The turtle-bone sea monster quickly approached the Alliance fleet. Shrouded in a thick fog-like dark atmosphere, eleven huge skulls let out shrill screams, and the sharp black bone spurs on their backs were like dense forests.
Varian was trembling with fear, his legs were weak, and he almost knelt on the deck.
If they knew that such a terrifying monster existed, they would not dare attack Orgrimmar even if Varian was killed.
"Quick, quick, court mage, prepare the portal and return to Stormwind City."
This kind of monster cannot be defeated by human power. The best strategy is to escape back to Stormwind City. As for these soldiers, just feed them to the orcs as military rations. As long as the publicity is in place, no one will know about their existence.
Sylvanas snorted coldly: "Forget it, Varian, you think Garrosh wouldn't think of it."
A court mage whispered in Varian's ear: "Your Majesty, teleportation is prohibited."
Varian's face suddenly turned ashen, he grabbed his hair hard, and loudly ordered: "Turn the rudder, turn the bow, and run away."
However, the turtle-bone sea monster on the ship was fast, and Varian knew that there was little hope of survival.
Sylvanas raised her hand and slapped Varian on the shoulder. The force of the palm was so heavy that Varian staggered and almost fell to the deck.
"With me here, what are you afraid of?" Sylvanas said fiercely.
Nine Forsaken mages wearing Stormwind court robes walked out of the cabin and prepared a spell together.
Sylvanas explained in a low voice: "Based on the orcs' understanding of magic, they are unable to create such a sea monster. It must be the mysterious being behind Garrosh who secretly gave instructions. The mysterious person probably didn't want to expose himself, so he used
The simplest and most common necromancy spell, very technically sophisticated, but not difficult to crack."
If it was necromancy, the Forsaken mage would have no problem at all, and Varian felt relieved.
Varian has never had a good impression of Sylvanas, and even dislikes her, but now he feels like he has found a savior.
Behind the turtle-bone sea monster, Eitrigg stood at the bow of the ship, beside him was the Sunreaper mage responsible for interfering with the teleportation.
Eitrigg was full of joy and pride. With the help of the turtle bone sea monster, victory was not difficult at all. Eitrigg would cut off Varian's head with his own hands, hang it at the gate of Orgrimmar, and send the body to Warchief Garr.
Rush made a delicious meal and ate it.
The king of the storm is just food for the orcs.
Suddenly, the turtle-bone sea monster stopped moving forward. With an unpleasant squeaking sound, the eleven heads gasped in relief at the same time. The dark atmosphere gradually dissipated. The sea monster's huge body was torn apart, and its bones were eroded by dark magic.
They all sank into the sea.
The sea calmed down again, and Eitrigg hurriedly picked up the telescope and saw nine "court mages" on the deck of the flagship opposite.
"It's the court mages of Stormwind City. They cracked our secret weapon." Eitrigg was shocked.
The Sunreaver mage next to him also looked surprised and said uncertainly: "Some of the court mages in Stormwind City are not from Dalaran. They have their own inheritance."
Eitrigg was stunned for a while, then turned to look at the Sunreaper mage: "Quickly, stop the teleportation restriction here, open the teleportation gate, and target Dalaran."
"Why don't you go back to Orgrimmar?" the Sunreaver mage asked in surprise.
Eitrigg roared angrily: "Are you a fool? Will Garrosh let us go? He will definitely hang our heads at the gate of Orgrimmar. If you want to survive, you can only seek refuge in Dalaran.
Even being imprisoned in the Violet Prison is better than dying here."
The Sunreaver mage suddenly realized this and hurriedly opened the portal to Dalaran.
Orgrimmar.
Garrosh waited for the news of victory, smiled and said to the generals:
"Among you generals, I trust Eitrigg the most. He is prudent, knowledgeable, and capable. His most outstanding advantage is that he is loyal and never covets enjoyment. He devotes himself to the cause of the rise of the orcs and slaughters countless humans. No wonder he mentions
Leo Fordring called him the noblest orc."
The generals below looked at the direction of the wind and all agreed, praising Eitrigg's good deeds.
"Lord Eitrigg has a gentle temperament and treats his colleagues as harmoniously as the spring breeze."
"Yes, Lord Eitrigg is highly skilled in martial arts and extremely intelligent. He can defeat Fordring with one finger."
"Fording is just a waste of fame. Even the Lich King can't handle it. If Lord Eitrigg takes action, he can smash the Frozen Throne with one palm."
Only Nazgrin remained silent.
After a while, a scout ran into the chief's tent and panted: "Great chief, great chief..."
Garrosh smiled and said:
"Don't worry, did Eitrigg bring back Varian's head? If the battle is fierce, it doesn't matter if he doesn't bring back the whole body, although it's a pity that he didn't eat Varian."
The scout's face turned red because he was holding it back, and he said loudly: "Warchief, the turtle-bone sea monster broke into pieces for some reason. Eitrigg, he, he escaped."
"What?"
Garrosh was furious, grabbed Gorehowl, jumped in front of the scout, and cut him in half with an axe, causing blood to flow all over the ground.
"Damn Eitrigg, I have seen through him a long time ago. He is incompetent and cowardly. He only knows how to run away and never knows how to take responsibility... Eitrigg was responsible for building the turtle-bone sea monster. I understand, Yitrigg
Ge must be obsessed with his old master and is causing trouble in secret. This despicable and shameless guy, I really should have taken off his head earlier."
When the generals saw this, they also added insult to injury, accusing and cursing Eitrigg one after another.
"Don't worry, War Chief. Eitrigg is just a shameless villain, sinister, mean, and moody. We hate him from the bottom of our hearts."
"I heard that Eitrigg became a deserter in his early years, fled to Fording's Hearthglen, and betrayed his colleagues to humans."
"Etrigg and Fording are working together. If they hadn't caused trouble, the war against the Lich King wouldn't have been so difficult."
Nazgrin remained silent.
Garrosh suppressed his anger and said expressionlessly:
"We failed to destroy the Alliance at sea, so we can only seek land battles. Fortunately, our warriors are never afraid. Nazgrin, what do you think?"
Nazgrin whispered:
"The food harvest in the Kingdom of Stormwind is poor, and the military rations must be insufficient. My opinion is to hold on to the city. Orgrimmar's walls are high and the city is thick. As long as we hold on for half a month, the alliance will be defeated. Kor'kron can save his strength and use it to deal with Thrall.
Fel Orcs."
Garrosh hesitated, and Malkorok took a step forward and said:
"This plan is inappropriate. Varian is definitely not a fool. Seeing that we can't hold on, he will definitely retreat before the rations are exhausted. If we don't eliminate the effective forces of the Alliance in Orgrimmar, we will face more difficult battles in the future.
Stormwind City also has high walls and a wide moat, so many warriors need to sacrifice their lives."
Garrosh nodded after hearing this: "It makes sense. My ambition is to conquer the entire Azeroth. Thrall just suffered a defeat and the new evil orcs have not been sent yet. Don't worry about it, let alone our secret weapon."
There are more than just turtle bones and sea monsters.”
Hearing the secret weapon, Nazgrin frowned again.
Garrosh shouted: "Let Gamorr come to see me."
Gamor is a tauren who lives in the inn of Orgrimmar all year round and is a complete drunkard.
The generals didn't understand why the chief wanted to see Gamor.