When Thrall heard this, he broke out in a cold sweat, not out of fear of the Emissary, but because of Archimonde's command.
Infiltrating the Alliance of Azeroth was a task Archimonde assigned to Thrall, and Thrall had to complete it no matter what, otherwise Archimonde would definitely replace him with someone else, such as Garrosh.
The Emissary's tone grew increasingly dissatisfied, and he angrily rebuked, "What I care more about is the relationship between the Orcs and the Burning Legion. You continue to act as pawns for the Burning Legion. Your alliance with the Night Elf race is presumably on Archimonde's orders."
Thrall hung his head and remained silent, like a schoolboy who had made a mistake.
Vol'jin frowned inwardly, trying to figure out how to deal with the situation, but unfortunately he couldn't come up with a good solution. Instead, he unexpectedly angered someone.
"Chen Stormstout, the fiery Pandaren, jumped out and shouted:"
"Your Emissary, you have misunderstood the great Savior Thrall. The Orcs' cooperation with the Burning Legion was aimed at understanding the Legion and undermining them from within. Now that the Legion has revealed its ambition to destroy Azeroth, the Orcs are willing to cooperate with the Night Elves to jointly resist the Burning Legion's attack."
The Emissary turned to face the Pandaren, looking directly at him, and asked curiously, "I don't understand, so many Pandaren have been eaten by the Orcs, why are you still speaking up for the Orcs?"
Chen Stormstout, his face filled with murderous intent, said irritably, "My Emissary, we Pandaren are willing to Consecration our flesh and blood, all for the sake of saving Azeroth. Pandaren are proud and honored to do so."
The Emissary snorted coldly, ignoring the hopeless Pandaren: "Thrall, your performance has disappointed me greatly. This meeting ends here. Next time we meet, if you cannot offer me a reason to impress me, I can tell you that in the near future, the Scourge will destroy Orgrimmar, Arthas will personally reap your soul."
Thrall?
Thrall trembled upon hearing this. Arthas was the person Thrall feared most; his dread of the Lich King Arthas even surpassed that of Archimonde.
The Emissary messenger turned without looking back and rode away from Orgrimmar on Hippogryph.
At the top of the chieftain's tent stood a slender figure, her shimmering golden hair fluttering in the wind—it was Jaina, staring intently at the back of the Emissary.
After the Emissary left, Thrall finally couldn't contain his rage. He grabbed a Tauren in the street, snapped his neck, and began tearing at the bloody beef, gritting his teeth as if he were biting the Emissary's flesh.
"Thrall, when will you learn to control yourself? You're such a ferocious beast," Jaina mocked. With her growing strength, especially after becoming the Queen of Theramore, Jaina was no longer the little girl who feared Thrall.
"Even you're laughing at me, Jaina!" Thrall roared furiously, baring his teeth and brandishing his claws.
"Your anger is pointless," Jaina sneered. "Look at you, a bunch of foolish barbarians. You can't even solve this simple problem. How can you possibly defeat the Night Elf race?"
Vol'jin stroked his fangs and said helplessly, "Lady Jaina, as you can see, the Emissary isn't easily fooled. He saw through our disguise with ease. Well, I really can't think of any way to get the Emissary accept the Orcs."
Jaina chuckled, looking at Vol'jin with a mocking expression.
"Vol'jin, everyone says you're Thrall's strategist, but it seems you're nothing special. Don't you understand that things can be accomplished through human effort? Since you can't persuade him, why not try bribery?"
"You mean bribing the Emissary?" Vol'jin asked curiously. "Emissary can be bribed?"
"Do you know, I've been secretly observing the Emissary."
Jaina said mysteriously, "I didn't miss a single detail: the way he walked, his tone of voice, his unintentional little gestures. Although the Emissary's physique resembled Orcs, based on my judgment, he must be a human in disguise. I'm certain of that. Believe me, as long as he's human, he can definitely be bribed."
A human, Thrall's small eyes Liuliu around.
The cold wind was biting, Gale swept up snowflakes, Freeze the earth and the snow-capped mountains that snaked like serpents.
In the icy, snow-covered Northrend, the Undead army trudged on with great difficulty.
Since becoming Lich, Kel'Thuzad has lost the ability to feel heat and cold, but this is not a good thing. He must regularly scan his body with magic to prevent any part of him from getting frostbite.
The same applies to the soldiers of other Legions. Although the Legions do not require logistical support, they still need to stop and move around frequently to check the soldiers' bodies and replace any frostbitten parts in a timely manner.
"The Burning Legion has only shown us the tip of the iceberg," Kel'Thuzad said, braving the cold wind. "To defeat the Legion, we must understand them thoroughly; we need a guide."
Arthas asked in surprise, "Are there guides in Northrend?"
"Of course, Prince Highness, have you forgotten Ner'zhul?" Kel'Thuzad laughed. "The Lich King Ner'zhul, my mental power and much of my magical knowledge come from him. Back then, he showed me a vast amount of knowledge, all taught to him by Kil'jaeden, with the aim of tempting me to merge with him, but I refused that temptation."
"We are no longer afraid of him." Arthas was full of confidence. The Scourge now had a powerful army of mages who had learned the magic of the Highborne ten thousand years ago, and Ner'zhul was no longer a threat.
"I have a feeling Ner'zhul is going to surprise us," Robbie said.
"Northrend is the burial ground of the Blue Dragonflight." Kel'Thuzad's eyes held a longing.
"For ten thousand years, the Blue Dragonflight nearly suffered extinction at the hands of the Orcs in their efforts to cultivate Orcs. The Dragon Souls of these Dragonkin are now helping us build an army of Frost Dragon. The foolish Blue Dragonflight would never have imagined that they too would have the opportunity to fight for Azeroth."
Along the way, the Scourge discovered many relics of Orcs activity and unearthed numerous dragon bones. The Scourge's mage forces began collecting the souls of the Dragons, Dragon Souls filled with resentment and powerful vengeance.
The mage forces quickly figured out how to create Frost Dragons. One after another, Frost Dragons soared into the sky, circling above the Scourge, spewing out plumes of Frost breath, and roaring loudly, celebrating their rebirth.
The Legion's army halted before a steep, straight peak, as straight as a spear, completely covered in Frost.
This was by no means a creation of nature. The ice peak was surrounded by unusually active Ice Elementals, and the biting wind was like countless spinning blades, which even Dragon would find difficult to withstand.
Legendary that this precipitous peak was created by a Titans, and it is where Kel'Thuzad sealed Ner'zhul, whose Ner'zhul coffin rests atop the peak.
"This mountain cannot be climbed from the outside," Kel'Thuzad explained. "The passage is hidden inside the mountain. After sealing Ner'zhul, I sealed the entrance to the passage, and no one but me knows where it is."
Under Kel'Thuzad's guidance, the Scourge opened the entrance, and Arthas, Robbie, and Kel'Thuzad climbed towards the summit through the chilling entrance.
In the Wyrmrest Temple, the Red Dragon Queen opened her eyes and gazed at the overwhelming Scourge. A solemn expression appeared on her face, especially at the resurrected Frost Dragons, which filled her with deep fear.