Garrosh didn't love Agna that much; it was more of a possessive desire.
But he couldn't bear the humiliation. Agna, Garrosh's childhood sweetheart, was now with Thrall, and he would be the target of countless Orcs' scorn.
"If you want to deal with Thrall, you'll have to pay the price." Robbie deliberately provoked the young Orcs: "Do you have the courage to wash away your shame?"
"Thrall stole Agna, and I must avenge her, no matter the cost!" Garrosh roared.
Doras sighed softly. She knew this was a matter of dignity. The Orcs was full of strife, for women, Wealth, and so on. If Garrosh conceded defeat, he would never be able to hold his head high in front of Thrall for the rest of his life.
"Alright!" Robbie took out a mysterious Rune and handed it to Garrosh:
"You must enter the Legion Forge. Once you release this Rune, it will automatically lock onto Thrall's location, causing his soul to perish and become unresurrectable. The Legion's engineers will simply consider it an accident."
Garrosh took the Rune and clutched it tightly in his hand, as if it were his own life.
Deep beneath the Dustwallow Marsh, within the Legion base, the Legion Forges roared as technicians, looking utterly frustrated, repaired Thrall.
There was already enough going on at the base; the technicians were working overtime and still couldn't keep up. Now Thrall was adding to the chaos, and the Legion Engineers all looked grim.
Thrall was ambushed, an incident that drew the attention of the Legion's high command.
Archimonde learned the reason through the Legion Communicator and discovered that it was Fandral Staghelm's doing. Archimonde solemnly pointed out that Thrall's guards must be strengthened in the future.
However, to the technicians' dismay, Garrosh was also ambushed and severely injured, urgently needing to be repaired inside the furnace. According to eyewitness Doras, the Garrosh was an Orcs from the Frostwolf Clan.
The technicians naturally concluded that the attacker must have Thrall Faction. Everyone in the Legion knew that Garrosh and Thrall were sworn enemies, so they had no goodwill towards the Savior Thrall and cursed as they worked.
Poor Thrall was left with only his head, in a coma, unaware of what was happening outside.
Garrosh's injuries were much less severe than Thrall's; his internal organs were severely damaged and almost completely rotted away. The Legion Engineers, with grim faces, replaced his internal organs, stitched up his wounds, and then left him on the table.
Inside the Burning Legion's base, apart from the sounds of busy work, there was no whispering. All the technicians were working methodically. Garrosh laboriously opened his eyes and looked around.
Not far away, there were several Gan'arg technicians, busy with something on the platform. Garrosh secretly glanced over and saw the Gan'arg technicians taking out the forged internal organs from the furnace and carefully sewing them back together.
These internal organs were originally green and filled with Fel. After coming into contact with air, they gradually turned red. Garrosh couldn't understand the technicians' work and only felt that it was unfathomable.
Looking into the distance, in the center of a green Magic Circle, floats a pale green Fel, enveloping the head of an Orcs with its eyes closed—it was Thrall, the Savior.
Enemies meeting, after dividing the spoils, their eyes turn red with hatred.
Garrosh squinted, feigning sleep, and secretly spat out Runes from his mouth.
The Rune, like a shadow, silently approached Thrall's head and darted inside with a whoosh.
Thrall's head let out a scream, and a red phantom floated out. It was a twisted soul radiating red light, coiled with black lines that snaked like venomous snakes. The Runes worked; some lines broke, and the Evil soul seemed to have been severely injured.
The red phantom glared angrily at the Legion Engineers and roared, "Fools, you hurt me!"
"Old man, get back here!" a Gan'arg technician roared angrily. Don't underestimate the Gan'arg technician just because he was only the lowest-ranking technician, slightly higher in status than Goblin technician, but still far superior to an Orcs.
The twisted, Evil soul cursed and swore, but it dared not do anything and could only return to Thrall's head.
"Damn it!" Garrosh lamented inwardly. He had forgotten to tell Robbie that Thrall's soul contained an Evil Orcs soul that had helped him avert this calamity.
However, seeing the Evil spirit severely injured brought Garrosh some comfort. It was this Evil Soul that had helped Thrall defeat Grom Hellscream, who was rumored to be High Overlord Saurfang the Great's useless older brother.
Garrosh closed his eyes, pretending nothing had happened, feeling resentful for missing a good opportunity.
Young Garrosh was unaware that the Rune had other uses. Before long, alarms blared at the Legion's secret base, and all the technicians, following their usual training, put down their work and quickly hid.
Above the Legion's base, a huge white skull floated, its eye sockets glowing red, mockingly staring at the Legion's base.
"Is this your plan, Archimonde? A production line for Fel Reaver under construction. It seems you need to relocate your base. The Scourge will soon descend upon Theramore and destroy everything here."
The skull vanished with a snap; it was merely a phantom formed by the Runes, a warning.
The Legion's response was remarkably swift. The Legion Portal in the center of the base opened, and a large contingent of Doomguards rushed out to inspect every corner of the base.
Shortly afterward, Archimonde's massive figure also crossed the Portal.
"What happened?" Archimonde roared.
The head of the secret base, an Eredar Mage, hurriedly reported, "My lord, the Scourge has discovered our base; this place is no longer safe."
Archimonde remained silent for a long time. He knew that building such a secret base was not easy. The Fel Reaver production line was about to arrive, and rebuilding the base would probably delay things even more.
"This base cannot be abandoned; we must strengthen its defenses. The Scourge is already the Orcs' enemy. If they attack Theramore, they will become the enemy of all Azeroth, and destruction will not be far off. Have Theramore prepare, and at the same time, order the Orcs and Tauren to prepare for battle. Also, contact the Night Elf race. Arthas wants to destroy this base, but only if Azeroth is destroyed."
After a long silence, Archimonde entered a tent and instructed the Eredar Mage, "Contact the Consortium immediately and tell them to speed things up. We can't afford to delay."
The Eredar Mage hurriedly activated the Legion Teleportation. On the other side of the teleporter, Robbie clearly saw Arcane energy radiating a strange purple hue; this must be the Netherstorm from Outland.
"Area 52 is ready," an Ethereal creature said. "Our rockets have already launched, and the Fel Reaver production line is ready to be transported to Outland. All that's left is to open the Dark Portal."
So that's the truth behind the Ethereal smuggling: they first transport the smuggled goods to Outland, and then send them to Azeroth through the Dark Portal.
Although Khadgar closed the Dark Portal eight years after its Dark Portal, the Dark Portal has been secretly reopening ever since the raging energy in Outland stabilized, and some secret organizations have gained control Dark Portal this passage.