Leihanna hesitated for a moment, swiftly gathered fel energy, and fired a Chaos Bolt.
The fel bolt flew straight toward the crown of Thrall's head as he charged.
Roar! He let out a furious bellow.
A crimson glow appeared before Thrall. His formidable defenses and extraordinarily high energy resistance allowed him to withstand Leihanna's fel spell head-on.
This was power only a level-seven warrior could possess. Once warrior class practitioners reached this level, they could disregard traditionally fatal attacks. Thrall could not only regenerate severed limbs but also withstand all manner of spells below level five head-on.
Leihanna hesitated for several seconds, then identified the orc before her.
Lord Gul'dan had reminded Azgalor that the orcs of the Hillsbrad Foothills could be put to great use.
Especially an orc warrior named Thrall.
When the young warrior whose demon blood had been knocked away saw Thrall enter the internment camp's square, his anger quietly subsided. He decisively retreated a few steps and disappeared into the crowd.
"An orc raised among humans betrayed you long ago. Look at what he's wearing-every piece of armor was forged by human civilization. What? Do you really expect a human's slave to become your leader?" Leihanna had gathered extensive intelligence and possessed a fairly thorough understanding of Thrall.
Thrall remained expressionless. Whether he could become the orcs' leader was not the point. The most pressing issue was ensuring that the orcs did not accept demon blood again and become the Burning Legion's pawns.
Intelligent beings could not stumble over the same obstacle twice. The orcs were no exception.
The price paid on Draenor had been far too great.
Such a beautiful, prosperous planet had been destroyed by fel energy, ultimately exploding into a ruined wasteland.
Azeroth was the new homeland on which the orcs depended for