Thrall sent a letter to Fording, who quickly accepted the order.
Thrall doesn't have many soldiers now, and there are only more than 3,000 orcs in the camp. If the 2,000 orcs from Icecrown Citadel can come back, it will really solve an urgent need.
After giving a specific signal, Fordring delivered Thrall's letter to the ghoul sent by Tyran.
Icecrown Citadel, Thrall's letter fell into Robbie's hands.
In the letter, Thrall first cursed the cruel Garrosh, claiming that the orcs were a kind race and never gave up on injured soldiers. It was Garrosh who had ruined the orcs' ethos.
Thrall talked about family ties again, claiming that all the orcs came from Draenor and were a dear family. Thrall swore in the name of the savior to welcome these lost family members back.
Finally, Thrall talked about the grudges between the orcs and the Scourge, saying that the Scourge was only using them, and when they lost their use value, they would be brutally killed.
At the end of this letter, Thrall seemed to have accidentally mentioned that because many male orcs died on the battlefield, there were a large number of strong female orcs in Orgrimmar who had lost their partners, were unbearably lonely, stayed up all night, and longed for majestic male orcs.
Hold them in your arms.
It must be said that this letter from Thrall, the savior, was very inflammatory. After reading it, Kel'Thuzad asked in confusion: "How should I deal with this letter?"
Robbie raised his eyebrows and said: "Of course I am sending this letter to the orcs. If they want to go back, just let them go. Our Scourge Legion does not lack this kind of combat power."
Except for the leader, who is the incarnation of Dranosh, the two thousand orcs are all subordinates of Garrosh. They were rescued by the Scourge because they were injured, and they served for the Scourge in order to survive.
Robbie knew very well that it was difficult to gain the loyalty of the orcs, and they needed to be treated with the most cruel methods, which was not what the Scourge was good at.
This letter was copied into dozens of copies and circulated among the two thousand orcs. As expected, it caused a commotion. The orcs' eyes did not look so friendly, especially the Orgrimmar female orc described in the letter, which made the orcs look at each other.
He was flushed, his breathing was heavy, and he wanted to go back to Sal immediately.
Robbie didn't bother to argue with them, and simply sent the orc army to station in the mountains behind Icecrown Citadel, nominally monitoring the movements of the Silver Crusade, but actually giving them a chance to escape.
This group of orcs did not disappoint Robbie. In just one night, two thousand orcs escaped completely and were waiting for Thrall in a small valley at the location specified in the letter.
It was still dark, the darkest moment before dawn. The orcs in the valley finally waited for the rescuers. They saw a large number of torches appearing on both sides of the valley, which were rows of fully armed orc soldiers.
The orcs raised their heads and looked towards the cliff, but did not see Thrall. The leader was a ferocious-looking troll. Wojin touched his fangs, waved his hand and said:
"Hurry up and try not to waste anything."
The orc officer on the side nodded, swung his arm downwards, and arrows rained down.
In a simple massacre, two thousand orcs were all killed, and the corpses were made into hard dried meat. After Thrall learned the news, he sneered and said to Fording beside him:
"This is the fate of betrayers. We orcs can't get rid of the sand in our eyes. The betrayers can only die."
The death of two thousand orcs made Fording feel pity. Those kind and noble orcs died like this. Fording's heart was clearly bleeding, and he said regretfully:
"It's a pity. I will save them and let their souls rest in peace."
Thrall glanced sideways at Fording and said fiercely:
"The two thousand orcs who took refuge in the Scourge have paid the price for their crimes. Now it's your turn, Fording. I heard that a few days ago, 10,000 Silver Crusaders could not endure hunger and became minions of the Scourge."
Fording was stunned for a moment and hurriedly said:
"Great savior, those are just 10,000 lowly humans. They are not qualified for mercy, so leave it to me. Now that Arthas has lost its last support, I will command the army to attack Icecrown Citadel and kill the traitors with my own hands.
Kill them all."
Thrall grinned evilly, suddenly raised his arm, and slapped Fording away.
Fording flew far away like a broken rag doll and fell heavily against the pillars of the tent.
Thrall rushed over and punched Fording in the face with one punch after another, leaving him bloody and dying.
Fording had no idea what he had done wrong. He just heard Thrall grinning and said:
"Fording, your ambition is too great, it's disgusting. Everyone knows that the Scourge Legion is finished. You can't even hope to get the honor of destroying the Scourge Legion. I will sell this honor for a good price and destroy the Lich King Al
Sars, this is a feat that many people have dreamed of. It will be remembered in history and praised by all people."
Thrall had already planned everything, and he carried Fording, who was dying, to see the divine envoy.
Glancing at the injured Fording, the envoy didn't even bother to raise his eyelids and asked: "Saar, you hit Fording again. This is not good."
Thrall smiled slightly, leaving Fording aside, and said:
"Master God Envoy, I have an idea. As we all know, it is the will of the moon god Elune to destroy the Scourge. In order to achieve this goal, we orcs have paid a lot."
The envoy glanced at Thrall in confusion and asked, "What do you want?"
Sal's expression was serious and he spoke decisively:
"Of the many races in the Alliance and the Horde, only we orcs are loyal to the moon god Elune. We orcs worked hard to fight against the Scourge, but they stood aside and watched. Now that the Scourge is about to be destroyed, I need them to show sincerity.
To show loyalty to the moon god."
The envoy's expression moved slightly, and he asked strangely: "Thall, do you want all the tribes of the Alliance to lead troops to attack Icecrown Fortress? Join forces to destroy Arthas? Are you willing to give up this honor?"
Thrall said with a loyal face: "Master God, I take my reputation very lightly and never take it to heart. If I can use this honor to test whether various tribes are loyal to the moon god Elune, I am willing to give up.
Credit for annihilating the Scourge."
The divine envoy could not figure out Thrall's purpose, but now that the destruction of the Scourge was right in front of him, if the Alliance and the tribes could gather the power of all tribes to board the Icecrown Fortress and destroy the Lich King Arthas, then Arthas
He became the public enemy of Azeroth.
Not only did it wipe out Alsace's life, but it also completely ruined his reputation.
This is exactly what the moon god Elune wants to see, and the angel will be rewarded for it.
After thinking carefully for a long time, the envoy felt that this matter was feasible and nodded with satisfaction:
"Thall, your proposal is very good. If it comes true, everyone's hands will be stained with the blood of the Scourge. No one is innocent, and they will be able to speak the same language. The evil of Arthas will be deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and they will be plunged into eternal catastrophe.
situation."
It is not difficult to do something well, but it is the most difficult to do it beautifully.
After getting the consent of the divine envoy, Thrall immediately wrote to the Alliance and Horde tribes, in the name of the moon god Elune, inviting all tribes to join forces to fight against the Icecrown Citadel and destroy the evil Arthas.
As the saying goes, if a wall falls and everyone pushes it, Thrall believes that his plan will succeed.