In the original history, Thrall was only the inheritor of Orgrim's will.
In this life, Orgrim was more important to Thrall. He was also Thrall's life mentor.
When Thrall lost Orgrim for the first time outside the Dalajan city, Thrall was heartbroken and regretted for a long time. Orgrim returned as a dead person, and Thrall was secretly happy for many days and nights.
After losing something once, he learned to cherish it more.
Because in the entire tribe, only Orgrim understood Thrall's heart the best, and could stand in Thrall's perspective and think for the tribe. And as an Orc who was once a Great Chieftain, his opinions and experience were incomparable.
It was not that Wojin was bad, but Wojin was still a Troll, and sometimes it was difficult for him to think from an Orc's perspective.
Now that Orgrim had been slashed by Illidan, how could Thrall not be shocked and pained?
But the next moment, Thrall smiled bitterly.
"I'm long dead!" Orgrim cursed, and while his upper body was still on the ground, he activated [Counterattack Storm].
This scene was extremely strange. Orgrim, who only had half his body left, actually used his Warrior's skills in mid-air to hit Illidan's hammer a few times.
Illidan retreated and held Azzinoth's Dual Blades ten meters away. With an amused look, he watched Orgrim fall to the ground and continue to jump.
At this time, everyone realized that as a Forsaken, as long as the core of his soul was not damaged, it was impossible for Orgrim to die again.
If Orgrim did not mind, he could just find a suture line to sew his body back together and continue to fight.
Before Thrall could finish his joy, Illidan was unhappy.
He spat on the ground. "What a filthy and annoying trait. Since you're dead, just obediently become my power."
Illidan's left hand put away his weapon into his portal bag, and then his empty palm suddenly stretched forward.
A green ball of evil light floated in mid-air, and the swaying green light reflected the indifferent expression on the self-proclaimed Lord of the Outland.
At this moment, the black cloth covering the upper half of his face could no longer hide the empty eye sockets under the black cloth, because the dark green flame of the Netherworld was burning in the eye sockets like the flames of the Netherworld. A bright light shone through, making Illidan look even more eerie and terrifying.
It had to be said that the van Cleef father and daughter were very brave.
When Illidan jumped out, they made the decision to temporarily give up on the Soul Box and attack Illidan.
Unfortunately, they did not succeed.
A purple aura enveloped Illidan, causing their blades to bounce away before they could even touch him.
One of the four members of the Illidari Council, Gathios the Shatterer, who had the skills of a Paladin, cast a Protection Blessing on Illidan, making him temporarily immune to physical damage.
The other four-man party, the Night Elf Thief Wayerliss Deepshadow, used Shadowstep to get close to Edwin VanCleef. With a few stabs, he forced Old Van Cleef to give up on Illidan and fight Wayerliss.
No one could stop Illidan.
The light ball on his left palm was dissipating bit by bit in his palm. Before everything around him returned to darkness, another existence that had been temporarily ignored suddenly erupted.
"Wuwuwuwuwuwulu —" Following the indistinct wails of the soul, the Soul Box began to flash with a strange radiance. A purplish-black vortex emitting a terrifying aura opened above the soul box.
The vortex spun rapidly. At first, no one felt anything wrong.
Soon, everyone knew who this vortex was targeting.
"Ugh —" Orgrim, who was still alive, suddenly had his soul leave his body.
A green soul that looked exactly like Orgrim flew out of the remaining half of his body under the absorption of the soul vortex. Before anyone could react, it was sucked into the soul vortex.
In less than half a second, everyone realized that the face of the Soul Box, the Source of Suffering, had changed into Orgrim's face.
The former Great Chief closed his eyes, opened his mouth full of fangs, and kept roaring in a barbaric Orc style.
It was an unconscious release of pain, but it transmitted pain, fear, and even more intense emotion — shock — to the entire Horde.
Thrall turned his neck that was like a rusty machine and looked at where Orgrim was before.
Ashes —
And a tragic scene that was very fitting for this description.
Orgrim's body was abnormally destroyed. It was as if all the water had been sucked out, and not a trace of weathering was left.
Illidan stomped his feet, and in the next second, Orgrim's body was completely blown away like dust swept away by a storm. There was no trace of him at all.
"No …" Sal shouted and couldn't help but shed tears of regret as he wailed.
Illidan sneered, "There are many Orc souls in the Soul Box. I don't care if there are a few more Orc souls. What, are you still not going to surrender? Thrall, this is the last chance for you and your Horde … "
The only thing that answered Illidan was a hammer.
It was as if a volcano had suddenly been thrown at them.
Illidan's face turned cold, "You're asking for it!!" With a wave of his hand, the demonic spell [Dark Barrage] shot out. Countless black shadow missiles rained down on the [Hammer of Destruction] that was thrown at them.
The blazing flames on the hammer's head dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye. After the hammer flew for a distance of three meters, it was already black and smashed into the ground. From the looks of it, this famous hammer was no different from an ordinary iron.
The Horde masters were angry! They went berserk!
They gave up their target and rushed at Illidan.
They wanted to tear this evil demon who dared to provoke their Great Chief and trample on the dignity of the entire Horde into pieces.
What a pity!
The difference in strength could not be made up for with courage.
[Shadow Impact]!
This extremely exaggerated shadow attack easily sent all the Horde warriors within 100 yards flying. After a while, they fell from the sky like dumplings.
"Ha! Isn't this our Great Chief!? "Gurtug yelled as he walked to Thrall, who was lying on the ground. He lifted Thrall up with both hands. Because of the dark energy transformation, his body was even bigger than the already burly Thrall.
Gurtug looked at Illidan, "My master, you don't mind me torturing him, right?"
Illidan nodded mockingly.
The power of [Blood Boil] entered Thrall's body, and the dizzy Thrall screamed in pain.
Imriel, who was holding the Soul Box, could not help but want to say something. Suddenly, she heard Vanessa's voice, "Calm down. Master is here. "
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