Upon hearing that Thrall was to be hunted down, the Ogres were terrified. The Ogre Priest hurriedly said, "Your Majesty, since it is the Savior Thrall, this matter is of utmost importance and must be handled with utmost care."
King Mogmorlok snorted coldly:
"Caution is necessary, but we cannot be afraid of the Orcs. I know these beasts best. The Gorian Empire was once so powerful that the Orcs were merely food for us Ogres. Unfortunately, a King insisted on treating the Orcs as equals and stopped cruelly oppressing Orcs, which led to Orcs uprising and the subsequent fragmentation of the Gorian Empire."
The Ogre Priest muttered under his breath, "That's all because of the Draenei."
King Mogmorlok glared, slammed his hand on the table, and roared:
"The Draenei are the most cowardly of the bullies. When the Draenei first came to our world, the Gorian Empire provided them with so much aid, only to be met with hostility and an alliance with the Orcs to attack us. Only by treating the Draenei with the same cruelty as the Orcs and mercilessly slaughtering them will they submit."
The Priest refused to give up and whispered, "Your Majesty, this matter must be handled with care. I suggest we seek guidance from the gods."
King Mogmorlok hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded.
The Ogres from Outland inherited the civilization of the Arakkoa Apexis Empire, as well as the God and Goddess worshipped by the Arakkoa. These two gods were so ancient that most of the Arakkoa had forgotten them.
The Priest instructed his subordinates to capture a Swamp Crocolisk, remove its intestines and stomach, and scatter its internal organs in the four corners of the house. A charcoal fire was lit inside the house, and the Priest cut off the crocodile's head and placed it on his head, eating the fresh crocodile meat raw while praying to the mysterious gods and goddesses.
After they had eaten almost all of their food, the Priest grabbed some crocodile blood and threw it into the brazier.
"Great gods, the Ogres of Brackenwall Village beg for your guidance. Should we hunt down Thrall, the Savior? Of course, he's just a hypocrite masquerading as Savior."
A clear scene appeared in the firelight: Thrall was a guest in Brackenwall Village, chatting happily with King Mogmorlok. Then, a large horde of Orcs stormed into Brackenwall Village, including Tauren, Trolls, and humans from Theramore, and slaughtered all the Ogres.
King Mogmorlok frowned:
"Just as I predicted, if we show Thrall friendliness, he'll wipe out Brackenwall Village instead. Hmph, my judgment of the Orcs is never wrong."
The Priest was startled and spilled another bowl of blood. This time, another scene appeared in the firelight: King Mogmorlok led Ogres to chase Thrall in the swamp and personally broke Thrall's right arm. The scene then shifted to King Mogmorlok's wedding, with the bride wearing a red veil.
The Ogre's bride holds great significance for the Ogre race.
King Mogmorlok was so excited he almost jumped for joy. "As long as I hunt down Thrall, I will win a bride, become the true Ogre Emperor, unify the fragmented Ogres, and restore the glory of the Gorian Empire."
"This!" The Ogre Priest scratched his head in disbelief, explaining, "Your Majesty, prophecy only represents one possibility for what will happen in the future; there are countless uncertainties in the future."
King Mogmorlok looked on with longing. "Haha, this is the incomparably noble Ogre Emperor! Even if there's only a one in ten thousand chance, I'll take the risk. Prepare your army and join me in intercepting and killing the hypocritical Savior Thrall."
The Rexxar brothers, leading a large number of beasts, protected Thrall as they advanced through Dustwallow Marsh. They thought everything was going smoothly, but suddenly, Juxiong named Misha roared uneasily.
"Damn it, it's that stupid bear again."
Rexxar raised his whip and lashed it hard across Misha's back, leaving a deep wound. Rexxar was using Ogre dark magic to control the beast.
Misha screamed in agony. Rexxar was about to continue whipping her, but his brother Rok'ton stopped him, Rok'ton:
"Be careful, this bear may be a bit stupid, but it has the ability to sense danger." Rok'ton alertly pricked up his ears, carefully listening to the sounds around him.
At this moment, Thrall was comfortably lying on the broad back of a crocodile, pondering to himself that although Rexxar was ambitious, strong, and even more imposing, he lacked wisdom and strength and was not a threat.
On the contrary, we should be wary of this taciturn Rok'ton. He is patient, possesses considerable strength and intelligence, and is especially Mastery Ogre black magic.
Based on the civilization of the Apexis Empire, Ogres developed their own unique and mysterious black magic, such as the ability to control wild beasts. These two brothers have Ogre blood, which is why they can barely use Ogre black magic.
"Wait, what if we encounter a real Ogre?"
"A group of Stonemaul Ogres live in Brackenwall Village, Dustwallow Marsh. What should I do if I were Saurfang?"
Realizing this, Thrall felt a chill run down his spine and was about to jump up and run away when he heard a piercing roar all around him, which made his eardrums ache and his head spin.
High Overlord Mogmorlok strode over, grinning maliciously, "Rexxar, Rok'ton, you two despicable and incompetent pieces of trash, surrender now!"
The two brothers were taken aback. Although they were taller than the average Orcs, they looked like underage boys in front of a real Ogre.
Just as Rok'ton was about to command the beasts, Ogre Priest stepped forward, spreading his arms wide and saying, "Creatures of nature, you are free, no longer subject to command."
The Ogre Priest easily broke the brothers' dark magic, and the beasts immediately scattered and fled, having long since had enough of the brothers' torment.
King Mogmorlok unleashed a flurry of punches, easily knocking the two brothers down. Then, a dozen more Ogres rushed out and bound the two brothers tightly.
Thrall was thrown to the ground by the crocodile, writhing in pain. Just as he was about to flee, he saw King Mogmorlok's copper bell-like eyes, the king staring menacingly at Thrall:
"Savior Thrall, I've heard you defeated Archimonde the Defiler; I'd like to ask you for some pointers."
Thrall made a swift decision, prostrating himself on the ground and submitting to King Mogmorlok.
King Mogmorlok chuckled, and in response to the prophecy, he stepped forward, broke off Thrall's right arm, and chewed it greedily.
"What good is it for a lowly Orcs to pretend to be Savior? In the end, he's just food for Ogres."
The Ogres, carrying Rexxar, Thrall, and Thrall, returned to Brackenwall Village. The Priest cautiously stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, congratulations on capturing the Savior Thrall, but what should we do with him? This is a difficult problem."
High Overlord Mogmorlok said nonchalantly, "Of course, it's killing Thrall and then going to Saurfang to collect the reward."
The Priest shook his head and analyzed seriously:
"My lord, Orcs are the most treacherous race. I suspect that not only will Saurfang not give us the bounty, but he will also attack us under the pretext of avenging Thrall."
Ogres are capable of understanding magic and are considered a highly intelligent race, but they are accustomed to acting in a single-minded manner, never considering the consequences, and only realizing something is wrong when things come to a head.
King Mogmorlok gasped in shock. The few Ogres of Brackenwall Village were no match for the hundreds of thousands of Orcs in Orgrimmar.
"That's right, Thrall is a hypocritical Savior, Saurfang is an even more despicable king of ambushes; they're no good either. We must come up with a foolproof plan."