Nazgrim considered himself a warrior and looked down upon Chen Stormstout's cowardice.
But he is definitely not stupid. How strong are the people controlled by the evil demon? Nazgrin has no clue, after all, there is no precedent.
Nazgrin ordered his lieutenant to lead a thousand soldiers into Yaoxiang Town. He stayed behind alone to watch the battle with Chen Stormstout. This is what a true warrior should do.
Chen Stormstout asked uneasily: "General, is what happened in Orgrimmar true?"
Nazgrin was furious: "Stop, Warchief Garrosh can destroy the Pantheon with one finger. How can a mere ogre be the opponent of the Warchief?"
Chen Stormstout muttered in a low voice: "I didn't mention the ogres."
Nazgrin clasped his hands behind his back, his face filled with indignation.
There was a cry of killing from Yaoxiang Town, which soon subsided, and then there was a faint smoke from the cooking stove, and a smell of meat wafted up.
Nazgrin laughed: "How can a mere pandaren be the opponent of the orcs? It seems that these betrayers of Azeroth have become military rations."
Chen Stormstout sniffed the smell in the air, and his expression changed drastically:
"General, I know the smell of pandaren very well, but there's something wrong with this scent."
Nazgrin was furious: "We orcs are invincible and will never fail. Put away your thoughts quickly. This is very dangerous."
Chen Stormstout lowered his head and did not dare to speak. Nazgrin was not stupid. He kept his mouth shut and his body was extremely honest. He said loudly:
"I will go back to the camp and wait for the warriors to return victoriously."
After saying that, he turned around and left at a running speed. Chen Stormstrength paused and hurriedly followed.
Five hundred mogu attacked, and the orcs fled to the sea in a hurry by boat, without even having time to bring weapons and armor. The mogu destroyed the orc fortifications and smashed everything. Most of the orc soldiers were unarmed and without any armor.
Nazgrim secretly sensed that something was wrong, and immediately sent people to pack up a large ship, led his cronies aboard, and sailed deep into the mist, leaving only a few Frostwolf clan generals behind.
The general abandoned his team and fled, while several generals of the Frostwolf clan looked at each other.
After a meal, a group of dark pandaren suddenly appeared outside the camp.
At first, the orcs didn't care and said with a smile that the pandas were bringing us food.
Several orcs approached with a smile, but were soon knocked to the ground. Hundreds of feet stepped on it, turning it into a pulp before their eyes.
The orc soldiers realized that something was wrong and rushed to fight. However, this group of pandaren infected by the evil demon were not afraid of death at all and bravely faced the orcs with their fists waving.
Courage is so strange. When the pandaren showed a spirit of not being afraid of death, the orcs became timid. A general took the lead in escaping, and the formation of the orc army collapsed instantly, and they fled backwards.
It's a pity that the orcs' camp is right on the seaside, with only the sea behind them. When they reach the sea, the orcs' dense muscles and heavy bodies sink like stones one by one.
On the other hand, the pandaren were round and fat, and could float on the sea even if they couldn't swim. When fighting in the sea, the orcs were completely at a disadvantage and fell into a one-sided massacre.
Not long after, nearly 10,000 of Nazgrim's soldiers were all killed, either becoming corpses in the sea, or becoming delicious meals for the pandaren.
The losses to the pandaren were very small, almost negligible.
Anduin was horrified and watched the whole process. The Sha only gave the pandaren anger and courage, but did not increase their strength.
But it was this courage of unity that enabled the pandaren to eliminate more orcs than themselves. In the face of this fearless courage, even the brave orcs could only flee in all directions.
Anduin felt a wave of fear. He wanted to deeply remember what he saw today in his mind. When he ascended the throne, he must avoid this kind of thing from happening and nip all possibilities in the cradle.
The orcs were completely defeated. On the sea, Nazgrin looked at the camp occupied by the pandaren, silently. Chen Stormstout shouted angrily:
"General, we rush back to Orgrimmar immediately and ask the warchief to send a hundred thousand troops to destroy these vicious bears and save Azeroth from the fire."
Nazgrim remained silent. He understood the real situation. Warchief Garrosh had nothing to do but sit on the chief's throne in Orgrimmar. There was an ogre.
The founder of the Twilight's Hammer, the two-headed ogre, Cho'gall.
The cunning Cho'gall had been plotting since before Garrosh set sail.
When Garrosh's army of 100,000 left Orgrimmar and entered the mists of Pandaria, Cho'gall immediately mobilized the Twilight Hammer, many of whom had successfully infiltrated into Orgrimmar.
Got off Orgrimmar.
Cho'gall knew he would be thwarted, and that was Guardian Medivh.
But Ko'gall is no longer what he used to be. He is no longer Gul'dan's follower. With the help of the ancient god C'Thun, he has enough confidence to fight against Medivh.
Medivh acted very rationally. He took a careful look at Korgall from a high place, especially noticing the rolling eyes on his body, and finally chose to leave.
Cho'gall thought he was very cruel and had already thought of a hundred ways to torture the orcs of Orgrimmar.
When he entered the homes of ordinary orcs and observed the lives of ordinary orcs at close range, Korgall changed his mind.
Each head of the two-headed ogre has a name, and together they are his full name. One of Kor'gall's heads is named Kor, and the other is named Gal.
He casually entered a civilian gathering place, found a house, and rushed in. A terrible stench almost knocked Kogar unconscious.
The place where the ogres live is stinky enough. These obese creatures don't know what bathing is. Their putrid stench is one of the most reliable weapons against foreign enemies.
But compared to the gathering place of orcs, it is like a fairyland on earth.
"Damn, what does this smell like?" Kou shouted.
"I think this is a trap, targeting the two of us." Gal analyzed.
Ko'gall blew out a whirlwind. The smell was not that bad, and he wormed his way into the small, dark house. There were two orcs in the house, and he managed a grin.
The skinny female orc held a child in her arms who had been dead for many days.
The male orc was probably a veteran. His injured right leg had not been treated and was rotten to the root of his thigh, which was also the main source of the stench.
"What are you eating?" Kor'gall asked.
The orc woman raised the plate, which contained some rotten leaves.
"I remember orcs eat meat." Kou said.
Garr replied: "Yes, the orcs like to fight, because only by fighting can they eat meat. Damn it, I originally planned to feed the orcs rotten meat and humiliate them like animals."
"Okay, maybe we should change our minds." Kou said weakly.
After walking through several civilian areas in succession, Korgall saw scenes of human tragedy. Most orcs were waiting to die, or were in the throes of death.
Orcs don't need to reproduce, the Caverns of Time can provide Garrosh with strong orcs at any time.
"Our plan is meaningless." Kou shouted: "Garrosh has punished these damn orcs for us, better than expected."
Gal immediately retorted:
"No, no, we should treat them well and at least ensure that they will not starve to death. After all, slaves can create more value than themselves, and the bronze dragon will not send orcs to us."