"The Zandalari Empire?"
Khorium glanced furtively at his fiancée, who had fainted from the pain. Eitrigg brought a bucket of cold water and poured it over her bloody wounds. The Troll woman let out a bloodcurdling scream, a pitiful sight. Khorium's heart felt like it was being torn apart.
Eitrigg explained with a laugh that meat doesn't taste good when you're unconscious.
As a Darkspear Trolls, what cruel things haven't I seen?
However, the Darkspear Trolls' cruelty is mainly for revenge or to intimidate enemies. It is Thrall who makes cruelty a daily occurrence, which is truly terrifying. Clearly, the Orcs are a race that is cruel to the core.
Khorium felt a chill run down his spine; he was truly terrified. The cruelty of the Darkspear Trolls was on a completely different level from that of the Orcs. It was child's play, and he couldn't help but grovel before Thrall, begging for mercy.
"Our Darkspear Tribe and the Zandalari Trolls Khorium..." Cold sweat streamed down his forehead, his voice trembling, and he managed to say with great difficulty, "We have always been mortal enemies, and we cannot lure them into a trap."
The thought of Khorium sent a chill down his spine; fear made it difficult for him to control himself.
Thrall saw everything and despised them from the bottom of his heart. He believed that only by being more ruthless than the Darkspear Tribe could one gain their heartfelt loyalty; there was no other way.
"No, no, there's no rush to deal with the Zandalari Empire." Thrall smiled mysteriously. "I've heard that God-King Rastakhan Zandalar has no children, Zandalari Empire is extremely open-minded. If you have the opportunity to impregnate the Queen..."
Thrall winked and gave him a knowing look, then grinned and said, "I have some amazing aphrodisiacs here. Don't hesitate to use them if you need them."
"Definitely, definitely." The Khorium, unsure how to respond, replied.
Thrall clapped his hands, Eitrigg took a gleaming short-handled axe from a guard and immediately chopped off the Troll woman's legs, placing them in a boiling cauldron to cook.
"Prince of Pay-to-Win, we hit it off immediately, let's share this fresh and delicious treat."
Bloodied legs and delicate skin churned in the broth, quickly changing color. Khorium shuddered and, unable to bear the fear any longer, screamed and ran out of Thrall's tent, rushing into a corner to vomit uncontrollably.
Vomiting until he almost fainted, Khorium hurriedly left with the help of his guards, never daring to return. In his heart, Thrall was more terrifying than the Demons of the Burning Legion.
"What a complete waste." Thrall calmly ate the sizzling meat in the soup pot, and said smugly, "Eitrigg, the Darkspear Tribe is so cowardly, we Orcs will surely win. Bring Rokhan to see me."
After Tide Lord Feralas, successfully ambushed Thrall's Dragonblood Orcs in Tidal Bay, Rokhan realized that his plot had been exposed. He was filled with anxiety, not knowing how much of the truth Chieftain Sen'jin knew.
Finally, unable to bear the fear in his heart, Rokhan fled Echo Isles on a dark night. Sen'jin, who had only suspected him at first, immediately realized that he was the traitor and killed Rokhan's entire family.
When Thrall's Orcs landed on Echo Isles, Rokhan, having nowhere else to turn, had no choice but to seek refuge there.
Thrall knew that Sen'jin was cunning and experienced, and not easy to deal with. With a former Captain of the Guards like Rokhan by his side, perhaps he could find some opportunities.
After spending several dozen days together, Rokhan witnessed firsthand Thrall's cruelty and ruthlessness.
For example, he had to eat a living being every day, such as Tauren, Pandaren, or Zandalari Trolls. These cruel methods instilled fear in him from the bottom of his heart. His fear of Thrall was genuine, and he was loyal to him without the slightest thought of betrayal.
"Rokhan, do you think it's feasible to cooperate with Sen'jin to ambush the Kul Tiras navy?"
Thrall chuckled and cut off a large piece of meat, placing it in front of Rokhan.
Rokhan lowered his head, not daring to look at the face of the Zandalari Trolls woman beside him who had lost both legs, and said cautiously:
"This is merely Chief Sen'jin's wishful thinking. I admit that Chief Sen'jin is shrewd and calculating, but he is too autocratic and unwilling to listen to the opinions of his subordinates. Chief Sen'jin also has flaws, such as his lack of understanding of Daelin."
"Admiral Daelin, Commander of the Kul Tiras Navy." Thrall showed great interest. "Tell me your thoughts, and eat quickly, the meat will lose its flavor when it gets cold."
Rokhan could only grab a piece of meat and put it in his mouth; it tasted like wax, and he said nervously:
"Daelin is Pirate by origin, Pirates always act on instinct, making decisions that are often unexpected. Daelin is a loyal and generous man. We Darkspear Trolls Daelin lose out when we trade with him, but he never holds a grudge. He's willing to take risks when faced with important matters, but don't think you can fool him. He's very cunning. If we're going to ambush the Kul Tiras fleet, there will inevitably be military movements. As long as there's any movement, it won't escape the Pirates ' keen intuition."
Thrall frowned upon hearing this, viciously biting into the meat in his bowl as if chewing on Daelin's flesh and blood. The destruction of the Dragonblood Orcs was Thrall's shame; how could he forget it? His heart was filled with unease.
"So, Daelin is going to be difficult to deal with?"
Rokhan pondered for a while, then shook his head and said, "Daelin also has weaknesses. She's very sentimental, especially when it comes to family ties. She can be easily deceived by anyone close to her."
"My dearest relative!" Thrall made a mental note of it.
Thrall took a deep breath, waved his hand to dismiss those around him, and whispered to Rokhan:
"Rokhan, I have witnessed your loyalty. To be honest, Archimonde secretly ordered me to slaughter 300,000 Darkspear Tribe to serve as fuel for the Legion Forge. I originally intended to cooperate with Sen'jin and replace them with humans from Kul Tiras, but since Daelin is so difficult to deal with, it seems that this plan may not be able to succeed."
"What?" Rokhan was terrified upon hearing this. Despite Sen'jin killing his entire family, he still cared deeply for his people.
"Warchief Thrall, you must think of a way! The lives of 300,000 Darkspear Tribe members rest on your shoulders. You must show mercy!"
Thrall deliberately sighed, "How I wish I could do the same! But there's no other way. To tell you the truth, the Legion's engineers have already entered Echo Isles and are staying in our camp, planning to build Legion Portal there to lure in Echo Isles Burning Legion's main force. I risked my life to stop them, but it only bought us a little time, unless..."
"Unless what?" Rokhan seemed to see a glimmer of hope.
"Unless the Darkspear Tribe accepts the power of Fel like we Orcs —you know we Orcs drank the Mannoroth's Blood and gained the Legion's approval— the Legion will have to consider other methods to treat the Darkspear Tribe as one of their own."
"Accepting Fel is nothing to be ashamed of."
Rokhan let out a long sigh of relief, as if he had been given a new lease on life. "Chief Sen'jin will surely be happy to accept this."
Thrall's expression hardened, and he said unhappily, "Rokhan, where am I supposed to find you a Pit Lord? Besides, if Archimonde knew that the Orcs helped the Darkspear Tribe obtain Fel power, he would definitely hold a grudge against us."
"This!"
Rokhan scratched his head and stroked his fangs. Without the Burning Legion's help, how could the Darkspear Tribe have obtained Fel energy? It was simply impossible.
There's only one way left.
Thrall produced a small vial of blood, a deep reddish-purple radiating an Evil aura. "This is the essence of Orcs blood, possessing the power of Fel."