The armor "Alsace" wore was obviously extraordinary, and perhaps only Blood Roar could cut through it.
Even gods can only be slaughtered by others when they are tired.
Facing the exhausted "Lich King Arthas", Garrosh's confidence greatly increased, he mustered up the courage to step forward, and said sinisterly:
"Arthas, today we will have a one-on-one duel according to the rules of the orcs. I, Garrosh Hellscream, will bet on the honor of the orcs and have a life-or-death duel with you. Come on, let us be fair.
A fight to the death."
The orc soldiers dispersed after receiving the order. The tired Tailan almost sat on the ground. He managed to stand up only with the support of perseverance, but his face remained unchanged and he made a majestic voice:
"A tiny orc is trying to challenge the Lich King. You will remember today's lesson and pay the price for your arrogance, idiot."
Garrosh was startled. Could it be that Arthas had a back-up plan?
Turning his eyes, Garrosh saw sweat flowing out of the gaps in "Alsace's" armor. He quickly understood and sneered:
"Arthas, you're done. You're bluffing here and don't even think about scaring the brave orcs. Today's duel will be written in the annals of history. I, Garrosh. Hellscream, destroyed the Scourge alone. The Lich King fell to me.
At your feet, I am the savior of Azeroth."
Garrosh grasped the battle ax with both hands, jumped up high, and slashed at "Alsace" viciously.
"Alsace" seemed to be raising Frostmourne to resist, but just half an inch later, he failed due to weakness.
Garrosh was so proud that he aimed at "Arthas"'s neck and was about to kill him before he saw it.
At this moment, a black halo enveloped "Arthas". As soon as Gorehowl came into contact with this halo, it immediately let out a piercing roar and escaped Garrosh's control.
Garrosh only felt dizzy. He saw six strong transparent gronns grabbing his limbs and head respectively, pulling them outwards with force, as if they were going to tear him apart.
The blood roar floated in the air, filled with an ominous aura. Garrosh endured the pain of tearing his whole body and kept screaming.
"Alsace" made a majestic voice and said slightly proudly:
"Garrosh, I have been waiting for this opportunity. What awaits you will be a miserable fate. This is all thanks to Thrall, who told me the secret of Gorehowl."
Garrosh had no idea what was going on. He just knew that Gorehowl had betrayed him. All of this was due to Baizar, and he hurriedly begged:
"Great Lich King Arthas, please spare your life. The Scourge and the orcs will always be good friends. Let us work together to create a beautiful Azeroth."
"Alsace" made a mocking voice: "Is your dignity so vulnerable? It's a pity that I have to reject you and fall apart in pain. I promise to resurrect you and you will become my most powerful general.
Your subordinates will also serve the Scourge."
The orc soldiers around him were at a loss, and Garrosh was caught in this situation, wondering whether he should surrender to the Scourge or die bravely in Icecrown Citadel.
Just when Garrosh was about to be torn apart, a mirror suddenly appeared on the wall, and the orc-like original god envoy shouted eagerly:
"Use blood quickly. A large amount of orc blood can seal the backlash of Gorehowl."
The orc soldiers stared with big eyes. The original god hurriedly cast spells, and invisible threads rolled towards the remaining orc soldiers. In an instant, the heads of most of the orc soldiers present fell off, and a large amount of blood spurted onto Garru.
On whatever body.
Garrosh suddenly felt relieved, and Gorehowl stopped roaring and returned to Garrosh's hands.
"Alsace" turned around and glared at the original divine envoy:
"I didn't expect you to have such power. It seems that I have to strengthen the strength of the cell, and I will torture you severely. Kel'Thuzad, come out to me quickly. Your prisoner has escaped."
Garrosh, who had escaped the backlash of Gorehowl, knew that it was not advisable to stay here for long, and hurriedly ordered the remaining orc soldiers: "Your warchief needs cover, for the sake of Azeroth."
The remaining hundreds of orc soldiers rushed towards Alsace and surrounded him.
Garrosh ran for his life as quickly as possible, and the voice of the original angel came from behind:
"Garrosh, don't give up. We must unite. You must remember that Alsace is a natural disaster, and a natural disaster is Alsace. The death of every natural disaster soldier consumes Alsace's life."
Ten thousand elite orcs came in force, and only Garrosh escaped in the end.
Garrosh fled back to the camp in embarrassment. Although he still had 190,000 troops, the defeat at this moment made him particularly unwilling and hated Thrall.
Fording hurriedly greeted him and was surprised when he saw Garrosh alone. He asked in surprise: "Is the Scourge so powerful?"
Garrosh was covered in blood and said viciously:
"The Scourge Legion is stronger than expected, but it is also very limited. I have surrounded Alsace and want to kill him. It's all because of Thrall, this damn bastard. He actually betrayed me."
Garrosh described the battle that took place in Icecrown Citadel in detail. Fording thought seriously for a while and whispered: "Warchief, this is probably a trick of the Scourge. I guess the Scourge still has strength left.
They're just trying to lure you into a trap."
The cunning Garrosh had already thought of this, otherwise the Scourge would have only Arthas left, and Garrosh would immediately send his troops to attack Icecrown Citadel.
Although Garrosh didn't want to take risks, he could send others to die. Garrosh looked at Fording sinisterly:
"Tirion Fordring, you are the leader of the Silver Crusade. I order you to launch an attack on Icecrown Citadel. I hope your Ashbringer can kill Arthas."
Fording had no choice but to gather five thousand soldiers and rush to the Ice Coffin Fortress.
On the first level of Icecrown Citadel, Fording saw a large group of ghouls and cave demons. They were so numerous and overwhelming that it was as if Garrosh had never led his army here.
Five thousand soldiers went through a fierce battle, with both weapons damaging each other. Fording was unable to destroy these undead, so he had no choice but to retreat.
Returning to the coalition camp, Fording said worriedly: "My scouts successfully rushed to the second floor, saying that there are a large number of death knights and abominations on the second floor."
Garrosh frowned after hearing this:
"You mean, I paid 10,000 elite orcs to kill all the natural disaster soldiers, and all of them were resurrected? Damn it, if this is the case, when will the natural disaster army be wiped out?"
Fording thought for a long time: "Warchief, maybe what the original angel said is true. The death of every natural disaster soldier is consuming Arthas' life."
Garrosh murmured and repeated: "Alsace is the natural disaster, and the natural disaster is Alsace. Alsace also said similar things. Fording, do you have any suggestions?"
Fording said solemnly: "I suggest that we continue to send soldiers to attack Icecrown Fortress to consume the effective strength of the Scourge Legion. Arthas will not be able to survive for long."