At night, the vast land of Durotar is dotted with bonfires, which is the tauren camp.
The city head of Orgrimmar is also brightly lit, and the orcs dare not slack off and must be prepared for the night attacks of the tauren.
On the King of Seas, Robbie thought about the battle during the day and had some doubts. He asked Vanessa beside him for advice:
"With an army of 200,000 orcs, why is there no shaman army participating in the battle?"
After all, Vanessa is the leader of the Brotherhood and knows more about the history of the tribe. She explained: "The shamans of the tribe are actually the Earth Ring organization. They only listen to Thrall's orders."
The training of a shaman is not like that of an ordinary orc soldier, who only needs to be strong enough.
Shamans need to have the talent to communicate with the elements, learn various spell-casting techniques, and need the teachings of famous teachers and years of training.
Once Thrall died, the orcs disguised as Thrall obviously didn't have time to take control of the Ring of Earth.
Having said this, Robbie somewhat understood why the orcs lost so miserably.
During the day, through observing the undead tauren regiment, Robbie realized that Azeroth should not have such a heaven-defying army, and guessed that this kind of undead tauren must have some unknown weaknesses.
"Let's capture a tauren and study it." Robbie suggested.
In the tauren camp, the tents rise and fall, and there is an alluring aroma of meat.
On the blazing bonfire, large pieces of orc meat were roasting sizzlingly. This group of immortal tauren had a great appetite and ate the fresh barbecue.
Things have turned around, and now the orcs have received their retribution and become the tauren's food. From time to time, there are sounds of wailing and begging for mercy. The captured orcs beg for their lives, but this group of violent mad cows obviously have no mercy.
After the fierce fighting during the day, the tauren who came back from the dead were very tired, and many fell asleep beside the campfire.
In the chief's golden tent in the center of the camp, Cairn Bloodhoof was very proud. There was a large pile of letters in front of him, all of which were from various races in the Barrens, sending letters of allegiance to express their surrender.
Wild boars, goblins, trolls, dwarves, gnomes, and even the tauren's mortal enemies, centaurs.
Hezrul Bloodseal, the leader of the Kokar centaurs, expressed his sincerity in an extremely flattering letter.
He has a godfather on his left and a loving father on his right. He regards Kane as his old father, fully supports the tauren's dominance in the Barrens, and expresses his willingness to become Kane's mount.
Kane felt goosebumps all over his body after seeing it. The centaur Hezrul Bloodseal was older than him, so he was so shameless, but it was good to have such a mount, which was doubly honorable.
Calgar Thornribs, this old quilboar priest went too far. She actually wanted to marry Kane. Among the quilboars, this was a great honor and awe of the strong, which made Kane
Extremely embarrassed.
Thinking about that bloated body and ugly face, Kane almost vomited.
A soldier brought a large piece of orc meat, and Kane chewed it. He felt very good and happy. His ambition for many years was about to be realized, and there was only Orgrimmar in front of him.
Robbie and Vanessa teamed up and successfully captured a minotaur, a low-level officer.
The tauren officer was sent to the King of the Sea, and Robbie's eyes showed a composition of points, lines, and planes. From such a close distance, he could finally see it very clearly.
The blood-colored nematodes are transforming the bodies of the minotaurs, making them stronger, but there is an unknown blood energy hidden in them, which is strange and mysterious, filling every muscle of the minotaurs.
Robbie guessed that these nematodes were overdrawing the minotaur's vitality.
The Black Dragon Princess and the little girl pretending to be Jaina also came over, and they studied this immortal tauren together.
When attacked by frost, these blood-colored nematodes will freeze but will not die.
However, under the influence of flames, the blood-colored nematodes will soon lose their vitality and will never be able to recover from their injuries.
Fire is the weakness of the Immortal Tauren.
As the saying goes, the army was defeated like a mountain, and the entire Orgrimmar was filled with an atmosphere of depression.
The orcs looked around each other warily, their gazes were somewhat different, and occasionally they whispered and had different eyes. Under this desperate atmosphere, it was also a time when all kinds of rumors were flying all over the sky.
Vol'jin locked himself in the chief's tent for a day and a night. When he walked out of the tent, he saw a group of restless orc generals. They had also stayed up for a day and a night, with blood-red eyes, waiting to persuade Vol'jin to surrender.
"Warchief Vol'jin."
A fat and strong female orc wearing a golden robe and a gold chain as thick as her arm hung around her neck was the first to stand up.
This woman is none other than the richest man in the tribe, Doras, the wyvern administrator. She has a round belly and a voice full of arrogance and majesty.
"You must make up your mind. Look, our people can no longer bear the next pain. They have already paid too much for Orgrimmar."
"Dear Lord Doras." Wojin did not dare to neglect the richest man at all. He had to use some lies to boost morale and said loudly:
"We are not defeated yet. All spirits tell us that as long as we persist, we will surely win. There are still more than 100,000 warriors in Orgrimmar. We have an impenetrable wall, and we have no worries about food. There is no reason
We will fail, everyone, regain your past glory, and victory will eventually belong to us."
Doras shook his huge head and said slightly mockingly:
"Wo'jin, as smart as you are, you should be able to see the situation clearly. We have already lost, and history has chosen a better tauren. Fortunately, this is just a dispute within the tribe. The only enemy of our tribe is the Alliance. As long as you give way to the big
As chieftain, the tribe will be under the great glory of our loving father Cairne Bloodhoof, and we will all be honored."
"Loving father?" Wo Jin glanced at the corner of his mouth and almost laughed out loud.
Wo'jin knew that this probably did not mean Doras alone, she was the representative of everyone.
This cunning female orc has bought everything with money. It is said that she has an investment in Dalaran. Even if the city is destroyed, the mages will take her to Dalaran to rest in her old age. Vol'jin also heard that she has an affair with Dalaran.
The night elves have some secret hookups.
"Dear Lord Doras, let me think about it carefully. You should go back first. All spirits will protect us." Wojin looked at a group of dark orcs. He felt a strong oppressive force, and even some
Danger.
Returning to his bedroom, the exhausted Wojin fell into a deep sleep.
Awakening from a chaotic nightmare, his secret informant had been waiting at the door for a long time, reporting to him in a low voice that a mutiny was brewing in Orgrimmar. Some important orc generals were plotting to overthrow Vol'jin's rule and oust him.
Kane's head was given to him as an apology, and the members of the conspiracy were all well-known big shots.
Has the situation gotten this bad?
Vol'jin was helpless, he knew that his biggest weakness was his race, how a troll could lead a huge orc army.
Already unable to save his life, Wo'jin began to think about how to escape.
"The casualties of the orcs and tauren are far from enough. We must maintain a balance between the two sides."
Robbie explained his point of view to Vanessa, the Black Dragon Princess, and the little girl pretending to be Jaina. For the sake of the alliance, this war must continue and requires more bloodshed and sacrifices. (To be continued)