The monster glanced at it and clearly saw the contents of the notice.
"The bounty on the Timbermaw Furbolgs:"
Felwood has been invaded by the Burning Legion. A treacherous Dreadlord, wielding the Skull of Gul'dan, an incredibly powerful artifact concealing terrifying power, attempts to corrupt the entire forest. Azeroth faces a life-or-death crisis. The Timbermaw Furbolgs hopes that brave adventurers will step forward to repel the Legion's attack and win his favor. In return, the Timbermaw Furbolgs is willing to reward the bravest adventurer with his family's Epic gear.
Interestingly, the Timbermaw Furbolgs actually knows how to use Skull of Gul'dan to lure adventurers away from the Burning Legion.
But the Burning Legion's power is terrifying; how could a disorganized group of adventurers possibly stand against the Legion?
The monster shook its head. The Timbermaw Furbolgs was probably driven to desperation, which was why it was placing bounties all over Azeroth, hoping for a miracle.
Gul'dan?
The monster searched his memory for the name; deep within the Vault of the Wardens, he had overheard the Guards discussing it—an insignificant Orcs.
I vaguely remember Gul'dan once entering the Tomb of Sargeras, which piqued the monster's interest.
The Tomb of Sargeras gave the monsters a sense of déjà vu.
The Dreadlord Tichondrius received an order to cooperate with Medivh in carrying out a series of corrupting activities in Felwood to lure Illidan to his side.
Tichondrius is the leader of the Nathrezim race, a very proud Dreadlord who looks down on the Pit Lord Mannoroth, considering him nothing more than a foolish reptile.
Mannoroth was defeated by Illidan, and Archimonde's Adjutant was also defeated, becoming a laughing stock of the Legion. Fortunately, Mannoroth was thick-skinned and didn't care about the sarcastic remarks.
Tichondrius saw this as a good opportunity. If he could defeat Illidan, his status would surpass Mannoroth, and he might even become Archimonde's Adjutant.
The Dreadlord never fights a battle he cannot win. In the name of corrupting Felwood, he built a Flesh Altar, an Altar that could communicate with the power of the Void. As long as one was near the Altar, Tichondrius could obtain endless power and summon terrifying Void Creatures.
The monster was incredibly fast; it used the power of the Void to traverse the ocean and arrive at Felwood.
The decay in Felwood is severe; Corruption green water flows in the rivers, and rotting trees and sick but not dead animals are everywhere.
This is the brilliance of the Dreadlords; they can use infected animals to spread the Plague.
The monster paused briefly, sensed Tichondrius's location, and flew straight towards it.
An Altar made of flesh and blood, topped with a hideous Orcs skull.
The monster could tell at a glance that the Altar was quite large, but most of it was hidden underground, which was why it wasn't very conspicuous. This was precisely the cunning of the Dreadlord.
"Look who's here, Demon Hunter Illidan Stormrage, the poor man imprisoned for ten thousand years, your beloved woman has become your sister-in-law, oh, let me think, you seem to have defeated a foolish reptile."
Tichondrius stood near the Altar, gazing up at "Illidan" in the sky. His body was a dark red, representing abundant magical power, and he was surrounded by swarms of rotting insects.
The monster stared at the Pride Dreadlord, asking with a puzzled look, "I thought this was a trap set by the Burning Legion, but it turns out there's only a useless piece of trash like you. Did Archimonde send you here to die?"
"You poor Night Elf, your head burned out. Sleep well."
Tichondrius cast his signature spell, Sleep, which, enhanced by the power of the Altar, covered a vast area, plunging the creatures of half of Felwood into slumber.
The monster didn't even blink, shaking its head and saying, "Dreadlord, you're not ready. In fact, I can do this spell better than you."
With a flick of his finger, Tichondrius' eyelids drooped, and he fell into a deep sleep.
The monster landed on the edge of the Altar, picked up Skull of Gul'dan, and didn't care at all about the life or death of a mere Dreadlord.
Swarms of rotting insects danced around the Altar. Tichondrius jolted awake, cursing, "Damn it! How did I fall under your spell, Illidan? You practically put me to sleep! Come, let me repay you!"
Tichondrius realized he had met a formidable opponent and immediately became cautious. He opened Void Portals around the Altar, first summoning hordes of Infernal, then Ooze made of rotting flesh, and finally, a mist-like mass of decaying insects, all swarming towards Illidan.
"Come, come, moth to the flame! Your flesh and blood, the Fel energy within you, will all become food for the swarm. No one can defeat the leader of the Dreadlords. Face your doom, you poor Night Elf."
The monster, wielding the Skull of Gul'dan, was somewhat enraged by the interruption. He sneered in a low voice, "What an ignorant fool! You know nothing of power; let the flames of Azzinoth consume you."
Tichondrius's lips curled into a smug, Evil smile, "So this is how you defeated Mannoroth? Azzinoth was just a low-ranking Doomguard commander; his weapons were nothing special."
The Warglaives of Azzinoth transformed into two green Flame Demons. Tichondrius was prepared; Infernal, Ooze, and swarms of rotting insects surrounded the Flame Demons, constantly absorbing their Fel.
The Flame Demons quickly died down, leaving two lonely Warglaive stuck in the ground.
"Ha ha, Illidan, you've been defeated!" The Flame Demons danced with glee, practically ready to celebrate.
"I told you, you know nothing of power." The monster looked at Tichondrius with Mercy.
Tichondrius suddenly discovered that the creatures he had summoned were out of control and were instead heading towards him.
At the same time, Tichondrius lost his connection with the Altar. He stared in horror at the monster in the air, the Ooze tearing at his body, the swarm of rotting insects devouring the magic within him, and the Infernal destroying his limbs.
"We've finally been defeated. I will return, I swear."
The Dreadlords don't truly die; they regenerate in the Void. Of course, this isn't absolute. The monster thought of a way to kill the Dreadlords completely, but reason stopped him; his attention was entirely focused on the Skull of Gul'dan.
The Skull of Gul'dan is merely the skull of Orcs. Although it has been corrupted by Medivh and Tichondrius and gained some power, it is still only a slightly stronger magical artifact.
The most precious thing is the memories within.
The monster read Gul'dan's memories and saw the Orcs Legion, after overcoming countless hardships, finally reach the Broken Shore and march menacingly towards the Tomb of Sargeras.
Having just stepped into the Tomb of Sargeras, Gul'dan was defeated by two gatekeepers, and the Orcs army was slaughtered. Gul'dan displayed the cunning of an Orcs, immediately kneeling on the ground and begging to surrender.
Gul'dan's cunning allowed a portion of the Orcs army to survive and become Servants of the Tomb of Sargeras.
During his brief period as Servant, Gul'dan gradually learned some of the secrets of the Tomb of Sargeras, but soon, the Demons from the Void grew tired of the Orcs and wiped Orcs out along with Gul'dan.