King Mogmorlok nodded repeatedly in approval:
"What I admire most about the Orcs chieftains is their ability to bend and stretch. Grom Hellscream once knelt humbly on the ground, licking the Ogre warlord's toes, and even Consecration up his beautiful wife. But that didn't stop him from becoming the great Warsong Clan Chieftain. After all, history is written by the victors, who can freely boast about non-existent achievements."
High Overlord Mogmorlok waved his hand, and an Ogre stepped forward to untie Thrall and Rexxar from their restraints. "Go back, Thrall, you are still the great Savior."
Thrall thanked them profusely and led the Rexxar brothers away from Brackenwall Village. Watching the three figures disappear, the Ogre Priest was very worried and asked in a low voice, "Will Thrall believe us?"
King Mogmorlok coldly replied, "Don't worry, someone of his status values his life above all else and would never risk it."
Leaving Brackenwall Village, Thrall's arrogance soared as he glared at the Rexxar brothers. "You two useless trash! You couldn't even handle a rude Ogre! What use are you to me?"
Feeling ashamed, Rexxar could only fawn over him, saying:
"Great Savior, the Ogres are stronger than us and Mastery our dark magic, making them a nemesis to our brothers. We will fight to the death for Ogre."
Thrall snorted coldly; he knew he couldn't leave the brothers for the time being.
Rok'ton whistled, and under the influence of dark magic, the scattered magical beasts could only return to the two brothers. Rok'ton took out his whip and lashed it hard to punish their betrayal, while Thrall simply twisted off the head of a leopard, roasted it, and ate it.
"Next, you will come with me to Theramore. I need to meet someone. This is all for the sake of saving Azeroth. Theramore is just a bunch of stupid humans Dwarves. I can wipe them all out with one hand. If you disappoint me again, don't blame me for being impolite."
The Rexxar brothers quickly swore oaths, while Thrall snorted in displeasure and warned:
"What happened today must never be told, or you will be executed without mercy. I know a Kobold who gives all the Bards in Azeroth their scripts. I'll have him write a story that says you brothers defeated the Ogres of Brackenwall Village, led the Stonemaul Ogres to join the Orcs, and that you are warriors of the Horde."
Rexxar's eyes lit up; this was a golden opportunity to prove himself. He quickly knelt down to thank Thrall. Rok'ton, on the other hand, muttered a few words of dissatisfaction, feeling that this was unfair.
Theramore, formerly the Guardian Aegwynn, spent many years studying magic within the Mage Tower.
Thrall handed two Orb of Deception to the Rexxar brothers, earnestly explaining, "Jaina is a fool, utterly incompetent in military affairs. Theramore's military discipline is lax, and defenses are weak; might makes right. This is your chance to shine."
The Rexxar brothers nodded repeatedly. They had already heard about the situation in Theramore and knew that Thrall's words were true.
Unable to enter the city, the three used the Orb of Deception to enter through the main gate. The guards, who were lounging lazily against the wall, did not check the outsiders' identities but simply stretched out their hands to ask for money, which earned them a hard punch from Rexxar. The guard whimpered and fell to the ground, trembling with fear.
The three swaggered into Theramore. The garrison of Theramore consisted of adventurers lured from all over by the Peace Dove. The Veterans with real ideals and ambitions understood the situation as soon as they saw it and secretly left.
Those who remained were almost all thugs, smugglers, wanted criminals, murderers, and other scoundrels; Theramore's chaos was perfect for scum to survive.
On the short stretch of road from the city gate to the mage tower, Thrall and his companions were robbed thirteen times. Thrall even suspected that without the Rexxar brothers, he would probably have been beaten to death.
Thrall, the Savior, was killed by a bunch of bastards from Theramore. It was a joke. When Thrall arrived at the entrance of the Mage Tower, Thrall was surprised to see a sign.
"This area is prone to robbery and murder; adventurers are advised not to linger."
The Archmage Tower of Theramore, the former hermitage of the Guardian Aegwynn, had become a hotspot for robberies and murders. Thrall scratched his head, realizing that the fact that the sign here had survived proved that the Guardian's authority still remained.
Thrall turned to the Rexxar brothers and said, "You two wait here and don't wander off. I'm going inside to see someone, I'll be right back."
Upon entering the mage tower, Thrall felt dizzy. When he regained consciousness, he found himself in a metal cage, his missing right arm restored to its original state.
Former Guardian Aegwynn floated in the air, her cloak billowing even without wind, silently observing Thrall. Upon seeing this, Thrall immediately prostrated himself on the ground, crying out, "Guardian, save me!"
Aegwynn nodded slightly, his face expressionless, and said:
"I know about what happened to you. Saurfang was just joking. Don't worry, I'll take care of it for you. I have a guest to entertain, so please wait here."
The metal cage was shrouded in shadow, obscuring the view from the outside, but Thrall could clearly see what was happening outside.
A tall, strong woman walked in. She was voluptuous, with fair skin, black hair, and deep-set eyes. She had a fierce look about her and wore a dark coat. She met the gaze of the Guardian Aegwynn, without any fear.
Thrall recognized him as a Kul Tiras, judging from the precious pendant around his neck, he must be a nobleman of high status.
"Wife of a Kul Tiras Navy Vice Admiral, Aishifan, Chairwoman of Ashvane Trading Company, greets the former Guardian." The tall, robust woman was neither servile nor overbearing, merely bowing her head casually as a greeting.
Aegwynn looked away, seemingly unwilling to acknowledge her, and asked with feigned curiosity, "Are all the men of Kul Tiras Imp? Why would they send a fat pig to negotiate?"
Lady Aishifan was not annoyed, and smiled with narrowed eyes:
"I've heard that the Guardian Aegwynn has a penchant for executing envoys. The men of Kul Tiras are unwilling to die in vain at the hands of a woman. They've already prepared a large ship, its magazines overflowing with ammunition, ready to avenge me."
Aegwynn was slightly startled and glanced at the visitor:
"Indeed courageous. But I don't understand, what gives the Kul Tiras the audacity to refuse the Orcs' goodwill?"
Aishifan angrily retorted:
"Fifty thousand Kul Tiras every year to serve as military provisions—this is the Orcs' way of being kind? We are not cowardly Zandalari Trolls; we will never agree to such an unreasonable demand."
Aegwynn chuckled, "Does Kul Tiras intend to destroy Azeroth? You know perfectly well that the Orcs are the Saviors of Azeroth. Without the Orcs, you would have been destroyed long ago. What, are you unwilling to pay even this small price for Azeroth?"
Enraged, Aishifan retorted rudely:
"Aegwynn, you old hag, shut your vile lies. You are also a human, and a high and mighty Guardian at that. Why do you help a bunch of beasts? Fifty thousand Kul Tiras every year—this is tantamount to our destruction and extinction."
Aegwynn chuckled, a sinister glint in his eyes. "That's right, I intend to wipe out your nation and your people. Only Orcs will be allowed to live in Azeroth. This was all planned long ago."