The position of chief is never a gift, nor will it fall from the sky. It needs to be fought for and fought for with one's life.
Sylvanas' actions can be described as resolute. First, she ordered the leader of the blood elves, Lor'themar Theron, to come to the Undercity.
This was a secret meeting, after all, Lor'themar Theron also wanted to save face.
With the continuous war in the world of Azeroth, the Forsaken have risen rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, but the blood elves have never improved.
This is because the blood elves have never truly overcome their addiction to magic, and Lor'themar Theron even suspects that becoming a Forsaken is the only way to get rid of his addiction.
Silvermoon City and the Undercity are too close, and both sides watch and help each other. At the same time, the blood elves are threatened by the Forsaken, and Lor'themar Theron obeys Sylvanas's words.
The two sides quickly reached an agreement, and now, except for the orcs, everyone in the tribe has reached support for Vol'jin.
There seems to be only one thing left, to overthrow the current Warchief Garrosh's rule.
After the female orc Jaina was rescued by Kalecgos, the chaplain accompanying the army healed Varian's injuries.
The Alliance fleet was trapped at sea for many days, and it was not until fresh water and food were almost exhausted that they were freed.
The stubborn Varian was very unconvinced and insisted on having his own way, commanding the fleet to move forward, with the goal of Orgrimmar.
At this moment, a mighty Forsaken fleet appeared on the sea, blocking Varian's path.
Sylvanas did not attack, but invited Varian to come and talk.
The Forgotten fleet was massive, with more ships than the Alliance fleet. Seeing that there was no hope of victory, Varian could only bite the bullet and board the Forgotten flagship.
Sylvanas looked calm and asked, "How many soldiers are there in the Kingdom of Stormwind?"
This is by no means a time to show weakness, Varian said confidently: "There are only 30,000 soldiers here as the vanguard, and Stormwind City's 100,000 main troops are ready to support at any time."
"Really? But I saw a lot of female soldiers in your team." Sylvanas smiled strangely.
Varian's face turned very ugly.
In the continent of Azeroth, there is a similarity between humans and orcs, that is, war is far away from women.
This is different from the elves. Whether it is the night elves in the forest, the high elves living near the sunwell, or the children of the night in Suramar, the status of elven women is very high. After hundreds of years of war skills,
The strength of elf women is not inferior to that of men.
But as short-lived humans and orcs, if a certain proportion of female soldiers appear in the military camp, their combat effectiveness will plummet. Everyone knows the reason.
The large number of female human soldiers was Varian's helpless move, and Sylvanas pointed it out.
Sylvanas said reluctantly: "Stormwind City has a poor harvest this year. If the war drags on, your soldiers will have no choice but to eat dirt. The only way is to fight quickly."
Varian's eyes were wandering, and he didn't know the current situation. If it weren't for the charm of the female orc Jaina, Varian would not have gotten into this muddy water.
"Maybe I can help you."
Sylvanas said sincerely: "Forsaken soldiers put on Alliance uniforms and blended into your army. In order to prevent Garrosh from noticing, we mainly provide remote support."
Most of the Forsaken's archers were high elves from Silvermoon City, so their archery skills were certainly not great.
Varian looked surprised. Why did the Forsaken use the banner of the Alliance to defeat the orcs?
Sylvanas explained calmly: "I have two purposes for doing this. First, to make Garrosh paralyzed, so that we can win by surprise. Second, for some reasons that I don't want to explain, the Forsaken
You cannot quarrel with the orcs in public, Varian, this is not a request, but a coercion."
Varian couldn't figure out Sylvanas's intentions, but now that the Forsaken were stronger, Varian could only compromise.
Sylvanas gave an order, and the Forsaken fleet hoisted the flag of the Alliance and provided supplies to Varian's fleet.
The two armies mixed together and headed towards Orgrimmar in a mighty manner.
It is said that Garrosh waited for many days, but the Alliance army did not arrive.
Fortunately, the Vale of Eternal Blossoms won a great victory, and Thrall fell into a trap. Although it was a pity that Thrall was not killed, Thrall's evil orcs no longer pose a threat.
On this day, a scout finally reported that the Alliance fleet was approaching Orgrimmar, but the number of ships was more than expected.
"Preliminary estimates indicate that the Alliance has five hundred ships and more than seventy thousand soldiers." The scout said cautiously, not daring to look at Garrosh's face.
Garrosh on the throne snorted coldly: "No wonder the Alliance fleet has not shown up for many days. It turns out that it is waiting for follow-up reinforcements. Everyone, what do you think?"
Eitrigg said smartly: "Warchief, the Alliance is just a bunch of chickens and dogs. Give me three thousand soldiers and twenty ships, and I will take off Varian's head."
"Stupid, this is not the time to talk big."
General Nazgrim glared at Eitrigg. He had long been tired of the flattering Eitrigg.
"Warchief, the strength of the orcs lies in field battles. I request to lead the army to fight against the Alliance in Durotar."
Garrosh stepped off the throne with a mysterious smile on his lips:
"Varian brought me a surprise, Eitrigg. I will give you three thousand soldiers and twenty ships."
Eitrigg looked at Nazgrim provocatively, triumphantly.
"Thank you, War Chief, for your trust."
Nazgrim was puzzled and heard Garrosh whisper:
"It's time to activate the secret weapon."
What is the secret weapon? Nazgrin was confused. Looking at Eitrigg's expression, it was obvious that he already knew the truth.
Nazgrin felt desolate in his heart. He had made countless military exploits throughout his life as a soldier. Unfortunately, in the heart of the war chief, he was still not as good as a villain who was good at flattering horses in the wind.
The calm sea suddenly became rough and turbid, and the Alliance and Forgotten fleets were violently tossed in the waves.
"What happened?"
Varian and Sylvanas appeared on the deck, raising their binoculars almost simultaneously.
Right in front of the fleet, a terrifying giant beast shrouded in a dark aura floated in the sea, as big as three Orgrimmars.
"What is this?" Varian felt his scalp numb.
Sylvanas gave Varian a strange look: "There are twelve ancient turtles in Pandaria, eleven of which were eaten by the orcs. Garrosh used their bones to create a monster. I heard that the military intelligence
Section 7 is the best espionage organization in Azeroth, and you don’t even know that?”
Varian scratched his head in embarrassment and glared at the MI7 agent beside him.
The agent said aggrievedly: "Your Majesty the King, we have reported this to you."
"Impossible, you are obviously lying, why don't I remember." Varian roared.
The agent blinked and whispered: "Not long ago, in the villa of your favorite female Tauren, my colleagues personally handed over the investigation information to you. For this information, we sacrificed seventeen colleagues
, all are the best agents."
Varian recalled this incident in a daze. Unfortunately, that cute little cow had a hobby and liked to eat paper. In order to please her, Varian didn't even read this important information in exchange for human life, and fed it directly to the little cow.