Thrall knew exactly how to turn someone into a puppet.
The courage to live comes from the good things in life, such as power, status, ideals, Wealth, friends, partners, children, and so on.
If all these beautiful things are lost, and nothing remains, filled only with terror and helplessness, then one becomes a walking corpse, Thrall's most loyal slave.
For Rhonin, his wife Vereesa Windrunner and his pursuit of magical truth were the driving forces that kept him alive, and rebuilding Dalaran was precisely for this pursuit.
Thrall wanted to take away everything that Rhonin cherished, leaving only fear and hatred in his heart, which he could control like Chen Stormstout.
Hearing this unreasonable request, Rhonin was truly frightened and hurriedly said, "No, no, Savior, please spare Vereesa."
Jaina, standing to the side, declared righteously, "Rhonin, you must realize that all of this is for the sake of Azeroth."
Thrall grinned, his jaws wide, and sneered, "Rhonin, do you intend to destroy Azeroth?"
"I dare not, but what does Vereesa have to do with Azeroth?" Despite Thrall's aggressive questioning, Rhonin still dared not show any resistance and could only weakly defend himself.
Thrall raised his head and roared, "I am the Savior of Azeroth! My well-being is a matter of life and death for Azeroth! If you don't give Vereesa to me to eat, you are destroying Azeroth! Rhonin, do you want to become a sinner of this world?"
"I dare not, let me think about it."
Rhonin never harbored any thoughts of rebelling against the Orcs, just like all the Dalaran Mages.
Jaina walked over, patting Rhonin on the shoulder with a smile, and said, "You have to understand, nothing in this world is more important than Thrall, the Savior. Thrall is Azeroth, and Azeroth is Thrall. Vereesa being eaten by Thrall is her honor, the glory of the Windrunner family. I think she must be very proud of it."
Damn your pride! Rhonin felt incredibly bitter. He suddenly remembered an old saying, "A true man should be able to take things on and let them go." Besides, Rhonin was young and handsome, possessing great strength and a high reputation. What does a true man have to worry about not having a wife? If he could use Vereesa to gain power like that of Emperor Thoradin, this deal would be very worthwhile.
"Alright, for the sake of Azeroth, for the health of the Savior, I agree," Rhonin said in a low voice, feeling like a tiny Kobold despite his towering stature.
Thrall laughed heartily, "That's right, Rhonin, it's all for the sake of saving Azeroth."
A gust of wind blew into the chieftain's tent, bringing with it an ominous atmosphere, and a sense of panic filled everyone's hearts.
"Are humans really such pathetic creatures? So cowardly, so laughable, to submit to filthy Orcs."
A majestic voice rang out, exuding an aura of supreme authority, seemingly disregarding everything.
"Who goes there?" Thrall shouted, mustering his courage.
A shadow appeared and easily subdued Thrall, grabbing him by the neck.
Only then did everyone realize that it was a monster with demonic horns on its head and a pair of tattered Demons wings on its back.
"Illidan Stormrage?" Jaina's expression changed drastically, her face turning deathly pale. She was terrified and immediately hid among a group of Orcs servants, trying to figure out how to escape.
Upon seeing that it was "Illidan" who appeared, Thrall was equally terrified and cried out, "Spare me!"
The monster completely ignored Thrall's pleas. With a flick of his hand, a green light flashed, and Thrall devoured part of his flesh, instantly restoring the nearly dead High Elf sisters to full health. The monster knew a great deal of magic, and his healing abilities were equally terrifying.
Seeing a glimmer of hope for survival, the twin sisters immediately rushed to the monster's side to express their gratitude, staying close by. Despite the monster's ferocious appearance, it was incredibly reliable.
The Warchief was kidnapped, and dozens of Orcs rushed into the tent. The monsters' eyes shot out a beam of light, and all the Orcs were blown into a mangled mess of flesh and blood.
Eitrigg, standing nearby, was horrified and immediately knelt down to submit. The servants who were serving Thrall also instinctively prostrated themselves on the ground, begging for their lives. Jaina was among them.
The monster showed a merciful side, randomly killing Half-Orcs servants and deliberately sparing Jaina.
"Human Rhonin, I will now demonstrate the proper way to deal with Orcs." The monster politely said to Eitrigg, "I need to borrow this cauldron."
Eitrigg dared not object, and said obsequiously, "It is an honor for the Orcs."
The monster's right hand, like a sharp claw, began to tear at Thrall's flesh, ripping off chunks of the same size each time to ensure Thrall suffered the most excruciating torment.
Thrall let out a pitiful cry of pleas, weeping and begging for mercy.
The monster showed no Mercy, putting the torn flesh into a large pot to cook, and then eating it in small bites.
Rhonin was trembling with fear, not much better than the Orcs servants. He also wanted to kneel down, but his legs wouldn't budge, clearly due to the monster's interference.
"The taste is not bad. Although Kil'jaeden the Deceiver is unreliable, his description of the Orcs flesh's taste didn't deceive me."
The monster nodded, seemingly very satisfied, and handed the flesh to the High Elf sisters beside it. "If you eat this flesh, I will surely protect you and prevent you from being bullied again; otherwise, farewell."
Desperate to survive, the two sisters hurriedly took the meat from Thrall and ate it voraciously.
"That's right, I like obedient women." The monster looked at Rhonin again, remained silent for a moment, and then said, "Rhonin, I'll make a pact with you. As long as you eat this flesh, I will not only promise to rebuild Dalaran, but Dalaran provide it with protection. My lifespan is endless, and this pact will be valid forever."
The High Elf sisters were very tactful and handed Rhonin a piece of cooked meat.
This was the flesh of the Savior Thrall. Rhonin's hands trembled. Although he was terrified, he dared not take it.
"What are you worried about? Human, don't compare me to lowly creatures like Orcs. I don't ask you to Consecration anything, just to be loyal. There are many forms of life, and I am at the very top, while you have only just escaped ignorance. Everything you possess is meaningless to me. All I need are hounds to manage the flock," the monster said persuasively.
Rhonin's hands trembled even more violently. He thought of High Archmage Antonidas, King Terenas, and King Llane of Stormwind City.
Scenes flashed before his eyes, and many unsolved mysteries suddenly became clear as if the clouds had parted and the sun had shone through. A thought flashed through Rhonin's mind like Lightning, and he seemed to understand something.
"I dare not!" Rhonin replied softly.