Jaina is always kind, gentle, and understanding.
She forced down a bowl of meat soup and ate the Tough Jerky the Orcs had given her.
Although the soup was bland and the Tough Jerky was tough and hard to swallow, a far cry from her usual refined meals, she still politely offered a few words of praise.
"It has a very unique flavor; I wonder what kind of meat it is."
"We had a hunt in Brill, a small encirclement," Thrall grinned.
Jaina suddenly sensed that Thrall's smile wasn't so friendly anymore; it carried an inexplicable chill.
Perhaps she had been reading for too long last night and her eyes were a little blurry. Jaina tidied her hair and was about to reveal her perfect smile.
There was the sound of a door opening.
Jaina was shocked to see a strong Orcs push open the door to the crypt. She had never imagined that the Internment Camp would have a crypt. It was dark inside, with heavy breathing coming from inside, and pairs of bright, ferocious eyes.
"Oh my god, where is that place?" Jaina was startled, like a frightened hare.
"That's a crypt, filled with many dangerous beasts." Thrall frowned, thankfully he reacted quickly; Jaina, this naive little girl, was easily fooled.
"The people of Lordaeron suffered greatly from the ravages of wild beasts. We captured them and protected them. But we cannot kill them; after all, they are innocent lives, given the means to live by nature, and we must respect that."
"Your kindness and greatness are beyond even the Naaru's comprehension," Jaina exclaimed sincerely.
"Hey, soldier, what are you doing out here? Get back to the crypt right now!"
Thrall turned around, roared, waved his hands repeatedly, and winked at him.
Robbie strode forward, raised his voice, and solemnly said:
"I, Leonardo Brutalaxe, representing the great Brutalaxe Clan, following the ancient traditions of the Orcs, challenge you, Thrall! Come, son of Durotan, you coward, let us see who the true Orcs Warrior is!"
Thrall felt a headache coming on after hearing that.
Normally, Thrall wouldn't need to personally handle such challenges; he had a group of strong and capable henchmen who were more than capable of dealing with challenges from all sides.
But now, with Jaina visiting on behalf of Dalaran, it's not an appropriate occasion for the henchmen to be present.
Thrall had only one Veteran by his side, the Orcs Eitrigg, who was Thrall's trusted Strategist, though dueling was not his forte.
"Alright, soldier, as you wish," Thrall replied helplessly.
He first turned around and apologized to Jaina.
"This is an ancient tradition of our Orcs, a harmless contest. I hope it won't disturb you, beautiful lady." Thrall appeared relaxed, grinning and smiling.
"I was just looking to learn more about Orcs. I heard you're a reigning champion in the Arena. Oh, I'm sorry, I brought up that less-than-pleasant memory. I sincerely apologize for that," Jaina quickly added.
"It's alright, I was just about to stretch my muscles. Too much peace has rusted our bodies." Thrall turned to face Robbie, giving him an awkward smile.
Thrall was full of confidence for the upcoming duel.
Thrall was strong and taller than the average Orcs, by two heads, and his body was much more robust. His imposing physique was a significant advantage in making him the leader of the Orcs.
Thrall grew up in comfort and privilege, raised by Lord Blackmoore. He became the champion of the Arena for two reasons: firstly, he was stronger than most Orcs, and secondly, Thrall preferred to fight with his mind. He had learned the subtle combat techniques of humans, while traditional Orcs preferred to rely on brute force in a straightforward manner.
After escaping the Orcs internment camp, Thrall was still not satisfied and sought to learn Shaman arts from the old Shaman Drek'Thar. Although according to Orcs tradition, one cannot wear armor in duels, can only bring one weapon, and cannot use spells, he was the great Thrall, and here he was in charge.
"Come on, soldier, I hope I don't make you cry." Thrall's contemptuous provocation.
To show his disdain, Thrall didn't choose a weapon, relying solely on his bare fists.
Thrall had enough confidence; elemental power was his best weapon.
