Garrosh was overjoyed when he heard this. At this moment, there was no need for the mysterious existence to deceive him.
Just listen to the mysterious voice and continue: "A planet full of vitality, the orcs you are familiar with, you will become their leader, lead them to grow, and establish a real Iron Tribe, and now all you need is to wait patiently, just
Don't worry, everything has been arranged. In Azeroth, you will be defeated, but no one can hurt you."
Garrosh finally breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't care about the people of Orgrimmar. It didn't matter if they all died. He was a true hero and regarded human lives as pawns.
"Thank you, great being."
Garrosh was finally able to sleep peacefully.
Late at night, near the city gate of Orgrimmar, a group of pandaren gathered together furtively.
The leader was a female panda, her face covered with black cloth, her eyes shining brightly, she whispered to her companions:
"Guys, start taking action. Garrosh wants to execute our relatives and slander them for poisoning the water source. We will never tolerate it."
One of the young pandamen whispered:
"But in order to save Azeroth, I have given the entire village to the orcs to make food. They died gloriously, died great, and died valuable. I am proud of them."
Having said this, the young panda's face clearly glowed.
The female panda grabbed the young panda by the collar and glared into his eyes:
"Are you willing to accept this honorable task? There is still one main dish missing on Garrosh's table tomorrow morning. Panda human flesh shall be torn raw. You will be firmly tied to the table and watch helplessly as Garrosh kills you.
Bit by bit, they were torn into pieces, endured unimaginable pain and torture, and died miserably."
The young panda was so frightened that his face turned pale and his legs became weak: "Help, I don't want to die, I want to live."
The female Pandaren's sharp gaze swept across everyone's faces: "Everyone here once gave your tribe members to the orcs to be eaten by the orcs, which is why you have the honor and status you have today. In the Pandaren clan, it is honorable to be eaten by the orcs.
And great, now that the greatest glory is before us, who among you is willing to be Garrosh's food?"
No one wanted to be eaten by Garrosh, and all the pandaren remained silent.
The female Pandaren glanced at the corner of her mouth, and she was most familiar with this situation: "If you don't speak, it will be acquiescence. You are very lucky. Tomorrow Garrosh will host a banquet for all generals, and you will all receive this great honor.
I will be proud of you if you are eaten by orcs with honor."
"No, no, we don't want to die!"
The pandas shed tears of pain and knelt on the ground.
The female panda held her head high and whispered: "The dove of peace does not need cowards. Those who don't want to die will follow. You just need to do things and don't need to ask questions."
Under the command of the female panda, everyone pushed out a large car covered with black cloth from the back of the house and quietly pushed it towards the city gate.
There are not many orc soldiers in Orgrimmar to begin with, and some were lost in suppressing the rebellion the day before. There are very few patrols on the streets, so they can be easily avoided.
Approaching the city gate, the female panda opened the curtain, and the pandas became invisible in groups. They sneaked up on the hungry guards and knocked them all unconscious easily.
It was quiet at night, and there was a figure sitting in the city gate, with black cloth covering his eyes, and a war blade as wide as a door panel beside him.
The blind swordsman of the orcs, one man can guard the city gates of Orgrimmar.
Seeing the blind sword master from a distance, the members of the Dove of Peace were so frightened that their legs became weak. The female panda cursed:
"A bunch of cowards."
After saying that, the female Pandaren stepped forward, took out a dagger, and stabbed the blind sword master in the throat.
A stream of blood spurted out, and the blind sword master fell softly. Everyone was stunned.
Blind sword masters need to undergo arduous training since childhood and have superb martial arts skills. Even if they don't take the secret medicine, these people together are no match for them.
This was possible because the female panda was secretly poisoned.
Nowadays, Orgrimmar is severely short of food. Just like the defenders at the gate of the city, they are so hungry that they cannot get up. Except for Warchief Garrosh, the only ones who are qualified to eat meat are a few blind sword masters.
As the main force in combat, they must maintain sufficient physical strength.
It is not easy to poison their food, so the female pandaren found another way to make the living pandaren swallow the poison, and then lured the blind sword master to eat it.
After executing the blind sword master, everyone pushed the cart to the city gate, uncovered the black cloth, and found jar after jar of strong wine in the cart.
The female panda picked up a wine jar, smashed it against the city gate, and then threw the torch in her hand.
The flames burned brightly, alerting the defenders on the city wall who were staggering with hunger. The pandas had already fled in all directions.
"Come quickly and put out the fire!"
The defenders on the city wall were in a hurry, but unfortunately they were too hungry to walk. After just a few steps, they fell to the ground from exhaustion, without even the strength to breathe.
Orgrimmar's two huge city gates burned red, the flames reaching into the sky.
The Alliance army at the door saw the opportunity and pushed the battering ram towards the city gate.
The battering ram struck the city gate, which was burning to pieces. Not long after, with a loud noise, the city gate collapsed.
The Fall of Orgrimmar.
Garrosh woke up from his sleep and learned that the main entrance had been lost. He quickly ordered the remaining soldiers to resist and fled to the dark alley under the protection of the guards.
Alliance soldiers rushed into Orgrimmar. At this moment, Varian got up from the bed.
Varian was fully dressed and saw Sylvanas leading a team of Forsaken elites, ready to go.
By Sylvanas' side, Vol'jin, Baine, Lor'themar, and Gallywix were all ready for battle.
Of course, Varian was not to be outdone. Seeing that Orgrimmar was about to fall, the leaders of the alliance's tribes also came one after another.
Malfurion and Tyrande, Emerald Bronzebeard, High Craftsman Mekkatorque, and werewolf leader Genn Greymane all approached Varian.
Varian stood in front of the leaders of the Alliance and Horde, waved his hand and said: "Let's go, tonight we will end Garrosh's evil rule."
The envoy took Thrall and walked quickly through the dark alleys of Orgrimmar.
Orgrimmar's shouts of killing continued, and Thrall heard Sylvanas's voice coming far in the night sky:
"Kill all the orcs, leaving no one behind."
"This damn woman, I knew she didn't really join the tribe." Thrall cursed in a low voice.
The divine envoy ordered as he walked: "Thall, I will create an opportunity for you to challenge Garrosh. If you can kill Garrosh, the moon god Elune is willing to give you a chance."
"What chance?"
Thrall asked hurriedly. Having already tasted the delicious taste of power, the ambitious Thrall did not want to live in seclusion.
The divine messenger whispered: "You will replace Garrosh's fate and command a large number of orcs, more than ten times more than Orgrimmar."
"I will seize this opportunity." But then Thrall became worried: "Garrosh has the help of the Dark Heart of Y'Shaarj, and I am no match for him."
The angel smiled slightly and said:
"Thall, you will be blessed by the power of the elements. You are evenly matched in this battle. Whoever has the courage will be the final winner."