To express his gratitude to Sif for saving his life, Thrall prepared a grand feast in which more than five hundred Tauren and Pandaren were slaughtered and made into various delicacies.
Thrall pondered for a long time but couldn't find a way to stop the Titan Keepers from joining the Moon Goddess's side. Since he couldn't fight against the Titan Keepers, he might as well form an alliance with them.
Forming an alliance meant having to appease and flatter, something Thrall was very reluctant to do.
Fortunately, Sylvanas delivered the Soul Orb before the banquet began.
The Soul Orb from the Burning Legion changed Thrall's mind, allowing him to regain the initiative.
The banquet went smoothly. Thrall sat in the main seat, while Sif, in her Night Elf form, sat in the honored guest's seat, accompanied by Vol'jin, Sylvanas, Tirion Fordring, and others.
After the banquet began, Thrall repeatedly offered toasts, constantly expressing his gratitude to Sif.
Titan Keepers don't need to eat, but as a sign of politeness, Sif drank a few cups.
In fact, Sif didn't care about Thrall's attitude; she attended the banquet purely out of courtesy.
Deep down, Sif despised the savage Orcs; she cared more about the attitude of the Elune and longed for Moon Goddess protection.
Sif displayed excellent manners; every smile and gesture exuded grace and poise. She was neither arrogant nor humble, moved with ease, and spoke with elegance, making people feel as if they were bathed in a spring breeze. She was almost flawless.
This made Thrall even more wary.
After everyone had enjoyed themselves to the fullest, Thrall grinned widely, reeking of alcohol, and said:
"Lady Sif, you are a noble Titan Keepers, and you probably don't understand us savage Orcs. There's an old saying in Draenor: the more savage and cruel a race is, the more it values loyalty and repays kindness; while those races that spout benevolence and morality are nothing but hypocrites. We Orcs act with integrity, as heaven and earth can bear witness, and it is precisely through this benevolence and righteousness that we have achieved our current glory."
Sif smiled gently and said, "I have long heard of the Orcs' benevolence."
Thrall a large piece of pan-fried Pandaren food, ate it, and took a sip of wine:
"Hundreds of years ago, we Orcs were slaves of the Ogres. Their cruel rule sparked our Orcs. Unfortunately, we were no match for the Ogres in either strength or magic. Then the Draenei came and rescued us from the Ogres, teaching us how to tan hides, smelt steel, and learn Shaman magic, enabling us to survive on the land."
Sif listened Anjing and politely, wondering what Thrall meant by bringing up this history. Then Thrall's expression changed, and he said fiercely:
"Ever since the Draenei rescued us from the Ogres, my ancestors swore to exterminate Draenei, to wipe them out completely. This hatred far surpassed their hatred for the Ogres, and after hundreds of years, through the efforts of dozens of generations, they finally succeeded. If it weren't for Kil'jaeden's consideration for our past relationship, we would have devoured that old scum Velen long ago."
Sif was stunned. Even with the wisdom of Titan Keepers, she couldn't understand why the Orcs would repay a debt of gratitude in this way; it was simply too perplexing.
Seeing Sif's puzzled expression, Thrall revealed a ferocious look:
"Our ancestors once said: the world is full of pain and torment, a crucible of suffering. We have freed the Draenei from the sea of earthly misery, subjecting their souls to the most agonizing torment, their mournful cries day and night. Is this not the greatest reward?"
"This!"
Sif was somewhat confused. She couldn't understand what was going on with the Orcs' distorted values. Was this the chasm caused by cultural differences?
Sif then felt unwell; something inside her body was acting up.
Seeing Sif's expression change drastically, Thrall was smug:
"Lady Sif, thank you for saving my life. You will soon receive the Orcs' repayment. May you suffer those days and nights of soul-wrenching torment and endless regret!"
"No!"
Sif screamed in agony, her bright eyes instantly losing their luster, and her golden hair turning like withered straw, indicating that the magic within her had spiraled out of control.
Bang!
Sif's body returned to its original form, a massive Titan Keepers body, with various colored energies leaking out uncontrollably. Above Sif's head, a gray Soul Orb slowly rose.
In the center of the gray sphere, Black Flames scorched Sif's soul, twisting Sif face and emitting piercing screams.
Thrall laughed triumphantly, his face contorted with rage, and said:
"Haha, Sif, your miserable state truly excites me. Endure endless pain, Orcs, trample this lowly Titan Keepers's body."
A large group of Orcs soldiers rushed in and began hacking and slashing at Sif's massive body.
Although the Titan Keepers are incredibly tough, without the support of magic within them, they lose most of their defensive capabilities.
Before long, Sif's body was mangled beyond recognition, and after the hard outer skin was destroyed, the incredibly intricate internal components were revealed.
Thrall personally took to the field, wielding the Doomhammer and using the earth, fire, water, and wind powers bestowed upon him by Sif, smashing Sif's chest and exposing the Titan Keepers's heart.
It was a crystal radiating seven colors, possessing an unparalleled beauty. Countless magical forces were drawn to it, swirling around it—such a beautiful dream.
In front of Sif's soul, Thrall smashed it to pieces with his hammer, effectively extinguishing any hope of Sif's resurrection.
If the heart still exists, the Titan Keepers can repair it.
Thrall laughed heartily, feeling exhilarated by the thought of personally killing his benefactor.
Such cruel methods were astonishing, and Thrall's terror made everyone present uneasy; even Sylvanas felt a chill run down her spine.
Vol'jin seized the opportunity and stepped forward to flatter him:
"Great Savior Thrall, well done! There's an old saying among us Trolls: the more cruel, ruthless, lawless, and wicked one is, the more people will support and defend them. Cruelty is the nature of life."
Thrall was in high spirits and had a great appetite. After eating a piece of juicy and delicious beef, he pondered for a while and then gave the order:
"Eitrigg, throw Sif's remains into the Frost Giants ' camp and say the Frost Giants killed Sif. Heh heh, the more blatant the lie, the more people will believe it."
At the summit of the mountains, the Temple of Storms is shrouded in Thunder.
Bathed in countless bolts of Thunder, Thorim suddenly felt a chill run down his spine and abruptly opened his eyes.
Thorim and Sif are husband and wife, and the Titans have established a telepathic connection between them.
With the power of Thunder, Thorim's gaze transcended the barriers of space.
He saw Sif at the Orcs banquet, calling out Thorim's name in anguish, and he saw his wife being betrayed by Thrall.
Enraged, Thorim swiftly extended his right hand, and the Stormhammer, Krolmir, flew into his grasp.
Krolmir is a magical artifact; it can arrive in an instant, even from thousands of miles away.
By simply throwing his warhammer, Thorim could kill the smug Orcs and rescue his wife.
But Thorim hesitated.
The Titan Keepers's meticulous thinking led him to many thoughts in an instant.
Orcs are the protagonists of this world; they are protected by the Elune.
Offending the Orcs is the same as offending Elune.
Therefore, he cannot do that.
Everything is for Azeroth.