The herald ran all the way, panting. He was a young orc named Phidippe. After delivering good news, he would usually be rewarded, and at least he could have a good meal.
Phedipete wiped the sweat from his forehead, and then saw a large group of orcs gathering towards him.
Life in the Great Den is very difficult and there is an extreme lack of food. Only Garrosh and the generals can feed themselves, while ordinary soldiers can only dig shells on the beach to satisfy their hunger.
In the blink of an eye, Phidippete was knocked to the ground. Before he could cry out, he was eaten up by the hungry soldiers.
Garrosh continued to play chess with Lorkhan with a smile.
Orgrimmar, the little orcs have been waiting for a long time, the sun is going down, but the warchief Garrosh has not arrived.
The little orc thought that something had happened to the messenger, so he sent seven messengers at once.
There was also no news from these seven messenger soldiers. They waited until dawn and still did not wait for the big chief to return. The little orc looked confused and felt that something had gone wrong.
Orgrimmar was currently calm for a while. The little orc thought about it and found no good solution but to send out more messengers again.
The sun sets again, but there is still no news. The big beast's den in the Trial Valley seems to be a black hole, swallowing countless messengers.
When the sun rose again, the people of Orgrimmar finally panicked. Korgall took away most of the food before leaving, and the little food left had already been eaten.
The little orc could only order the elites to appease the people. In troubled times, he should be punished severely and all those who dared to resist were killed. In the face of the terrible killing, he finally calmed everyone's emotions.
There was really no other way, so the little orc sent a team of 500 messengers, led by several elite orcs, including the little man's most trusted cronies.
For a team of five hundred people, even if something unexpected happens on the way, at least they can send back a letter, which is better than disappearing inexplicably.
Another day and night passed, and there was still no news about these five hundred orcs.
Chaos once again appeared among the people. There were rumors that Warchief Garrosh had given up on the people of Orgrimmar. The small orcs had no choice but to suppress it again, and a total of five thousand orcs were killed.
Days passed, and after the fifth day, the little orcs executed more than 20,000 people in order to maintain order. The corpses of these orcs provided food for the people.
Instinctively, the little orcs realized something and did not dare to rush to the Valley of Trials in person. However, the situation in Orgrimmar worsened day by day, and the hungry orcs continued to kill each other.
In less than half a month, only half of the orcs were left in Orgrimmar.
The little orcs used the cruelest punishments to suppress all those who resisted. The walls of Orgrimmar were covered with orc heads.
Finally, the little orc arrived, the warchief Garrosh.
Garrosh led 20,000 heavily armed elite soldiers and entered the lifeless Orgrimmar. The little orcs were overjoyed after hearing this. They had no time to hold a celebration and hurriedly welcomed him out. They knelt in front of Garrosh and cried bitterly:
"Warchief, you are finally here. The people of Orgrimmar are blessed. They have finally waited for this day."
Garrosh smiled gloomily: "I know you, what is your name?"
The little orc said flatteringly: "My name is..."
Garrosh raised his right foot and stepped on the little man's back so hard that his spine broke and the little man screamed in pain.
"Your name is insignificant, history does not need to remember you." Garrosh said with a cruel smile, and then loudly ordered: "Cut this vicious traitor into pieces and eat him."
A large group of orcs rushed over, grabbed the limbs of the small orc, and pulled him outwards with force.
The little orc made a pitiful cry and asked in confusion: "Warchief, why is this?"
Garrosh said coldly:
"Because you are all shameless betrayers. You once took refuge in that ogre, and your bodies have been tainted from the inside out. I only want the purest and most loyal orcs, not you group of incompetent people."
Traitors of Salvation, I am the great Garrosh Hellscream, and you have no right to live under my rule."
Then, Garrosh's eyes lit up and he excitedly ordered:
"Massage the city, leaving no one behind."
Although there are still 100,000 orcs in Orgrimmar, they have experienced panic and hunger, and coupled with the lack of weapons and armor, they are no match for Garrosh's men.
It was a one-sided massacre, and the people were brutally cut into pieces and made into hard dried meat.
The little man's limbs were torn apart alive, and he fell to the ground in pain, letting out a weak moan:
"I was born as an orc of Orgrimmar, and died as a ghost of Orgrimmar. I have no regrets in my life. This life is worth it."
"Hahaha!"
Garrosh laughed arrogantly: "Do you think this is the end? On the day Korgall entered Orgrimmar, you should have died instead of living in humiliation. Now, you need to accept the cruelest punishment, traitor.
It won't end well."
A dark wind blew through Orgrimmar.
It was a dark airship, painted with the logo of the Undercity, that landed in front of Orgrimmar. The Queen of Darkness, Sylvanas, led a team of necromancers off the airship.
"Warchief Garrosh, is this the gift you gave me?" Sylvanas asked with squinted eyes, feeling the countless dead souls lingering in the sky above Orgrimmar.
Garrosh nodded and said with a ferocious smile: "How are you going to treat them? Are they going to be turned into ghouls, or are they going to be ghosts wandering in the sewers of the Undercity?"
Sylvanas said expressionlessly:
"The Wraith Tower is an invention of the Forgotten. It can provide dark energy to the Undercity. However, the number of Wraith Souls required is too great and has not been completed. I feel the resentment in the dead souls, and I will send them into the Wraith Soul Tower.
Tower, suffer endless torture, forever and ever."
The little man had not yet died. When he heard the introduction of the Queen of Darkness, he was trembling with fear:
"No, you can't treat us like this. It was us who took back Orgrimmar. We have the credit. Oh my god, who will save us."
Lockhan on the side said gloomily: "Interesting, your ambition has finally been exposed. Compared with the supreme glory of the war chief, what you have done is not worth mentioning."
Garrosh crushed the little man's head with his foot and cursed: "A bitch is a bitch, and it will never change. Sylvanas, I am very satisfied with your proposal."
Dozens of necromancers gathered together and began to summon the souls of Orgrimmar, and also transported tens of thousands of orc skeletons. After everything was over, Sylvanas boarded the airship and said goodbye to Garr.
Rush said:
"Great Chief, thank you for your generosity. In return, I have some news for you."
Garrosh said indifferently: "Orgrimmar will soon be prosperous again, and the bronze dragon will bring me new loyal orcs. I hope what you bring is good news."
Sylvanas smiled and said: "Thall is here, leading tens of thousands of orcs to land at Bilgewater Port, and the capricious Gallywix betrayed him."
"Damn, when did this happen?" Garrosh was shocked.
Sylvanas chuckled and said, "It's been many days ago. Counting the time, Thrall's army has almost reached the back door of Orgrimmar."
Garrosh felt dizzy and regretted that he should not execute the people of Orgrimmar.