Before the Loa Altar, Sif placed four totems around Thrall, summoning the power of earth, fire, water, and wind to carefully heal Thrall.
The Titan Keepers are very knowledgeable and have many ways to heal Thrall. To show her sincerity, Sif used the skillful technique of balancing the Loa with the elements.
The advantage of doing this is that it doesn't waste precious divine power. Afterwards, as long as it is properly absorbed and digested, Thrall's strength will increase explosively.
With the power of the four Loa, plus the power of earth, fire, water, and wind, Thrall's future is limitless if Sif carefully nurtures him. He could very well become one of the most terrifying creatures in Azeroth.
For seven days and seven nights, Sif worked tirelessly, expending a great deal of the Guardian's power, and finally succeeded in balancing the power within Thrall's body.
Thrall, who had become deformed, gradually reverted to his Orcs form and woke up early the next morning.
Upon learning of his terrible ordeal, Thrall flew into a rage.
First, they executed four Loa, reducing their bones to ashes.
In response, Frost King Malakk of the Zul'Drak Empire, stated that the Loa's plot to assassinate the great Savior Thrall was tantamount to a world-ending crime, an unforgivable sin, and deserved to be killed.
Afterwards, Thrall thanked the Emissary and Sif, and politely saw the Emissary off.
On a dark night, Thrall summoned Vol'jin and Eitrigg to a feast.
The two arrived at Thrall's tent with trepidation. Dozens of torches were burning brightly, and the hot coals made the tent warm as spring.
The banquet was incredibly lavish, and the main characters were not the usual Tauren or Pandaren, but a dozen or so Trolls and Orcs.
Vol'jin's pupils constricted slightly, his expression extremely solemn. He recognized these Trolls and Orcs as Chefs responsible for cooking the flesh of the Loa, never expecting them to become his ingredients for tonight.
Eitrigg was so frightened that his legs went weak, his face turned pale, and he almost knelt down on the spot.
Thrall sat in the main seat, his face gentle, smiling, and amiable.
"Haha, my two old friends, during my days of suffering, it was thanks to you that I stabilized the morale of the army and maintained the situation. I, Thrall, was able to become the Savior because I believe in repaying kindness and avenging wrongs. You have made outstanding contributions to the Horde, please take your seats."
"No banquet is ever truly enjoyable; we'll have to settle accounts afterward."
Vol'jin remained calm and composed, politely returning the greeting and sitting down next to Thrall.
Eitrigg was so terrified he nearly fainted. He forced a smile, slumped over the edge of the chair, and felt dizzy. He had a premonition that he would become Thrall's meal tonight and be eaten alive.
A variety of fine wines, delicacies, fruits, vegetables, and delicate snacks were served one after another. Thrall greeted Vol'jin Eitrigg, and they chatted about everyday things.
Vol'jin remained composed and responded fluently, but his nerves remained taut, refusing to relax for even a moment.
Eitrigg's tense expression gradually eased, and he relaxed his vigilance slightly.
After drinking a few glasses of wine, Thrall waved.
An Orcs, destined to be Thrall's meal that night, walked up to Thrall and knelt down resignedly. Guards then came forward and bound him tightly.
Thrall picked up a small silver hammer and smashed it down hard on the Orcs Chef's forehead, shattering the skull and revealing the white brain.
Eitrigg screamed in fright, his hands trembling uncontrollably.
Then, Thrall picked up a bowl of boiling soup and poured it over the exposed brain, then, holding a silver spoon, began to devour it, nodding in approval:
"Truly an unparalleled delicacy! What I hate most in my life are those brainless Orcs, who are of no use other than as food. Foolish Eitrigg, do you know your crime?"
Eitrigg's vision went black, and he was so frightened that he immediately knelt on the ground, repeatedly kowtowing and begging for forgiveness:
"Great Savior Thrall, I was wrong. For all the years I have served you, please forgive me. I will never do it again."
Thrall was about to give Eitrigg a good scolding and then eat him as an appetizer for the night when he heard Vol'jin say indifferently, as if it were none of his business:
"The Warchief is wise. Although Eitrigg has made a mistake, it doesn't warrant a serious punishment. Scourge Undead is plotting to destroy the world, Saurfang the Great and his son are ambitious, and Garrosh is arrogant and domineering. Now is the time to use capable people. Let's hear his explanation before taking any action."
Thrall narrowed his eyes slightly, staring intently at Vol'jin as if this was the first time he had ever met him, finding it somewhat unbelievable.
It should be noted that Eitrigg's mistake was at most negligence, while Vol'jin's crime was treason, making him the primary target of punishment tonight. Thrall had already planned that he would not let Vol'jin die a quick death.
Thrall waved his hand, and a Darkspear Trolls, destined to be food, knelt before Vol'jin. Thrall pushed his silver hammer towards Vol'jin and raised his hand, saying:
"Vol'jin, please."
Vol'jin, unperturbed, picked up his silver hammer and swung it down, repeating the same method, savoring the delicious brain matter, and nodded like Thrall:
"Such delicacies are truly rare in this world, Warchief. Once you eat one, there will be one less. I'm afraid there will never be anyone as loyal to you as Eitrigg."
Thrall grinned, secretly praising Vol'jin's courage:
"Very well, Eitrigg, you can tell the difference now."
Eitrigg knew that his survival tonight depended on his next words, but he was too terrified to speak and his mind went blank.
Seeing this, Vol'jin handed Eitrigg a glass of wine.
The fiery liquor burned in Eitrigg's chest, a surge of courage rose within him, and his mind cleared. He immediately spoke with composure:
"Great Savior Thrall, please see clearly that everything I have done is for Azeroth, for the Horde, for the Orcs. In Storm Peaks, I received guidance from a mysterious witch who said that by eating the flesh of the Loa, I could gain the power of the Loa."
"After I returned, I discussed this matter with Vol'jin. Vol'jin was skeptical, so he secretly plotted to use Novos and the Prophet Saronite at Drak'Tharon Keep to conduct an experiment, and to my surprise, it actually succeeded."
"Vol'jin was still not convinced, so he used Quetz'lun and her three Priests to test it again, and the result was successful. Only then did he become convinced that we dared not claim the power of the Loa as our own. Such divine power was only worthy of the great Savior, and so the following events occurred."
Thrall's eyes widened, his fierce expression revealing his malice, and he demanded menacingly:
"I'll believe what you say for now, but what happened to me when I started experiencing health problems?"
Eitrigg pleaded in a low voice:
"Great Savior, we communicated with that witch, and she said it was all normal and we shouldn't worry about it. We were naive and fell for her tricks. Please forgive my sins, Savior."
Given Thrall's suspicious and distrustful nature, he would never let Eitrigg and Vol'jin off easily. He chuckled coldly.
"You said you encountered a witch at Storm Peaks, do you have any evidence?"
Yes, yes.
Eitrigg hurriedly pulled out a gleaming golden hair from his pocket and handed it to Thrall.
Thrall examined the blond hair closely and gasped.
It's all too familiar; this is exactly what Sif. Under normal circumstances, it's very difficult for Titan Keepers to lose their hair, otherwise they wouldn't be considered treasures by the Frost Giants.
For a moment, Thrall's thoughts wandered, and many things came to mind.