What Amado did was a betrayal of the head of state, Margok.
Neither Khadgar nor Chen Stormstout could figure out what Amado's true purpose was.
Just as the saying goes, when soldiers come to stop them, Chen Stormstout began to mobilize his troops and generals. Only then did he realize that Orgrimmar actually had no generals available.
There was no other way but to use some prestigious clan chiefs. The wild boar high priest Calgar Thornrib, the centaur warlord Cromza, and the tauren chief Rom were all reused.
Hellscream led the team into Azshara's Bilgewater Port first. That night, the light-forged tauren of the tauren chief Rom arrived and attacked under the cover of night. The tauren warriors fought bravely, but the light-forged orcs were tired all the way and have not yet recovered.
Soon he was at a disadvantage.
Grom Hellscream stood on the city wall, looking at the unstoppable tall tauren in the crowd, and asked in surprise:
"Who is this minotaur?"
The orc scout replied: "I heard that he is the adopted son of Magatha Horrible Totem, named Rom. Wild Totem."
Hellscream sneered: "The tauren are just food. I didn't expect to work so hard. Let me know him for a while."
Hell Roar jumped off the city wall, took a deep breath, let out a loud roar, and slammed the blood roar in his hand towards the ground, raising a golden light, and the straight holy light killed countless orcs and bull heads.
The tauren chief Rom held the rune spear and steadily blocked the holy light.
"Who did I think it was? It turned out to be Thrall's dog, Grom Hellscream." Rom sneered.
Rom is tall and has a ferocious face, with two fangs sticking out. He does not look like a simple and honest tauren, but has the appearance of an orc.
Hellscream was furious and rushed over with Blood Roar. The Blood Roar brought out bursts of golden light. Rom responded calmly and was evenly matched, not losing at all.
The two sides fought fiercely for most of the night, and each side withdrew its troops. The angry hell roared all night, and then rested early the next morning.
No one knew that there was an extra note in his hand.
In the subsequent battles, Hellscream and Rohm maintained a tacit understanding. On the battlefield, you came and went. Hellscream killed countless enemies, and Rohm killed them in rivers of blood. Both sides made great achievements, but the battle situation fell into a stalemate, and no one could do anything.
Take one step forward.
The centaur warlord Cromza led his army to block Kilrogg's fleet in the waters of Durotar. Neither the centaurs nor the orcs were good at naval battles. The losses on both sides were not great, and Kilrogg's fleet failed to land.
, temporarily stationed on a nearby island.
In contrast, the wild boar Calgar Thornribs was much more serious. He entered the northern castle first and strengthened the city's defenses. Blackhand led his army to attack several times, but they were all repelled.
Tauren Chief Rom receives good news about killing enemies every day. Warlord Cromza focuses on patrolling along the coast to prevent Kilrogg's fleet from raiding. Calgar Thornrib has already defended the northern castle.
Chen Stormstout finally breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that the position of Warchief was not difficult to fill.
Neither side was able to break the stalemate, and Chen Stormstout gradually relaxed and focused on inspecting the progress of the palace every day.
The bright sunshine shines on the ruins of Theramore. Since the arrival of the Gate of Holy Light, the gloomy ghost realm shrouded here has disappeared.
There is a team stationed near the Gate of Holy Light to firmly guard the portal. There are many mages in the camp who regularly maintain the Gate of Holy Light.
A centaur scout ate an apple for breakfast and then walked toward his accustomed patrol route.
It was still early in the day and the lighthouse had not yet been extinguished. The centaur scout walked into a bush on the beach, hoping to find some fresh fruits.
The situation in Orgrimmar is changing, and the chief's position has been changing continuously. The new chief seems to have forgotten about Theramore, and supplies are intermittent. If this continues, they will have no choice but to eat grass.
The sun rises, dawn has arrived, and the ocean and pier are enveloped in a golden light.
The centaur scout was lucky enough to find a piece of red fruit. Although it was bitter and hard to swallow, it was not poisonous and could fill his stomach.
At this moment, he saw three wild boar men, with gray heads and tired faces. One of them was carrying the body of a fish man on his back.
The wild boars like to move in groups at night. Without supplies, everyone has to fend for themselves, and the nearby murlocs are almost eaten up.
The three wild boar men were not satisfied with the harvest, and set their sights on the bushes full of red fruits. The centaur scout weighed for a long time and planned to give up.
Suddenly, the roar of the wind came, and a large ship appeared on the distant sea, followed by a second ship, a third ship... and a huge fleet appeared between the sky and the sea.
"Enemy attack."
The centaur scout let out a piercing scream and ate a few mouthfuls of the red fruit as quickly as possible, before escaping in a hurry before he could swallow it.
He did not rush back to the camp. There were too many enemies attacking on the sea. Although the elites of the three tribes were stationed in the camp, they were all busy working for a living and no one was willing to fight.
Zhu Taran stood on the bow of the ship, looking at the towering Gate of Holy Light in the ruins of Theramore. The Lightforged Orcs' attack was just a cover, and Amado's real target was this Gate of Holy Light.
This time, the number of pandaren led by Zhu Taran exceeded 10,000. A piercing siren sounded in Theramore's camp, but no one came out to fight.
Pandaren rushed over like a tide, and the enemies fled in all directions. Zhu Taran successfully captured the Gate of Light.
The pandaren built camps and fortifications around the Gate of Light. Zhu Taran knew that the real battle had just begun.
"Why not destroy the Gate of Holy Light?" asked a close aide.
Zhu Taran narrowed his eyes slightly: "The Gate of Holy Light is the gateway to Azeroth. Destroying it is meaningless. Draenor can build a new one at any time. Our purpose is to block this portal."
"How to block the Gate of Holy Light?" The confidant was puzzled. Zhu Taran smiled and said nothing. Behind him, Sylvanas, who was wearing a collar, was respectful.
"What, Taran Zhu occupied Theramore?"
Chen Stormstout jumped in shock. This plan was not a clever one. It could have been predicted with a little effort.
But after becoming the warchief, he was entangled in too many trivial matters, especially the construction of Orgrimmar's luxurious palace, which consumed most of his energy.
"Seizing the Gate of Holy Light is to cut off the escape route for the residents of the world of Draenor. Whether it is Durotan or the head of state Mal'gok, they can only mutate little by little under the erosion of the Holy Light. Facing the unknown
In the future, Amador will be able to break away from the control of Highmaul, dominate Azeroth, and take over all power."
Chen Stormstout grabbed his hair hard and quickly came to a conclusion, but at the same time he realized that if he successfully sealed the Gate of Holy Light, then he would be the king of Kalimdor and have the opportunity to compete with Amado for Ai
The position of Overlord of Xerath.
Thinking about it this way, it might not be a bad thing for Zhu Taran to occupy Theramore.
But Khadgar held a different opinion and retorted mercilessly:
"Are you a fool? Without the support of Highmaul, can you defeat the Holy Dragon Legion? Amador has at least a hundred Holy Dragons, how can you fight him."
Chen Stormstout finally woke up from his dream and mobilized his army to march towards Theramore.