Originally, Garrosh gathered an army of 200,000 orcs, an unprecedented orc army. Although there are only 100,000 left now, it is still an extremely large army.
With an order, an army of 100,000 orcs marched toward Icecrown Citadel.
At a glance, outside Icecrown Fortress, there are green-skinned orcs all over the mountains and plains, and only this ominous green color remains on the snow-covered land.
As the vanguard, 10,000 orcs rushed into the first level. Facing the powerful undead vrykul, Garrosh adopted a strategy of adding fuel to the fire.
Whenever an orc soldier dies in battle, the same number of soldiers will be replenished.
Under this terrifying and cruel tactic, the elite undead vrykul were quickly wiped out after paying a heavy price.
The orcs rushed to the second floor and saw "Arthas" standing on the high platform at the door, coldly saying to Garrosh:
"Stupid orc, you finally learned to be smart, but unfortunately it's too late. Retreat in front of the elite main force of the Scourge. If you are willing to withdraw to Orgrimmar, maybe we can still maintain peace, and the Scourge can promise not to take the initiative.
attack."
The nature of the orcs is that the more their opponents give in, the more they push for the next step. Originally, they were still distressed about the loss of a large number of soldiers. But when they heard that Arthas seemed to mean peace, the smart-ass Garrosh immediately understood what was going on, and grinned and said with a sneer:
"Alsace, do the invincible Scourge also long for peace? Compared with the last time we met, you seem to have changed. I feel that you are much weaker than last time."
The cunning Garrosh originally intended to test, but to his surprise, Arthas acquiesced. He instinctively took a few steps back and shouted loudly:
"Orc, you will pay the price for your arrogance. No one can defeat the invincible Scourge."
In Garrosh's surprised gaze, a large number of undead Vrykul rushed out.
Arthas indeed hid his strength, but at this moment Garrosh's confidence increased greatly, and he understood that Arthas could not survive for long, so he ordered the orc army to attack again.
Still adopting the fueling tactic, which was taboo for military strategists but was the best at the moment, Garrosh continued to attack regardless of the large number of orc sacrifices.
The bloody battle on the second level was extremely cruel. Thousands of undead vrykul were quickly wiped out. Garrosh clearly noticed that Arthas, who was supervising the battle, was struggling a lot, but he still wielded Frostmourne, and thousands more undead vrykul were killed.
The Ku people rushed out.
At this moment, "Arthas"'s strength was obviously weakened, and his hair exposed through the gaps in his armor was like dry grass. Garrosh immediately saw hope and felt happy.
"Alsace, your end has come."
It was another extremely brutal bloody battle. The second floor of Icecrown Citadel was covered with a thick layer of flesh and blood, and mutilated corpses were everywhere.
A thousand undead Vrykul were killed again, Arthas said with difficulty:
"Okay, Garrosh, I feel the bravery of the orcs. If you have any requests, just ask them. As long as they are not too excessive, the Scourge will be willing to satisfy you."
Although the orcs suffered heavy casualties, Garrosh was in a good mood at this moment and coldly mocked: "Did I hear wrongly? Lich King Arthas, are you surrendering to me? And I will ruthlessly reject you,
All I want is your death, Azeroth belongs to the orcs."
"You will regret it, stupid orc. You will face the extremely terrifying Scourge Warriors. I will let you know how merciful and childish the battle just was."
"Alsace" dropped a harsh word and climbed up to the third floor alone.
Garrushna was willing to give up and command the orc army to pursue them.
After ascending to the third floor, Garrosh was horrified. He saw that the third floor was filled with demons from the Burning Legion, including the tall Dread Guards, the Doom Guards with huge wings, and the Abyss Lords as huge as hills.
It's like facing the Burning Legion.
Fortunately, these legion demons are different from the real Burning Legion. Their bodies are not complete. Many places have been repaired and most of them are pieced together.
The demon's eyes were empty and his expression was numb, not as ferocious as the Burning Legion.
"Alsace" stood on the high platform and said condescendingly:
"Stupid orcs, before they fell into aging, the Scourge destroyed countless Burning Legion soldiers and used their remains to create undead. Yes, they are failed products, and their strength is less than one-tenth of what they were in life.
It was originally sealed deep underground. But how many orc sacrifices are you willing to make? Why not just let it go, lest you hurt your roots and regret it later."
It seems that "Alsace" has really fallen into a desperate situation, and even the defeated undead demons have come out to fight.
Looking at the dense crowd of undead demons, Garrosh's scalp was numb. Although the god's envoy gave the order to die, Garrosh still had a way to refuse, not wanting to sacrifice too many soldiers.
As soon as he heard "Arthas"'s request for peace, the orcs' old habits recurred. Garrosh was proud and said with a ferocious smile:
"Even the failed creations have been sent out. These must be your last soldiers. I'm sorry, Lich King Arthas, you can't stop the orcs from conquering the world. You tirelessly pursue peace. I still want to say no, natural disaster.
The end of the Legion has come."
"Arthas" said fiercely: "You will regret it, Garrosh, there are tens of thousands of undead demons here."
Garrosh waved his hand, and the orcs roared and rushed forward, fighting with the undead demons. The undead demons were obviously not as strong as the vrykul, but they were on par with the orcs. The victory was due to their large numbers, and the battle loss ratio between the two sides remained at the same level.
Compare one.
Undead demons were constantly being killed, and orc soldiers were constantly being sacrificed. Garrosh almost fell into madness. He no longer spared the lives of his soldiers, and did not hesitate to replenish the sacrificed orcs. It seemed that he was facing only cold numbers.
"Alsace" seemed to be crazy. He even stepped down from the high platform and personally led the army to charge. The battle soon became intense, with corpses piling up like mountains.
Garrosh felt like a gambler, betting on when the Scourge would collapse. In the end, the final winner belonged to Garrosh, and all the undead demons on the third level were killed.
"Arthas" fled to the Frozen Throne alone. Garrosh laughed loudly in victory, but he stopped laughing immediately.
After each battle, the number of orc soldiers was less than 10,000.
In this terrible war, a total of 190,000 orcs died in Icecrown Citadel.
Fortunately, Garrosh was the final winner. Under the protection of a large number of orc soldiers, Garrosh ascended the Frozen Throne.
The Frozen Throne is in the open air, the wind is freezing, the temperature is extremely low, the smooth round ice surface, and below is the pitch-black abyss.
Dozens of orcs accidentally slipped and fell into the abyss howling.
"Alsace" was sitting alone on the Frozen Throne, holding the famous Frostmourne in his hands, and seemed to be muttering to himself:
"The road to becoming a king is like walking on thin ice. It is destined to be full of hardships. Have you seen this abyss? If you are not careful, you will fall. It always reminds me and I dare not slack off. Below this abyss is a strange world. Some people call it