It was a colossal Pit Lord, shaking its enormous head as it gazed at Sylvanas, who had regained her radiant beauty.
"It's you, Mannoroth! Weren't you already..."
Sylvanas politely refrained from continuing.
Mannoroth, the Pit Lord, is one of Archimonde's most terrifying subordinates.
His fangs were disproportionate to his enormous head, appearing as if they had just grown out, carrying a fresh and youthful quality.
"Ha, Sylvanas, do you really think a mere Orcs can kill the Invincible Pit Lord?"
Mannoroth revealed a hideous, sinister smile, and said smugly:
"Our Pit Lord clan possesses the talent of sacrificing teeth to escape; when necessary, we can discard our teeth to flee. It's not that I can't win, but there are too many Orcs. Garrosh has prepared everything; it's clearly a trap. For a cunning Pit Lord, running away is the wisest choice."
"Well, it's good to see you're still alive, my new ally."
Sylvanas lowered her voice. She was quite satisfied with Mannoroth as an ally, and chuckled wickedly, "Great Mannoroth, is your goal to bring the Iron Horde back under the Burning Legion's command?"
"Of course, this is the Destiny of the Orcs."
Mannoroth, his massive body swaying, led the way, descending into the depths of the excavated cave:
"For this, I have to shed some blood, you know? Only Orcs Corruption by Demons blood can serve our Legion. Orcs who don't drink blood cannot be trusted."
"Your blood gives the Orcs power, but I don't believe it's irreplaceable."
Sylvanas said tactfully that, in her view, Orcs who drank the Blood of Mannoroth would inevitably fall under the control of the Burning Legion, which would reduce her control over the Iron Horde.
At this point, Sylvanas regarded the Iron Horde as her private property and was unwilling to share it with the Burning Legion.
Mannoroth hesitated for a moment, halting his massive form, and pondered for a short while before continuing onward, his voice booming.
"Dark Lady, I admit that my blood power is limited and cannot significantly enhance the Orcs' strength. In fact, enhancing the Orcs' strength is only one aspect; there is a truth you are unaware of."
"The truth?"
Sylvanas had a feeling that she might be able to uncover some information about the Blackhand behind everything, after all, Mannoroth was one of Archimonde's most trusted subordinates, and he might know more secrets.
As they ventured deeper underground, Sylvanas encountered some colossal creations, seemingly the mutilated limbs of giants. Mannoroth explained as they walked:
"Long ago, the Titans visited Draenor and built the Earth Giants to transform Draenor. This planet was able to become a habitable planet thanks to the Titans. We, the Burning Legion, are enemies of the Titans, but we will not erase their contributions."
"But then the Old Gods also set their sights on this place. Draenor doesn't have World Soul like Azeroth. Logically, the Old Gods shouldn't deliberately visit such a planet. We speculate that this Old Gods might have come from Azeroth?"
"Azeroth?" Sylvanas was astonished upon hearing this.
"That's right. We don't know which Old Gods descended upon Draenor. The Curse of Flesh brought by this Old Gods successfully corrupted the Earth Giants Earth Giants, causing them to degenerate into Magnaron, then into Gronn, and finally into flesh and blood creatures— Ogres and Orcs. We speculate that this was actually a conspiracy by one of the Old Gods, with the aim of creating a massive Legion on Draenor as a surprise force to attack Azeroth, or perhaps to participate in the infighting among the Old Gods."
Sylvanas nodded inwardly, pondering the identity of this Old Gods.
"Orcs are creations of the Old Gods, and the bloodlust and greed within them still linger. This is evidence of their influence from the Old Gods. If they weren't Corruption by Demon Blood, once they entered Azeroth, they would easily become his minions with just a little temptation from that Old Gods. Although this is just speculation, we must be wary."
Sylvanas narrowed her eyes slightly upon hearing this, immediately associating it with opening the Dark Portal.
"So, Garrosh created the Iron Horde to serve some Old Gods?"
"Dark Lady," Mannoroth's voice grew increasingly solemn, "We must show awe to these great beings. To pry into their secrets is unbecoming of your status; this is the advice of Pit Lord has lived for countless ages."
Sylvanas immediately shut her mouth. Her lifespan and experience were far inferior to Mannoroth's. After countless years of war and countless years of experience, Mannoroth took everything lightly.
But Sylvanas, who only has a lifespan of a few hundred years, clearly still retains a strong sense of curiosity.
"Look, Sylvanas, this is a little treasure I unearthed, what an adorable creation."
Mannoroth showed off his excavation results. In the dark underground cave, there lay a mangled hand, almost as large as a mountain, most of which was still buried in the soil.
"An arm of an Earth Giants, remarkably well-preserved. We are currently Fel- modifying it. With it, the Iron Horde will be utterly vulnerable. Once the Fel modification is complete, it will be time to force the Iron Horde to drink our blood."
Cairne Bloodhoof stood on the dam, and in front of him, the Undead Tauren once again withstood the Orcs' onslaught.
The Orcs left behind thousands of corpses, followed by a desperate escape and pursuit by the Undead Tauren. This defeat was enough for them to learn their lesson, and they would not launch an attack for several days.
In recent days, Cairne has felt his strength slowly draining away, and the division rate of the Blood-red Threadworms in his body is decreasing; they are not as active anymore.
Although he stubbornly refused to accept it, Cairne also realized that the Undead Tauren had flaws.
His revenge was still unavenged; was it really going to end like this? Cairne was extremely unwilling.
Cairne looked up at the sky and Anjing prayed to Earth Mother, though he knew there would be no response.
Meanwhile, aboard the Sea's Sovereignty, Robbie observed the decline of the Undead Tauren.
This weakening is very slow and will take some time to affect the Undead Tauren's fighting ability, but as long as the Orcs continue to persevere, they will achieve final victory.
Judging by the timeline, the dam probably won't be able to fill with water in time.
So, does that mean Vol'jin won?
Robbie was never really at ease with Sylvanas.
On this day, three visitors appeared at the entrance of Hellfire Citadel.
A terrifying Pit Lord, High Archmage Antonidas, and Sylvanas Windrunner.
A colossal, rocky hand loomed over Hellfire Citadel; if this mountain-like hand were to fall, the entire Hellfire Citadel would be reduced to ashes.
Under this devastating pressure, the Iron Horde soldiers inside Hellfire Citadel dared not make a move. Grom Hellscream brought Kilrogg Deadeye out to meet the visitors.
"Pit Lord Mannoroth of the Abyss, you still dare to come see me? Wasn't the lesson I taught you last time enough?"
Grom Hellscream noticed Mannoroth's expression. "So you're not the leader after all. Then who do I have to face? A rotting corpse, or..."
Sylvanas stepped forward and stared at Grommash Hellscream.