After the supervising troops retreated, the orcs as a whole collapsed, and millions of orcs were defeated.
The scene was quite spectacular. The green-skinned orcs were fleeing in all directions, as boundless as the tide.
Galaya and the war supervisory troops fled to a safe place, and after detecting that the fungus giant had not caught up, they began to gather the remaining soldiers.
The army was defeated like a mountain, and the orcs fled in panic, trampling countless people along the way, leaving many dead and injured.
After counting the missing and those who escaped, when Galaya gathered its troops and counted the number of people, there were only more than half a million orcs left.
Millions of orcs came out of Shadowmoon Valley. They had only been in Zangarmarsh for a few days, and only half of them were left.
After suffering heavy losses, but not even the fungus giant was eliminated, Galaya couldn't help but sigh, wondering whether he was suitable to become a chief.
Eitrigg comforted him at the right time: "No one is born to be a leader, and no one is always a winner. As a qualified chief, you must have a pattern."
"What is a pattern?" Gaelaya asked sincerely.
Eitrigg replied thoughtfully: "The so-called pattern is a different understanding of things. Some people have smooth sailing, but as long as they fail once, they will never recover. There are also some people who have experienced countless failures, but as long as they succeed once, they can become famous. This
It’s just the difference in structure.”
Gaelaya was deeply touched and asked curiously: "What is the pattern of the savior?"
Eitrigg really liked Gaelaya and replied habitually:
"Thall has experienced countless failures, but he never takes failure to heart. No matter how many orcs are killed or injured, it is just a number to him."
Gaelaya rubbed her nose and said: "Five million orcs, each one is a living life, with ideals and visions for the future, and relatives who care about them."
Eitrigg said categorically: "As a qualified chief, you should not have these perceptual thoughts. Remember, they are just numbers. History is cruel. The vast majority of people will be forgotten. Their existence has no meaning.
, as worthless as dust.”
Under Eitrigg's teachings, Galaya cheered up again: "I understand, now is just the beginning, not the end."
Eitrigg nodded with satisfaction and analyzed carefully: "The origins of these mutant fungus giants in Mushroom Cave are mysterious. Maybe they are their last defense? Don't want to fight with them for the time being? Just send out scouts to find out the details. Let's focus on
Transferred to the Lost Ones and Angras Ogres."
In response to this great defeat, Gaelaya's first priority was to enforce strict military discipline.
The first few thousand orcs who escaped were brutally killed, and their corpses were mixed with mushrooms to become the orcs' military rations.
After a short period of repair, Gaelaya decided to eliminate the Angras ogre first.
The Angras ogres were originally a branch of the Blade's Edge Mountain ogres. Because they were excluded, under the leadership of King Goldface, they went south into Zangarmarsh and occupied the land of the fungus giants.
Millions of orcs entered Zangarmarsh. King Goldface was so anxious that he sent messengers many times to communicate with the orcs and express his willingness to surrender. Unfortunately, no messenger returned successfully.
On this day? Five guests came to visit.
Ogres are very xenophobic. In their eyes, there are only two types of foreigners: those they can eat and those they cannot.
What if there wasn't a two-headed ogre magician among the five guests? King Goldface sent them directly to the pot to be cooked.
In the ogre's tent, Head of State Margok looked at King Goldface coldly and said nothing.
Sweat flowed down Golfish's cheeks. He felt a strong blood pressure suppressing him, and he couldn't muster the slightest bit of resistance.
"Dare you ask this Archmage? Are you a member of the royal family of the Goria Empire?" King Goldface asked respectfully.
Margok said seriously: "You are not qualified to know my origins. Millions of orcs have marched into Zangarmarsh. The end of the Anglas ogres has come. Do you have a way to deal with it?"
King Goldface replied cautiously: "I plan to lead my people back to Blade's Edge Mountain."
Margok's two heads looked at him together: "Is there still a place for your clan in Blade's Edge Mountain?"
King Goldface shook his head with a bitter look on his face.
Ogres who lose their land can only become wanderers with no future.
Margok looked solemn and said: "Millions of orcs may seem powerful, but in fact they are just a mob, seriously lacking weapons and equipment. In the battle of the Dark Temple, Illidan killed tens of millions of orcs. Although you are not as good as Illidan, can you?
Just sitting there and waiting for death, I have a way to let the Angras ogre escape."
King Golfish's eyes lit up: "Please ask the Archmage to teach me."
Margok said with confidence: "The orcs have no rations and eat mushrooms in Zangarmarsh all day long. Their physical strength is not as good as before. Although the number of Angras ogres is small, they are all elite. As long as they do not stick to their positions,
How can they destroy you if you deal with the orcs?"
King Goldface asked: "But how to solve the food problem?"
Margok laughed: "Aren't orcs the ogre's favorite food?"
The orc army rushed to the northwest of Zanger Swamp, the camp of the Anglas ogre.
The scouts reported that the ogre camp was empty.
Gaelaya frowned. After all, it was her first time to lead troops and she was inexperienced, so she didn't know how to deal with it.
Eitrigg felt very surprised. You must know that ogres attach great importance to the land. In the battle with the orcs, they would rather fight to the death than give up.
"It is said that the Angras ogres are famous for their ferocity, so they were jointly resisted by the Blade's Edge Mountain ogres. Now it seems that they are just a group of cowards."
Galaya asked: "What next?"
Eitrigg smiled faintly and said: "The cowardly ogre has escaped, and we will go find trouble with the Lost Ones."
The Lost, like the Broken, are Draenei whose bodies have been distorted and are not recognized by their tribe.
There are many gathering places for the Lost in Zangarmarsh, known for their cunning and aggressiveness.
The orc army is temporarily resting and preparing to move the front.
When Gaelaya was dealing with political affairs, a close confidant came to visit timidly:
"Great Chief, there is something I don't know whether to talk about or not."
"But it doesn't matter." Galaya stopped what she was doing.
The confidant cautiously suggested:
"According to the scout's report, the Angras ogres have not retreated back to the Blade's Edge Mountains. They may be nearby. Why not occupy their land and build it into a strong fortress as our rear base to make the ogres homeless?
Can return."
Galaya didn't even think about it and scolded loudly: "Trash, you dare to question Lord Eitrigg's decision? You don't even know who you are?"
The henchman was frightened and hurriedly knelt on the ground to beg for mercy. Galaya raised his ax and was about to end his life.
A scout ran in in a panic:
"Something bad happened. The ogres attacked our camp and three thousand soldiers were killed."
"What?"
Gaelaya didn't care about killing his cronies and ran out with his battle ax to check.
The camp that was attacked was on the edge of the army. The orcs did not have enough tents and had to camp in the open air.
According to the survivors' descriptions, thousands of ogres suddenly came and killed everyone with one swift move and took away their bodies.
Galaya gritted her teeth and ordered: "Increase the scope of patrols and be sure to find out where the ogre is hiding."
It's a pity that Gaelaya forgot that there are mages among the ogres, who are good at hiding their traces.
For several days in a row, the orcs were attacked by ogres one after another. Although the losses were not great, the people were panicked and the morale of the army was unstable.