The taller Ogre- Half-breed pointed at Thrall and roared:
"Release that Orcs!"
The Orcs soldiers were unwilling to give up. One of them, who clearly looked like an officer, said, "This man is a wanted criminal from Orgrimmar. How dare he impersonate the great Savior Thrall! He is utterly wicked."
"No, you've mistaken him for someone else. He's my friend." The Ogre Half-breed walked towards Thrall, and suddenly grabbed the Orcs officer's throat with his right hand. His thick arm muscles were bulging, and he exerted a vicious force. The Orcs officer's eyes widened, and he struggled desperately, but soon became still.
Thrall smelled a foul Half-breed. The Ogre half-breed glared fiercely around. The Orcs soldiers were terrified. They took off their armor, laid down their weapons, and neatly arranged them to the side before running naked out of the tavern.
The Ogre Half-breed approached Thrall, bowed respectfully, and whispered, "Savior, this place is not safe to linger. Please follow me."
Thrall hesitated for a moment. The Half-breed had killed an Orcs officer, and soon a large Orcs force would enter the Northwatch Hold. Although he was wary, he could only trust the Half-breed for the moment.
The Ogre Half-breed led the way; they were very familiar with the area around the Northwatch Hold. Once they entered a dense forest, the two were clearly seasoned adventurers, Thrall noticed, as they carefully erased any traces of their presence.
Then, the two Half-breed knelt on the ground and respectfully said, "Great Savior Thrall, you have suffered, you have saved this world, you are the great hero of Azeroth. Please allow us to serve you, even as the lowest of servants."
Thrall asked curiously, "How do you know who I am?"
The Half-breed who had previously killed the Orcs officer raised his head, speaking with utter obsequious flattery, "You possess an aura of nobility, enveloped in seven-colored light. Only a great Savior has the honor to enjoy such dignity."
Thrall found it very pleasing. Of course, it wasn't difficult to see through Thrall's identity. Although Thrall had once jumped into a cesspool, he was cleaner than the average Orcs, completely different from those Orcs who never bathed and smelled sour.
Looking at Thrall's teeth, they were neat and white. Ordinary Orcs soldiers often ate coarse food, and their teeth were worn down. Moreover, Thrall's fangs were inlaid with a precious cat's eye stone.
If observed closely enough, Thrall, living a life of luxury, is completely different from ordinary Orcs in every way.
Thrall thought to himself, "At this moment, we are outnumbered and outmatched. These two Half-breed are very powerful. If we can get them to work for us, wouldn't that be like gaining an extra ally out of nowhere?"
Thinking of this, Thrall showed an expression of appreciation for talent and hurriedly said:
"Please rise, my two warriors. Yes, I am Thrall, the Savior. I was framed by villains and ended up here. Haha, I don't care about the so-called wanted poster. As long as I can return to Orgrimmar, I can regain my power. May I ask your names, my two warriors?"
The Half-breed who had spoken earlier quickly replied, "I am Rexxar, and this is my brother Rok'ton. We brothers are willing to sacrifice our lives for the Savior at any time."
"Very good!" Thrall nodded, a look of appreciation on his face.
"You two warriors are indeed wise to act now, hahaha. Even Archimonde was defeated by me on Mount Hyjal. If it weren't for valuing the lives of my soldiers, I would have attacked long ago. Although a low-ranking officer has died, winning your loyalty is truly a blessing for the Orcs."
Upon hearing this, Rexxar hurriedly knelt on the ground again. "So the Savior truly cherishes his soldiers; we are far inferior to him. We have been presumptuous."
Thrall waved his hand and said, "It's alright. A bunch of petty villains can't threaten me. This Savior doesn't need anyone to protect him. But I'm short of people to do things for me. To save Azeroth, I have no time to deal with the slander of these villains. I need to get to Theramore as soon as possible. Are you willing to come with me?"
Rexxar quickly replied, "We are willing to swear allegiance to the Savior, even unto death."
Thrall was delighted to hear this. After a brief conversation, he learned that the two brothers usually lived near the Northwatch Hold. When they were hungry, they would capture an Alliance Guards to eat. The two brothers were skilled at taming beasts and had tamed a large herd of wild animals.
The two brothers led Thrall into Dustwallow Marsh. Rok'ton whistled, and the earth shook. A large herd of beasts rushed out of the marsh, each one strong and fierce.
Thrall noticed one of the Devilsaurs, named Sork, which was much more imposing than the average Devilsaur. Rok'ton drew his whip and lashed it hard across the Devilsaur's back.
A dark red glow emanated from the whip, clearly possessing some kind of dark magic.
The Devilsaur, in pain, immediately knelt on the ground, howling in agony and begging for its life.
Rexxar excitedly introduced, "These are magical beasts that my brothers and I collected from all over Azeroth. They are very fierce, but they are as docile as lambs in our hands. Our method is to beat them hard, and if they are not convinced, we will skin and eat them."
Thrall nodded after listening. "Indeed, this is the Orcs way. Taming beasts and conquering the world are the same thing. Benevolence and morality will only bring betrayal. Only fear and killing can gain true loyalty."
Under the cover of his two brothers and escorted by a large pack of wild beasts, Thrall traversed Dustwallow Marsh, heading towards Theramore.
That night, Thrall slept soundly. Rok'ton, holding his Rexxar's hand, led him to a secluded spot. Rok'ton said worriedly, "Brother, I see Evil light in Thrall's eyes, as if he's possessed by Demons. His behavior is erratic; he's suspicious, cruel, and bloodthirsty. If we side with him, we might not only fail to gain wealth but could also be harmed by him."
Rexxar pondered Anjing for a moment, then said:
"Brother, among our Orcs race, those who have achieved great success have never been virtuous; they have all been wicked and treacherous. Seeking wealth and status is a gamble, with life and death always at stake. Since we have sworn to make a name for ourselves, we must be willing to take risks and make something of ourselves."
Rok'ton shook his head. "Brother, this Thrall claims to be very strong, but I think he's only slightly stronger than us. If we add these beasts to the mix, he's definitely no match for us. I'm worried that the journey ahead won't be safe. We should kill him and then go to Orgrimmar to claim the reward."
"Brother, how could you have such a thought?" Rexxar said with a hint of reproach.
"Helping someone in their most desperate moment is like giving them a pot of charcoal in the snow; it's the only way we'll be valued in the future. Don't be greedy for a small reward and ruin your bright future. Just wait, we'll definitely make a name for ourselves this time."
Rok'ton sighed, but could only follow his brother's lead.
In Brackenwall Village of Dustwallow Marsh, High Overlord Mogmorlok received a letter from Orgrimmar. The letter stated that a wanted Orcs had fled to Dustwallow Marsh, and that if the Orcs could be killed, Saurfang would be willing to cede the Northwatch Hold.
The Ogres Northwatch Hold Brackenwall Village, the meat storehouse in Orgrimmar, are very envious. Although these Ogres occasionally attack Theramore and capture a few of Jaina's guards to eat, it's easier for food to come to them.
"Your Majesty, Saurfang is willing to pay such a price; this wanted criminal's identity is probably extraordinary," the Ogre Priest advised.
High Overlord Mogmorlok laughed heartily, "That's right, he is Thrall."