Inside the Burning Legion's starship, Kil'jaeden's image appeared on the Legion Communicator. Looking at the disheveled Mannoroth, Kil'jaeden laughed, "What's wrong, Mannoroth? You Broken Tooth Escape again?"
Mannoroth was, after all, Archimonde's Adjutant, and not of Kil'jaeden's faction, so Kil'jaeden was happy to mock him. Mannoroth didn't reply, but was selecting new fangs for himself, giving instructions to the Legion Engineers beside him:
"Prepare a pair of Pit Lord fangs, the biggest and sharpest ones possible."
Kil'jaeden deliberately shouted, "Mannoroth, you must have gone to challenge a powerful opponent again. How presumptuous of you! When will this foolish Pit Lord realize his incompetence?"
Mannoroth widened his eyes and lied, "No, no, I just accidentally got lost in the Tomb of Sargeras and couldn't find my way back, so I used the Broken Tooth Escape and get back. It was really convenient."
Mannoroth's clumsy argument even drew laughter from the Legion Engineers nearby, filling the starship with a cheerful atmosphere. The Tomb of Sargeras was a dangerous place far beyond the reach of a mere Mannoroth.
As a magnanimous Pit Lord, Mannoroth was already used to such taunts. He wasn't annoyed. The technicians helped him install his fangs, and he began reporting to Kil'jaeden.
"Your Excellency, the Deceiver, I have encountered Illidan Stormrage. The Fel energy he wields is far more powerful than ever before, even surpassing that of our Burning Legion."
Kil'jaeden contacted Mannoroth because the starship detected unusual Fel activity, which originated from the battle between Illidan and Mannoroth.
The Legion has always placed great importance on the use of Fel power.
Kil'jaeden spoke with unusual caution, slowly saying:
"Illidan's Fel energy comes from Queen Azshara, Queen Azshara was once a student of the Burning Legion's Void Academy. In other words, her Fel was also taught to her by our Legion. Although Azshara surpassed her teacher, her understanding of Fel should be within our comprehension. However, the Fel energy I sense is particularly unfamiliar."
Upon hearing Kil'jaeden's suggestion, Mannoroth exclaimed in realization, "That's right! The Fel Illidan uses is completely different from the Legion's; it belongs to a completely different system. Where did he get his inheritance from?"
Kil'jaeden also looked puzzled. "The use of Fel isn't limited to our Legion. The Void Lords, the Titans, and even the supposedly Justice Army of the Light have all researched Fel application, but abandoned it due to unrealistic expectations. In fact, the Titans made a significant breakthrough, but ultimately chose Arcane, which led to the formation of our Burning Legion. I've heard that Illidan was imprisoned for ten thousand years; it seems only by finding him can we get to the bottom of this."
Mannoroth blinked his small eyes and said worriedly, "Illidan is extremely powerful. Perhaps only Lord Archimonde himself can capture him."
Kil'jaeden shook his head and chuckled, "Mannoroth, never forget that in the Burning Legion, force and intrigue must be used simultaneously. Leave Illidan to me; I will personally weave his web. Now, all you need to do is gather all information about Illidan, the more detailed the better. Illidan will fall into our hands sooner or later."
Mannoroth hurriedly accepted the order. Kil'jaeden the Deceiver never revered force; he was more adept at intrigue and trickery.
Inside the small valley, the raging fel Fel Flames finally died down, revealing the figures of two Orcs and a Troll.
Thrall Savior, walked in front, wielding the Doomhammer, followed closely by Eitrigg, with the anxious Vol'jin bringing up the rear.
Upon seeing the Gorehowl on the ground and Mannoroth's enormous fangs, Thrall's face lit up with ecstatic joy:
"Haha, Gorehowl's right here. Looks like that old dog Grom Hellscream is really dead." Thrall glanced back at Vol'jin: "Excellent, your plan was flawless."
Vol'jin was also puzzled; this wasn't part of his plan.
His plan was simple: use the Night Elves of Ashenvale to eliminate Grom Hellscream, the old Orcs who was too arrogant and conceited, unaware of the true strength of the Night Elves.
But Vol'jin wouldn't reveal the truth, humbly saying, "This is all I should do. Congratulations, great Savior, this is a great honor for you."
Thrall looked at Vol'jin curiously. "Oh! What kind of honor is it?"
Vol'jin stood before a pair of enormous tusks, still wreathed in Fel Flames, and said with a darting glance, "Mannoroth, the Pit Lord, once tempted the Orcs to drink his blood, driving Orcs mad. In truth, the Orcs are good at heart, at least that's what all the races of Azeroth believe. Now, the great Savior Thrall has shattered Mannoroth with a single punch, saving the Orcs from their wrath. Isn't that an immense honor?"
Thrall understood immediately and laughed heartily, "Good, good, as expected of Vol'jin, your mind is sharp. But remember, don't exaggerate, be realistic. The races of Azeroth are much smarter than before."
Picking up the Gorehowl from the ground, Thrall revealed a cruel smile, "I've always been a merciful man. Although I cruelly killed Orgrimmar, leaving him to wail in agony for days before dying, I still named our city after him. Grom Hellscream, that tormented old dog is finally dead. I don't recommend giving him any of the glory."
Eitrigg quickly said obsequiously, "Savior, your magnanimity is truly admirable."
Thrall was extremely pleased with what he heard, his brow furrowing slightly. "These tusks are too large. Have the craftsmen make a smaller pair to place in the Warchief's tent in Orgrimmar, so that all visitors may come and behold the great glory of the Savior."
Vol'jin asked cautiously, "What should we do with the remnants of the Warsong Clan?"
Thrall grinned maliciously. "The Warsong Clan is tainted with too much Demon Blood. They have fallen and betrayed us; they deserve purification."
The so-called purification means killing them all, severing the bloodline of the Warsong Clan from the Orcs.
After a long silence, Thrall suddenly seemed to remember something and added, "The Warsong Clan is, after all, one of the Orcs. Our blades should not be stained with the blood of our own kind. I will have Jaina do this."
Eitrigg flattered again, "Great Savior, your mercy inspires the reverence of all."
Purifying the Warsong Clan was a dirty task, and although Jaina was unwilling, she had no choice but to agree out of respect for the Guardian Medivh.
The cunning Jaina, not wanting her reputation to be Corruption, sought out the Tauren Chieftain Cairne Bloodhoof and, in Thrall's name, threatened him, coercing the Tauren Cairne Bloodhoof to slaughter the soldiers of the Warsong Clan.
Although Cairne Bloodhoof was under Doras's control, Grom Hellscream was dead, the Warsong Clan was without a chieftain, and Garrosh had been beaten by his father and had long lost the support of the people, so Doras could only acquiesce.
The Warsong Clan's bloodline was severed, leaving only Garrosh. From that moment on, Garrosh harbored a deep hatred for Jaina and Cairne Bloodhoof, vowing to make them pay for their crimes in blood.