Robbie's current identity is Alessel Sunwatcher, a rich blood elf who provides a quarter of the tribe's military expenses.
It is very inappropriate to meet General Trollbane with this identity, and Robbie does not suggest that Alethel be charged with colluding with the Alliance.
When Danath Trollbane discovered that he was a blood elf, he became wary. When he felt the power of fire from Krasus, he became even more wary.
Robbie got straight to the point: "Nazgrel wants to exchange the souls of thirty-five thousand adventurers for the glory of capturing three outposts. If the Alliance wants to stop it, I am willing to help."
Trollbane was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and then a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Why should I stop it?"
Then Trollbane realized something was wrong.
As the commander of the Alliance's Outland Expeditionary Force, Trollbane knew that once the Horde allied with Hellfire Citadel, it would be a disaster for Honor Keep.
Krasus couldn't help but pointed out: "More souls mean that more evil orcs can be made. Hellfire Fortress can only accommodate a limited number of evil orcs. The third batch of modified evil orcs will be mass-produced, and the first two will inevitably be eliminated."
Criticize the evil orcs, what do you think Kargath will do?"
The best way to consume the fel orcs is of course war.
Kargas has formed a private alliance with the Horde, and will only attack the Alliance's Glory Castle.
Thinking of this, Trollbane broke into a cold sweat.
"You are a blood elf, why do you want to help the Alliance?" Trollbane looked at Robbie, still uneasy.
Robbie smiled faintly:
"The thirty-five thousand adventurers are all warriors loyal to the tribe. I don't care about their life or death. What I want is the Titan relics of Hellfire Fortress."
Trollbane's suspicion eased slightly.
The Hellfire Peninsula is barren and arid. The Alliance relied on the mage troops to condense water elements and barely solved the fresh water problem.
However, the number of mages is limited after all, which results in the insufficient number of troops that Glory Castle can accommodate.
On the contrary, Kargath relied on the source of living water, a relic of the Titans, to expand his military power without any scruples, and the evil orcs multiplied uncontrollably.
Robbie took out a map and plotted the tribe's march route, especially marking a device in the center of the three sentries.
"What is this?" Trollbane asked suspiciously.
Robbie said: "This is an abyss altar, used to harvest the souls of adventurers."
Krasus further explained: "What the tribe wants is the flesh and blood of the adventurers, what Kargas wants is the soul."
Trollbane touched his chin and asked, "Do I need to destroy the altar?"
Robbie shook his head: "It's difficult. Thirty-five thousand adventurers are both victims and guardians of the altar."
"Take the opportunity to sneak attack Hellfire Citadel and get the source of living water." Trollbane proposed again, but was quickly rejected.
There are 50,000 evil orcs in Hellfire Citadel. Glory Castle is trying its best to gather up to 5,000 people, but the strength is far from enough.
The Alliance's dwarf griffin troops controlled the air superiority of Hellfire Peninsula, but with the addition of the Horde's wyvern brigade, the Alliance lost its only advantage.
Robbie said calmly: "What we need to do is to raid Sesgao."
"Why is this?" Trollbane was puzzled.
Thesgo is a Fel Orc city located in the southeastern part of the Hellfire Peninsula. It is inhabited by Blood Ring Fel Orcs, led by "Dark Eyes" Grilock and Blood Ring Warlord Morken.
Although they are all evil orcs, the evil orcs of Sesgao belong to the first generation and are not very loyal, so they were exiled.
"As long as we capture Sesgao, we can get the source of living water." Robbie said confidently.
Hellfire Citadel welcomes a guest, Akama, the leader of the Broken.
Both belong to the Black Temple camp, and both are not favored by Illidan. Kargath and Akama have a feeling of sympathy for each other, and reveal their plan to conspire with the tribe.
Akama frowned after hearing this and shook his head:
"How can you ally with the orcs? They are insidious and cunning. The lessons of Shattrath City are right before our eyes."
Kargas was slightly shaken: "I know the dangers of cooperating with the orcs, but I am more worried about the alliance and the tribe cooperating."
Akama sighed regretfully: "The Fel Orcs are invincible in land warfare, but it's a pity that Hellfire Citadel lacks air force. I know your purpose. You want to use the tribe's wyverns to fight against the alliance's griffons. Well, I support your decision.
, but Lord Illidan is very worried about the source of living water."
Kargas thought carefully for a while: "If the Broken Ones can help protect the source of living water, I can rest assured."
Akama reluctantly said, "Okay, the Broken One will be responsible for protecting the source of living water."
When the appointed day arrived, Salma and adventurers from all races in Azeroth gathered together, and Nazgrel gave a speech in public:
"My dear compatriots, you come from all over Azeroth and share a common belief. For the peace of Azeroth, for the happiness and well-being of future generations, and for the ardent hope of the savior, let us fight bravely.
, use our flesh and blood to create new glory and fight for Azeroth."
"Fight for Azeroth." The adventurer shouted like a mountain and a tsunami.
Under the leadership of Nazgrel, a total of 35,000 adventurers embarked on the Road to Glory, killing the three guard towers occupied by the evil orcs.
The Road of Glory runs through the Hellfire Peninsula, a wide and straight avenue.
Before the Dark Portal opened, the orcs slaughtered the draenei and used their bones to pave a road that symbolized the glory of the orcs.
At the front of the team was a group of sturdy tauren. Suddenly, the clouds gathered and the sky became dark. A group of draenei ghosts appeared and blocked the way.
An old Draenei ghost said unbearably:
"Stop, adventurers, you have been fooled, Thrall has deceived you. The trap has been set up, and just waiting for the prey to take the bait, I saw a river of blood, and you will all become food for the orcs, with your souls wailing and screaming, and you will become an evil-making creature.
Orc material."
The tauren laughed, and one of the older tauren sneered:
"The Draenei are nothing but trash. After death, they joined the evil orcs. Don't you want to live?"
Another adventurer said: "The great savior is kind and kind. You dare to slander the savior. It is simply heinous."
"This is a conspiracy, kid." The old man Delaney said sadly: "I'm sorry, I can't let you pass."
The dark wind roared, and the road to glory was covered in mist, making it difficult to see even one's fingers.
The tauren didn't believe in evil and rushed directly into the fog. Unfortunately, no matter how he walked, he just walked in circles.
The huge team was actually trapped and unable to move forward. Someone reported it to Nazgrel.
Nazgrel's heart sank, and he was worried that the conspiracy would be leaked. Fortunately, the adventurers were fools and did not believe the warnings of the draenei ghosts.
"Thall, the savior, is watching us. We must overcome all difficulties. For Azeroth, no difficulties and obstacles can stop us. Compatriots, brothers and sisters, the light and justice of Azeroth are with us."
Among the adventurers were undead priests from the Plaguelands. One of them suggested:
"Using holy light to make holy water should be able to break the fog."
The clergymen in the team gathered together, poured the power of holy light into the water, and sprinkled it in all directions.
There were screams in the fog, and not long after, the fog dispersed.
With thundering cheers and high enthusiasm, the adventurers stepped on the Draani bones and rushed towards their slaughterhouse.