In the original timeline, the demons Tichondrius and Mannoroth schemed to have the Warsong Clan orcs drink demon blood a second time, directly transforming them into fel orcs. Grom's power was also enhanced as a result, splitting the demigod Cenarius in half with a single axe blow. Later, in the Battle of Mount Hyjal, he similarly erupted and killed Mannoroth!
However, the current Grom had not drunk demon blood a second time, and his strength was not yet sufficient to kill Mannoroth with a single axe blow! Even though Mannoroth was severely injured, he still wielded his double-headed glaive with his right hand, and green fel energy shot out from the spearhead, hitting Grom's chest directly!
"Uncle..." At this moment, Sora, who was being held, cried out loudly, causing Varok to break free from his dizziness!
"Catch!" Sora desperately threw his weapon over! The Axe of Cenarius! The weapon Broxigar used to wound Sargeras!
Varok caught the Axe of Cenarius!
Mannoroth's small eyes narrowed! He recognized this weapon; it was the weapon that had injured his boss! He slammed Sora heavily onto the ground, then kicked off with his two thick hind legs, preparing to retreat!
"Earth elementals, please help me, bind the demon before me!" The ground beneath Mannoroth's feet began to change, and then rocks surged, and four giant stone arms stretched out, firmly grabbing the pit lord's thighs!
"Now! Aggra, coordinate with me!" Aggra transformed into a wolf spirit, quickly ran to Thrall's side, and then the two of them worked together to summon a powerful elemental spirit!
"Lightning!" A bucket-thick bolt of lightning descended from the sky, striking the pit lord's head wildly! Blue lightning crackled across his body, damaging his muscles, causing the pit lord immense pain for a time.
Varok also arrived at this time, and he fiercely swung the Axe of Cenarius upwards from the lower right side of his body, his entire body's strength erupting from his waist, the Axe of Cenarius slicing through Mannoroth's soft abdomen like cutting a cake! The iron loincloth hanging on the pit lord's stomach split in two, and then green demonic blood spurted out.
"No! I cannot fail!"
"Ah! Impossible! Lord Archimonde... I have failed!" The enormous pit lord, weighing more than ten tons, let out a painful roar, and then the violent demonic power within his body began to surge uncontrollably! Green light shot out from Mannoroth's chest, abdomen, and the wounds on his head! That terrifying light symbolized destruction and death!
"He's going to self-destruct, quick, Gandalf, get everyone out of here!" Upon hearing this, Gandalf waved his Ebony Chill, then locked onto the fourteen people in the valley! A white light flashed, and only a grief-stricken Mannoroth was left in the valley!
Boom! A violent explosion reverberated through the valley. When Gandalf and the others appeared outside the valley, a gust of wind mixed with the scent of sulfur surged out of the valley mouth, messing up Galen's hair! Less than half of the ten orcs could still stand, with Orgrim suffering the most severe injuries, a large gash torn in his abdomen by Mannoroth. Aragorn was helping him heal.
"Mannoroth is dead, and the curse that enveloped you orcs has also been lifted. Thrall, return to Draenor, continue to strike the Burning Legion, and contain their forces. If nothing unexpected happens on Azeroth's side, Archimonde will fall at Mount Hyjal. When that time comes, we can deal with Kil'jaeden, the chief culprit who harmed the orcs!" After Galen finished speaking, he glanced at Orgrim again: "Old orc, don't be so stubborn. Learn from Eitrigg. Is it that difficult to be a Lightforged orc?"
The orcs present were either Lightforged or Galen's followers. Thrall, the only one not bound by the Heart of Origin, was someone Galen had watched grow up, relying on emotional ties. Aggra looked like she would become Thrall's wife in the near future, and Galen didn't care about taking her as a follower. Only Orgrim, after being resurrected, neither chose to become a Lightforged orc nor became Galen's follower, only willing to fight for the orcs. In fact, Orgrim also knew that his strength had begun to decline, while Eitrigg, who was ten years older than him, had his body no longer affected by the passage of time after being Lightforged, and had instead returned to his peak state! However, Orgrim was once the warchief of the orcs. He was the wisest of the orcs. He vaguely felt that Lightforging was not that simple, but his former comrades Eitrigg, Grom, and Daelin had all chosen this path.
"I'll think about it… Highlord."
"It doesn't matter. Before you die of old age, you have plenty of time to consider this issue. It's just that with your current physical condition, you probably won't be able to keep up with many of the major battles in the future." Galen indifferently curled his lips. I, now have plenty of talented people under my command. One more of you doesn't make much difference, and one less of you doesn't matter either. If it weren't for the fact that you, Orgrim, are a good strategist and a good military advisor, why would I waste my breath.
"Let's go, let's see if Mannoroth left behind anything that can prove his identity, and take it up to show our night elf allies!" In the end, Galen and the others found Mannoroth, who had already collapsed into a puddle, in the valley. Gorehowl and the Oaken Great Axe were still stuck in his chest and abdomen. Sora retrieved the Oaken Great Axe left behind by his uncle, and Grom also pulled out his Gorehowl. Galen closed his eyes and allowed the Heart of Origin to collect Mannoroth's soul, lest he escape into the Twisting Nether and the Argus world-soul help him create a new body.
After the orcs left, Galen thought for a while, recalled his paladin honor guard, and had them build a simple wooden frame to carry Mannoroth's body directly to Mount Hyjal. Galen directly monopolized the orcs' achievements, after all, they were his subordinates, weren't they.
There were not many night elves in Ashenvale, only a few patrols stopped to watch this team carrying the pit lord's corpse…
"That is?" The young night elf sentry was born after the War of the Ancients and did not recognize this pit lord.
"That's… Mannoroth! King of the pit lords!"
"He was actually dealt with by humans alone!" The captain of the sentry patrol looked amazed!
"Is he strong? Captain?"
"Above demigod level… He slaughtered many of us back then!"
"Wow… These humans are so strong!"
"Yes, very strong! It seems that Tyrande and Lord Fandral both misjudged the strength of our allies!" This scene happened all the way from Ashenvale to Mount Hyjal. Galen didn't know how it was fermenting among the night elf civilians, but in the night elf army, the name of the Scarlet Crusade was known to everyone.