"In the face of a true powerhouse, you are nothing but a pathetic wretch." Robbie, too, did not choose a weapon.
As the leader of the Orcs, and with a noble and beautiful lady by his side, Thrall politely deferred to Robbie, a soldier, and let him go first.
Suddenly!
Robbie threw a punch.
Thrall looked at him with disdain, thinking he was too slow, and easily dodged by tilting his head.
Unexpectedly, Robbie suddenly opened his palm, and a bright light shone from his palm.
Thrall's vision blurred, and he cried out in alarm. He heard a whoosh of wind behind him and quickly raised his arm to defend himself.
Bang!
Thrall couldn't see, but he could feel the opponent's strength was extraordinary. His arm burned with pain, and a sense of powerlessness washed over him.
Bang!
With another sound, Thrall's arm defense finally collapsed; his arms ached and he could no longer lift them.
Bang!
The third sound rang out, Thrall suffered a heavy blow to the back of the head.
Thrall didn't actually know that Robbie was using a whip kick.
Thrall and Ner'zhul made the same mistake. Orcs have arms and legs that are as thick as their bodies, and they never train their lower body strength, so Thrall's focus was entirely on Robbie's fists.
Robbie's whip kick was infused with the power of Holy Light, making it incredibly powerful, though it was hidden beneath the Orcs's disguise.
Taking advantage of Thrall's unsteady steps, Robbie grabbed Thrall's hair and slammed him hard to the ground.
At this time, Thrall had not yet gone bald, and naturally, he was not as powerful as he would become later.
To the Orcs, Thrall's incredibly handsome face made intimate contact with the ground.
Thrall felt dizzy and was about to say something.
Robbie grabbed his hair again and slammed his face hard against the ground.
One time, another time, and another time.
Robbie's smashes aren't coming fast, so he has to use all his strength.
This continued for a dozen or so times. Thrall's consciousness became blurred, blood streamed down his face, two sharp fangs broke off, his eyes gradually lost focus, and he couldn't help but roll his eyes back.
Jaina, who was not far away, was stunned. She only saw Robbie throw a punch, then jump up and kick three times in succession, and Thrall fell to the ground. What followed was a one-sided ravages.
How could the champion of the Arena be so incompetent?
Orcs worship the strong, Jaina is no exception. Thrall's Invincible image in her mind gradually crumbled.
"Stop! Stop, you damned beast! Release the great Savior Thrall!" Eitrigg roared, rushing forward to stop Robbie. Robbie knocked Eitrigg to the ground with a single punch and kicked him hard.
"Old Orcs, have you forgotten the honor of the Orcs?"
"Pah, damn it, what a load of rubbish!" Eitrigg scrambled to his feet, spitting out a mouthful of blood. Pointing at the astonished Jaina, he snarled, "Our glory has only one purpose: to deceive these stupid human girls."
"Is he talking about me?" Jaina felt uncomfortable being pointed at and wondered if she had misheard.
A novice mage whispered, "Judging from the gender and the way the little girl is addressed, it can only be you, Lady Jaina."
"Orcs, apologize to me." Jaina was displeased; she had never been treated so unfairly.
"Pah, you idiot, moron, you're a complete disaster for humanity!" Eitrigg, having finished his tirade, roared, "Come out, all of you! No need to hide! The great Savior Thrall is in danger!"
Rumble.
A sudden tremor shook the earth, and hundreds of Orcs soldiers surged out of the crypt, surrounding Robbie and Thrall's arena. These Orcs were majestic and powerful, each with a strong physique and fierce appearance.
Everyone's attention was focused on the arena, and no one saw Arthas, disguised as Orcs, sneak away. This was something Robbie had arranged beforehand; Arthas had prepared horses on a small hill five miles away, ready to provide backup at any time.
"Can anyone tell me where these Orcs came from?" Jaina asked in shock, her blushing lips slightly parted.
"All I want to say is this," lamented a novice monk.
"Ms. Jaina, you are a complete idiot."