Garrosh has great trust in the Primordial Archangel, after all, the Primordial Archangel saved his life.
If the original god envoy really wanted to harm him, all he had to do was do nothing.
Garrosh will inevitably die in Icecrown Citadel. Now he is a Scourge general, and the 200,000 orcs will become the minions of the Scourge.
Garrosh thought carefully about Fordring's suggestion and finally nodded in agreement.
Although Icecrown Citadel is spacious, it can only accommodate 10,000 soldiers fighting at the same time. Garrosh sends 10,000 troops every day to launch a fierce attack on Icecrown Citadel.
It is not required to capture the Frozen Throne, it is only required to destroy the defenders on the first and second floors and consume the vitality of the Scourge. This is equivalent to consuming the life of the Lich King Arthas.
The first few days were relatively smooth. Facing the weak natural disaster soldiers, the orcs showed a tendency to crush them, and the losses were within an acceptable range.
But the Scourge immediately adjusted their strategy and sent elite undead vrykul to guard the first level. The orcs suffered extremely heavy losses, with thousands of orcs dying in Icecrown Citadel every day.
When the losses exceeded 30,000 orcs, Garrosh's confidence was shaken. When the total number of casualties exceeded 50,000, Garrosh became suspicious and in a bad mood.
Icecrown Citadel is like a terrifying devil's cave, constantly devouring the lives of orcs.
When Garrosh was hesitant, Tyran, an undercover agent of the Scourge, sent the message in time. After Fording got the message, he hurriedly informed Garrosh:
"Warchief, the original envoy told us that we must persevere. Lich King Arthas has very little life left. If we give up like this, all our efforts will be wasted."
Garrosh said sadly: "I have lost 50,000 orcs. They could have conquered the world and wiped out all the intelligent races in Azeroth, but they were lost in vain. Do you know? My heart hurts.
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For the victory of the orcs, Fording seriously advised:
"Warchief, the Scourge is the biggest enemy that prevents you from unifying Azeroth. The evil Arthas will never allow the orcs to save Azeroth."
Why didn't Garrosh know this truth? He gritted his teeth and said:
"Damn Arthas, okay, I understand, I want to let the Scourge know the determination of the orcs. In the face of terrible death, the orcs will never back down."
Garrosh was encouraged by the news brought by the Primordial Messenger, and he continued to persevere.
A few more days passed like this, and when the orc losses reached 70,000, Garrosh's confidence was once again shaken, he became nervous, had nightmares every day, and was undecided about the outcome of the battle.
"Why is Arthas not dead yet? I don't see any hope." Garrosh kept complaining to Fordring and had no plans to send out orc soldiers.
Coincidentally, Fording once again received the news from Tyran, and said sincerely to Garrosh:
"The original god said: The only difference between winners and losers is persistence. Warchief, you have to believe in yourself, give the orcs a chance to unify Azeroth, and give yourself a chance. Arthas is too old.
He looks like he is about to die."
Garrosh shook his head and said with a grimace:
"But I really can't see hope. All I see is the death of a large number of orc soldiers. You know, I haven't dared to sleep these days. As soon as I sleep, I can see them complaining to me."
Fording taught earnestly: "The original divine envoy said that success requires climbing a hundred steps. You have already climbed the ninety-ninth step. If you give up like this, the sacrifices of those orcs will be in vain. You must do the work of life."
Warriors, not cowards."
There is no chicken soup civilization in Azeroth yet. How could Garrosh bear this? His blood surged and he shouted loudly:
"We orcs are warriors, definitely not cowards. Don't worry, I will persevere to the end."
Garrosh once again sent out an army of 10,000 orcs every day to launch a fierce attack on Icecrown Citadel.
When the number of dead reached 100,000, the Scourge remained strong, and Garrosh's confidence completely collapsed.
At this moment, Garrosh was extremely conflicted. On one side, the orc soldiers continued to die in battle, and on the other side, he was tempted to destroy the Scourge. It tortured his heart and kept him awake all night. He found Fordring listlessly, hugged his head and cried:
"The sacrifice of a hundred thousand orc soldiers still did not exhaust the lifespan of the Lich King Arthas. It's not that I don't believe in the original angel. The Scourge Legion is extremely cunning. Maybe the angel has also been fooled. Fording, tell me quickly.
What should I do?"
Fording was also tangled in his heart at this moment, feeling that something was wrong. There were 100,000 orcs who could completely wipe out the alliance, but they died in unknown ways.
"I don't know. Tailan sent news again. He said that the original god envoy was imprisoned and could no longer spread the news. Damn it, have we really been fooled?"
In any case, Garrosh, whose confidence collapsed, refused to send troops anymore, and the two sides entered a stalemate.
After the orcs stopped attacking, the envoy quickly got the news and hurried to the coalition camp.
Seeing the extremely haggard Garrosh, the envoy was shocked, but he asked in a questioning tone:
"Garrosh, I promoted you to become the war chief of the tribe, just to let you fight against the Scourge, but what did I see? Why did I stop the attack."
Garrosh, who was extremely exhausted and had dark circles under his eyes, said feebly: "Master Envoy, we have lost one hundred thousand orcs. This is what happened..."
The divine envoy fell into thinking after hearing this. He also didn't know much about the Scourge Legion. In order to live in harmony with the original divine envoy, he couldn't say that the other party was wrong.
But a hundred thousand orcs have died in Icecrown Citadel. If the person responsible is not held accountable, how can we establish prestige and convince our subordinates?
In order to allow the war to continue and to appease Garrosh, the envoy asked coldly: "Who came up with the idea to send 10,000 orcs to attack Icecrown Citadel every day?"
Garrosh realized something and hurriedly said: "It's Fordring."
The divine envoy looked at Fording standing aside fiercely: "Tirion Fording, you are very good. I have long suspected that you are colluding with the Scourge. What else do you have to say now?"
Fording was so frightened that he lost his mind and hurriedly said: "Master God, I am unjust. I am loyal to the tribe and have betrayed countless humans. My loyalty to the tribe is a lesson to the world."
The divine envoy stared at Fording: "Huh, Fording, you can't even think about making excuses. The sacrifice of one hundred thousand orcs is in vain. This is the best evidence. Come, take off Fording's clothes and hang him on the flagpole outside.
Repent in the cold winds of Northrend."
Fording still wanted to tell the difference, but was punched in the mouth by the divine envoy. He whimpered and could not make a sound. The orc soldiers took Fording away, and the divine envoy coldly ordered:
"Garrosh, now I order you to mobilize a hundred thousand troops and attack Icecrown Citadel day and night until the Lich King Arthas is destroyed."
This was tantamount to a desperate move. Garrosh said in surprise: "But..."
"Nothing but!"
The envoy coldly interrupted Garrosh and threatened: "Garrosh, you have to remember that Thrall is still alive and he can replace you at any time."
Garrosh was stunned for a moment, and could only agree reluctantly.