Protected by magic, Garrosh, now only a head, remained alive. He opened his mouth, his face full of pleading, but he could not utter a word.
The Emissary summoned a powerful Orcs general, taller and stronger than Garrosh, and casually tossed his head into the sewers.
Next, the Emissary cast a life spell, and under the influence of green light, the Orcs general's body fused with Garrosh's head.
"Garrosh Hellscream, I punish you on behalf of the Moon Goddess. Do you accept this?" the Emissary asked, washing the blood from his hands.
Garrosh collapsed to the ground, adjusting to his new body. The terrible torment brought him to the brink of collapse, and he hurriedly said, "I give up, I give up."
The Emissary nodded in satisfaction and said to King Varian, "King Majesty, are you satisfied with my punishment?"
Varian was equally terrified, completely overwhelmed by the Emissary's methods, and stammered, "Satisfied, satisfied."
The Emissary dried his hands, picked up his teacup, took a slow sip, and said gently:
"King Majesty, you must understand that the purpose of the King of Stormwind City is to unite the various races of the Alliance. If the Scourge wants to wipe out the Orcs, you must stand in their way and clearly tell Scourge: if you want to destroy the Orcs, you will have to step over our dead bodies. This is not intimidation."
Seeing Varian's bewildered expression, the Emissary explained solemnly:
"I know your father was eaten by the Orcs, and your people suffered Orcs slaughter. But you must understand, the sole purpose of the House Wrynn's existence is to protect the Orcs with the flesh and blood of the Alliance, even to feed Orcs. Of course, you can choose the people, but without our help, the royal line of Stormwind City will end. Your King, what is your choice?"
Varian hesitated, his expression clearly showing struggle; he had something to say but dared not speak it.
The Emissary understood immediately and said calmly:
"I know what you're thinking. Your pride makes it hard for you to accept Mercy and charity. But you must understand that if you refuse, you will lose your wealth and status, the position revered by thousands. A King who loses everything will inevitably meet a tragic end. Besides, even if you refuse, it won't change anything. I believe countless people in the Kingdom of Stormwind want to sit in this position."
Varian nodded meekly, "I agree."
The Emissary smiled with satisfaction, put down his teacup, and said:
"Excellent, Your King. Soon, wise men of the Peace Dove will become your advisors, assisting you in ruling the Kingdom of Stormwind. With the help of the Peace Dove, your reign will be more secure Alterac Mountains."
Having accomplished a great task, the Emissary was in high spirits, but suddenly realized one was missing and asked:
Where did Thrall go?
Vol'jin replied respectfully, his expression complex, "Thrall ate the flesh of the Loa, and his body underwent Mutation. He has been missing for many days, and his whereabouts are unknown."
"Disappeared?"
A murderous aura surged between the Emissary's brows as he roared, "Fool! How can the flesh and blood of the Loa be consumed so casually?"
Vol'jin, looking completely innocent, quickly explained:
"My Emissary, this is all Thrall's willful act, coveting the power of the Loa. After all, he is the great Savior, and his word is law. We, his subordinates, are simply unable to persuade him."
Eitrigg's eyes darted around, and he chimed in, "..."
"Yes, I've heard that consuming the flesh of the Loa might cause adverse effects, but Thrall claims to be the master of his destiny, the great Savior, and he simply doesn't listen to our opinions."
The Emissary knew the true nature of these two men; had it not been for their instigation, Thrall would never have consumed the flesh of the Loa.
However, both of them completely shirked responsibility, and since they couldn't find any evidence, and besides, Garrosh had already been punished, there was really no need to torture them all.
The Emissary spoke in an unquestionable tone:
"Elune, has decreed that the Alliance and the Horde must unite to destroy the Evil Scourge and then march on Icecrown Glacier. The Moon Goddess has a great task to accomplish."
Those present were all terrified. Dranosh, mustering his courage, whispered:
"My Emissary, the Horde's army in Northrend has been wiped out by the Scourge. The Scourge is far more powerful than we imagined; we are no match for them."
The Emissary waved his hand and said confidently:
"Rest assured, the Caverns of Time will replenish the Horde's Horde with new soldiers. Moreover, this is a coordinated operation between the Argent Crusade, the Alliance, and the Horde. Elune's will is infallible; we will surely triumph. You don't need to think; simply execute the orders. Of course, the first step is to find Thrall."
Icecrown Citadel.
"The repulsive force of Azeroth is becoming increasingly severe."
Kel'Thuzad wore a solemn expression. Inside Icecrown Citadel, tens of thousands of Ghouls had entered a state of aging, their faces aged, their sharp teeth fallen out, and their once agile bodies now struggling to move.
This is the Ghoul Legion that wiped out the Horde that night.
Before this, only members of the Scourge were affected, while the Cannon Fodder Troops remained in normal condition. But today, the impact has spread to these Cannon Fodder Troops that attacked the Horde.
Robbie saw Point, Line, and Plane, and planes, but as before, he couldn't find the reason.
"Will it affect the other Cannon Fodder Troops?" Robbie asked anxiously.
Not at the moment!
Kel'Thuzad said worriedly, "Perhaps this is a warning; if we attack the Horde again, old age will spread to all the Cannon Fodder Troops."
Fortunately, dealing with aging is not difficult.
Although the gate to the New World is temporarily closed, the Spatial Rift to Argus World still exists. The Scourge has successfully established a base in Argus World, and these aging Ghouls can simply be sent there.
Arthas left these low-level Cannon Fodder Troops behind to guard this Spatial Rift and prevent the Burning Legion from invading.
Robbie carefully examined the Ghoul's condition and knew he couldn't delay any longer.
The Spatial Rift to Argus World has opened, and countless Gargoyles have flown out, grabbing these aging Ghouls and sending them into Argus World.
Kel'Thuzad analyzed carefully:
"Based on my observations, aging is directly proportional to strength. The stronger one is, the more terrifying the aging becomes. On the contrary, non-combatants of the Scourge, such as cleaners and porters, some of whom have participated in killing Orcs, are completely unaffected."
Robbie cautiously said, "I have a guess."
Inside the underground warehouses of Icecrown Bulwark, countless Orcs corpses lay piled up; all the bodies of the Orcs Legion that annihilated Northrend that night had been brought back.
The Scourge had no shortage of materials to make cannon fodder, Kel'Thuzad couldn't understand why Robbie would bring back these filthy Orcs corpses.
"Use the corpses and souls of Orcs to create Scourge soldiers. Remember, don't make them too powerful; keep them roughly the same strength as when they were alive. Then, find a target and attack them."
"Northrend no longer has Orcs army," Kel'Thuzad said.
Robbie took a deep breath:
"There's one goal the Horde will never give up; we can use this opportunity to conduct an experiment."
Kel'Thuzad produced a magical map, and on the border of the Zul'Drak Empire, amidst the towering mountains bordering Grizzly Hills, a figure was slowly making its way.
It was Thrall, the Savior.