I don't need any stunningly Orcs orc.
King Mogmorlok looked righteous; he considered himself a great hero, and that resisting the temptations of beautiful women was an essential quality for a hero.
Rexxar, ever cunning, had already done his homework. He produced a portrait and handed it to King Mogmorlok: "Your Majesty, please look. This is the beauty Thrall wishes to present to you, ranked as the second most beautiful woman in Azeroth, second only to Orcs, the most beautiful Agna."
This was a female Orcs dressed in a glorious suit, with golden plate armor highlighting her green skin, exquisite fangs, a ferocious face, a mouthful of sharp teeth, a savage gaze, and massive limbs. She immediately attracted the attention of King Mogmorlok, who couldn't help but drool.
Rexxar said enviously, "This girl has a natural fragrance. Whenever she goes out, her strong body odor can be smelled throughout Orgrimmar. It is said that she has never taken a bath since she was born."
Upon hearing this, King Mogmorlok's eyes widened, his face filled with longing.
"Good, good, this is exactly the kind of beauty I need. A woman who has been washed with water has lost her natural simplicity. Can she still be called a beauty?"
At this point, King Mogmorlok revealed a forlorn expression:
"Brother Rexxar, to tell you the truth, I am actually a direct descendant of the Gorian Kingdom. The last emperor of the Gorian Kingdom was my grandfather. After the kingdom fell, my father was captured by the treacherous Draenei while fleeing. The cruel Velen used Holy Light to burn him to a crisp. I will never forget the hideous face of my enemy Velen."
High Overlord Mogmorlok's performance gradually became more convincing, and he managed to squeeze out a few tears. "My father threw me into a dry well to escape the Draenei's hunt. Since then, I have constantly thought about restoring my kingdom and avenging my father and grandfather, but unfortunately, I have never been able to achieve my wish. Now I have entered middle age, and it is time to settle down, start a family, and continue the royal bloodline of the empire."
Rexxar chuckled inwardly. Don't let the Ogres' seemingly simple-minded appearance fool you; they are incredibly cunning. There are hundreds of them in Azeroth who claim to be descendants of the royal bloodline of the Gorian Empire.
But appearances still had to be maintained, so Rexxar hurriedly knelt on the ground, tears welling in his eyes. "So Your Majesty is a member of the incomparably noble royal family of the Gorian Empire! My apologies for not recognizing you. To be able to witness the imperial bloodline firsthand, my Rexxar has been worthwhile."
High Overlord Mogmorlok hurriedly helped Rexxar up, his face stern as he said, "Brother Rexxar, I told you the truth out of trust. This matter must be kept secret; even Thrall, the Savior, cannot be told."
Rexxar thought to himself, "Thrall won't believe your nonsense." He swore an oath, "I, Rexxar, hereby swear that if I reveal even the slightest secret, may I die a horrible death."
High Overlord Mogmorlok nodded with satisfaction, patted Rexxar on the shoulder, and said, "We hit it off immediately, which is why I'm speaking to you so frankly. In our royal family, the dark magic that enslaves high-ranking elementals is a closely guarded secret. However, for the sake of Azeroth, for the sake of the great Savior Thrall, I am willing to offer it up."
The transaction went so smoothly that Rexxar was overjoyed. He clapped his hands, and a large cart slowly entered Brackenwall Village. From it emerged a stunningly beautiful Orcs woman, whose strong body odor nearly made the Ogres of Brackenwall Village faint.
King Mogmorlok was immediately captivated by the beauty's scent and charm, and true to his promise, he taught the Rexxar brothers dark magic.
After witnessing the black magic, the two brothers found it profound and difficult to understand. King Mogmorlok solemnly explained, "This magic must be used with caution. Those lacking talent will not only fail to perform it successfully but may also be harmed by it."
This warning deterred the two brothers from attempting it, and they quickly sent it back to Orgrimmar.
After obtaining this dark magic, Thrall showed considerable caution, gathering a group of resourceful Shaman to study it, but he dared not tell the Guardian Aegwynn.
Because it cannot be used lightly, even though the best Shaman among the Orcs have been gathered, their understanding of this dark magic is still superficial; they are only certain that it can threaten Elemental.
The one who finally found the answer was Broxigar, Veteran of the Burning Legion and the Evil spirit hidden within Thrall.
"Thrall, you must be careful. This could be a trap. This magic uses Fel energy, and I don't recall the Ogres of the Gorian Empire using Fel."
Thrall was very unhappy with the Evil soul residing within him, and said sarcastically:
"Broxigar, I remember you as just a lowly deserter. How much do you really know about the history of the Gorian Empire?"
"Thrall!" Broxigar was furious. He knew it wasn't the time to openly confront Thrall, so he softened his tone. "I'm warning you one last time, I don't believe this magic originated from the Gorian Empire. This magic has the flavor of the Burning Legion."
"The Burning Legion?" Thrall's brow relaxed upon hearing this. If this was the dark magic used by Ogres to enslave Elemental, Thrall couldn't help but doubt its authenticity and origin.
But the Burning Legion's Fel Magic should be impossible to fake; perhaps the Legion had already colluded with the Gorian Empire. This actually gave Thrall more confidence, and he said with a grim expression:
"Broxigar, you have no idea how dangerous the situation is. One wrong move and the entire Orcs race will be doomed. If I lose my chieftainship, the Tauren and Pandaren will tear me apart. Everything involves taking risks, and in my opinion, this risk is worthwhile."
Thrall, not trusting anyone else to control the water Elemental Lords Neptulon, took matters into his own hands.
On the towering Altar along the coastline, Neptulon been working tirelessly for days, communicating with the will of the sea. He had persuaded most of the shattered will of the ocean, and that as long as some price was paid, the rage of the tides could be quelled.
These costs were nothing more than sacrifices, such as the souls of the Restless Souls. No matter how demanding the requests were, Neptulon agreed to them all, since it was the Orcs who had to pay the price.
Thrall led a large group of Shaman to the Altar. Neptulon looked down on the cruel Orcs and behaved with exceptional rudeness, which only fueled Thrall's jealousy.
Neptulon had no intention of becoming the leader of the Horde and never imagined that he and Thrall would be rivals, so Neptulon had no suspicion of Thrall.
Moreover, Neptulon is currently Thrall's Guardian, protecting the safety of Orgrimmar, and would never have imagined that the Orcs would attack him.
"Lord Neptulon, I am a fairly good Shaman, skilled in Elemental Magic. Is there anything I can do to help you?" Thrall asked, feigning ingratiation.
Neptulon waved his hand Pride and said, "Communicating with the will of the ocean is extremely difficult. Without a will as powerful as mine, one must be like the Tidesages, accumulating knowledge over many years to gradually understand the laws of the tides. You cannot do that."
Thrall calmly replied, "Lord Neptulon, you are a great water Elemental Lords, and I certainly cannot compare to you. However, when I served in the Burning Legion, I was fortunate enough to receive the kindness of Lord Archimonde, who once instructed me in a few techniques, including the method of communicating with the tides."
"Oh, the Burning Legion has this method too? I'd really like to see it." Neptulon showed great interest.