknown time and space, a vast blue sea, where a stunning mermaid leaned against a reef and sang loudly.
A planet ablaze with flames, its center split open into a terrifying, dark maw, filled with sharp teeth, chewing on something.
Too many eerie visions arise from the shattered space of Karazhan.
Robbie knew very well that he had to find the Book of Medivh on this trip.
It's not the one that Jaina deliberately stole and gave to Antonidas back then.
It is the true Book of Medivh, which records all of Medivh's magic and Medivh experiences studying with the Burning Legion.
As they passed through a certain room, a strange vision suddenly appeared: a mysterious creature was bound by chains on a blood-soaked stone pillar.
This is a monster that looks like Demons, with huge fleshy wings on its back, blood-red eyes, and a mouthful of sharp teeth.
Unlike Demons, monsters are slender, with handsome faces, brilliant blond hair, and exquisite features, except for a pair of eerie red eyes, comparable to High Elves.
Beside this monster stood Aegwynn, dressed in elegant and luxurious attire. She looked quite young, and compared to the current Aegwynn, she showed far less of the signs of age.
This is a fragmented spacetime, an illusion from hundreds of years ago.
Robbie found he couldn't get around the room and could only cautiously observe the strange illusion with Vanessa.
"A creature that feeds on human blood." Elwynn chuckled. "Its regenerative abilities surpass even those of Trolls, and it's born with the ability to use various forms of dark magic. It's a pity it fears sunlight. What an interesting life form."
"Listen, woman, we come in the name of peace. I have lived Anjing for hundreds of years and have never done anything evil," the monster argued.
"Peace?" Aegwynn chuckled. "You're secretly hunting humans and sucking their blood."
"We are the noble vampires, and humans are merely food."
Aegwynn grinned wickedly as she produced a Spellstealer Wyrm: "Now you're about to become this little cutie's food. It will lay eggs inside you and steal your talents. You're lucky; it seems to me it's still somewhat useful."
"Damn it, you Demons."
"Alright, woman, I admit you are very powerful, but you have no idea what I've discovered—a great secret concerning Azeroth, and I'm willing to trade this secret for my life."
The vampire man lowered his stance, but still maintained his dignity.
Aegwynn shook her head. "You're too weak. I don't think you can offer any knowledge that interests me."
"No, this secret originates from the history of our world, the ancient history we have experienced. For this, the vampires paid a heavy price, but we finally triumphed. You, on the other hand, are still lost and have failed to take the crucial step."
The vampire man declared loudly, "My secret concerns the life and death of Azeroth."
Aegwynn hesitated for a moment, carefully observing the vampire's expression, before putting away the Spellstealer Wyrm: "You weren't lying, alright, you've successfully piqued my interest."
Seeing a chance to live, the vampire man hurriedly said:
"I know a lot about the history of Azeroth. The Trolls built a powerful empire, which the Elves easily defeated with their powerful magic—magic was simply too strong. Since then, there have been forces interfering with the magical sequence: the explosion of the Well of Eternity, Mana Addiction, the abuse of magic causing weaknesses in space. What comes to mind?"
"What are you hiding?" Aegwynn frowned, a threatening look on her face.
"It's the Well of Eternity. It's not just a simple, Sundering explosion. Due to some sinister schemes, the Well of Eternity's energy has influenced the magical rules of the entire world. This is a conspiracy. As long as we find the Blackhand behind it, there's still time," the vampire shouted a warning.
Aegwynn scoffed and shook his head, saying, "The Elves originated from Trolls, Trolls are born with Mana Addiction; they are extremely intoxicated by magic spirits. That proves nothing; you're lying."
"No, it is your history that is lying. I have noticed that the Bronze Dragonflight wield the power of time. You must stop Queen Azshara's madness and save the future of Azeroth."