As the general, Dranoche fell down without a word. What was even more strange was that the soldiers who first rushed over fell into inexplicable weakness.
This brought great shock to the orc soldiers, who all let out a sound of surprise, and most of the soldiers wisely stopped.
Orcs are brave, but by no means reckless. When the life or death of their general is unknown, the smart soldiers choose to wait and see.
"Dranosh is so vulnerable."
Sal was stunned, but at the same time he realized that this was an excellent opportunity.
As long as Thrall takes the initiative to stand up and raise his arms, he can take Dranosh's 20,000 soldiers under his command and control the main army of the orcs.
Sal looked serious and was about to start taking action when suddenly a cold wind blew and a familiar breath came.
A huge shadow floated in the air, it was the Dread Lord Varimathras. This demon with curved magic horns laughed wildly and loudly:
"The orcs who claimed to be brave turned out to be just a group of cowards. Dranosh, you let me down so much. I thought this was a fun game, but you turned out to be so vulnerable. Come on, orcs
Soldiers, the mistakes made by the Lord will be borne by you."
Dozens of catapults filled with plague appeared on the cliff, and the Royal Apothecary Guild in the Undercity commanded the Forsaken soldiers to throw barrels of plague into the tribe's camp.
"Impossible, why is the Royal Apothecary Society here?"
Luo Ning looked up, feeling confused.
Dranosh built a sentry on the cliff and sent a large number of scouts to roam around. How could he let such a huge team approach without any warning?
Luo Ning suddenly remembered the source of magic power he had detected before, and suddenly realized that it was not owned by the Scourge Legion, but the source of evil energy from the Burning Legion.
The Legion used fel power to teleport the Royal Apothecaries nearby.
Buckets of green plague fell from the sky, and countless orcs fell into the plague.
The orc soldiers fled in all directions and became a mess. Ronin looked around and saw a golden light shining on Duke Bolvar's armor, blocking the invasion of the plague.
The Duke remained calm and looked around for the target with his sword in hand. When he saw King Varian with Thrall and other tribal leaders, he shook his head in disappointment.
The mages of Dalaran opened the magic shield to protect everyone. The Duke frowned and had no choice but to give up.
"Who is the Duke's target? Thrall, or?"
Ronin looked at the uneasy King Varian.
"Quick, quick, retreat, get out of here." Thrall yelled anxiously.
Ronin opened the portal to Dalaran, and Thrall entered the portal first, followed closely by Eitrigg and other orc generals.
"Save me, don't abandon me, I don't want to die!"
Varian turned pale with fear and hurriedly rushed towards the portal, but was pushed aside by the powerful orc generals and stumbled to the ground.
Varian hugged a thick orc thigh tightly and refused to let go. He was dragged into the portal and successfully rescued.
Only Vol'jin was not in a hurry, and the Dalaran mage's shield could still last for a while.
Vol'jin was thinking about one thing. The Burning Legion and the orcs were as close as one family. Why would Varimathras take action against the orcs?
Varimathras targeted Dranosh by name, seemingly out of personal revenge.
Vol'jin recalled some rumors. It was said that both Varimathras and Dranosh had a crush on Agna, the most beautiful orc beauty. Agna had both sides, and seemed to use Varimathras as a backup.
It’s interesting!
After Wo'jin figured out the reason, he couldn't help but find it a little funny.
Is this the curse of beauty?
He caught a glimpse of Dranoche who was lying on the ground. Although he couldn't move, his chest was still rising slightly.
Dranosh was quite lucky. The place where he fell was within the magic shield and was not affected by the plague.
Vol'jin rolled his eyes, stepped forward, grabbed Dranosh's right foot, and dragged him into the portal.
The death of 20,000 Dranosh soldiers symbolized the failure of the Alliance and Horde's joint war against Northrend.
Varimathras took the opportunity to occupy the Undercity, and Sylvanas led a few of her followers to flee to Orgrimmar.
Of course, the people of Azeroth were unaware of this failure.
Under the compilation of Big Candle Garg and others, it was portrayed as a glorious victory. Thrall, the savior, smashed the Gate of Scourge with one punch and saved Azeroth again.
Lord Bolvar was described as a heinous scum, and was said to have been beaten to the point of terror by the brave King Varian.
The people of Stormwind Kingdom were filled with indignation, and the streets were filled with abuses against Duke Bolvar.
Faced with the failure of the two young generals Garrosh and Dranosh, Thrall got angry with good reason and yelled that Garrosh was a coward and Dranosh was incompetent.
Vol'jin knew why Thrall was angry.
The defeat of Garrosh and Dranosh is a happy event worth celebrating for Thrall.
But Varimathras suddenly attacked the orcs, which made Thrall confused. If they lose the support of the Burning Legion, where will the orcs go?
Vol'jin knew that his opportunity had come and advised Thrall:
"Great Savior, look who I brought here?"
Seeing the tightly tied and listless Dranosh, Thrall said angrily: "Wo'jin, are you deliberately going against me? Why did you save this loser?"
Wojin lowered his voice and said mysteriously:
"I heard that King Saurfang has very little savings left. The Saurfang family is finished and no longer has the ability to compete for the position of chief. But Dranosh is very useful to us. With him, we can regain
The support of the Burning Legion."
Thrall's eyes lit up, and Wo'jin came over and whispered in Thrall's ear:
"As long as we torture Dranosh in the most cruel way, we can gain the favor of Varimathras. King Saurfang, hehe, is just a waste. Don't worry about his feelings."
Sal smiled sadly: "Very good, this is exactly what I want."
When he learned that 20,000 soldiers were killed at the Wrath Gate, King Saurfang was shocked and hurried to Dalaran.
Outside Thrall's room, King Saurfang heard his beloved son's louder screams.
Saurfang stood at the door for a long time, with darkness in front of him. He almost fainted. Touching his gray beard, King Saurfang realized that he was old.
"Fortunately, I have more than a hundred sons."
Saurfang comforted himself like this and turned to leave.
From then on, King Saurfang gave up the idea of competing with Thrall for the chieftainship.
For thirty days, there was constant torture day and night.
Dranosh's tall body was only less than thirty pounds in the end, and he still had his last breath left.
Thrall put Dranosh's remains into a jar and sent it to the Undercity, where it was handed over to Varimathras.
Varimathras was very satisfied with Thrall's performance. He personally extracted Dranosh's soul and sealed it in the soul stone. As his trophy, he burned it with black flames day and night.
"The Undercity belongs to the Horde."
Varimathras said to the messenger:
"I can return the Undercity to the tribe, but I only need a few small conditions, a hundred thousand delicious souls."