"Thal is a smart man. He is best at seizing your weaknesses, and then ruthlessly tearing apart your defenses, turning you into a pitiful walking zombie, just like your father. You must hide your weaknesses and deliberately
Make a disguise, so that Thrall will be fooled and Wo'jin will make mistakes in his judgment."
Garrosh always kept Saurfang's earnest warning in mind.
After this conversation, Garrosh lived in the military camp, ate and lived with the soldiers, cared about the lives of every soldier, and mingled with them without any pretense.
Garrosh was of noble birth and could be so approachable, winning the support and support of the soldiers, at least on the surface.
In this old age, the majesty of generals is very important. Generals who share the joys and sorrows with soldiers will lose their sense of mystery and reduce their majesty, making it difficult to command the army.
Therefore, Thrall and others scorned Garrosh's approach, but they still supported it on the surface.
After Thrall's persuasion failed, Vol'jin, Lorkhan and other generals kept talking to Garrosh, moving him emotionally and rationally, and they struggled to speak.
Unfortunately, Garrosh refused to let go, and got angry and beat Lorkhan severely.
Lorkhan dragged his broken right leg and cried to Thrall, angrily criticizing Garrosh for his barbarism.
Seeing that Garrosh was struggling, the resourceful Vol'jin was a little embarrassed and said to Thrall: "Garrosh's stubbornness is beyond my expectation. Now we can only use his weakness to force him to serve us."
"Garrosh's weakness should be Agna." Thrall guessed.
Vol'jin shook his head: "Since Garrosh entered the orc camp, he has never looked for Agna. It seems that our analysis is wrong. He cares about the soldiers and is willing to be with them. Maybe these ordinary soldiers are him.
Weaknesses."
Thrall frowned: "How should we exploit this weakness?"
Wo Jin showed a ferocious look: "Those who achieve great things must dare to sacrifice. I have a way."
Speaking of being able to cooperate with Thrall in acting and being friends with Garrosh, of course they are not ordinary soldiers. They are Thrall's closest guards, and most of them are members of the Frostwolf clan.
In order to accomplish something big, Thrall sent them to Rag City without hesitation.
Garrosh had a noble status, so naturally he would not charge with ordinary soldiers. He, Thrall and other generals stood on top of the turtles' heads, watching the battle from a distance.
Going to the battlefield for the first time is inevitably full of excitement and curiosity, and Garrosh is no exception, looking around curiously.
The orc soldiers rowed boats and rushed to the coast in the rough waves.
The caveman's cannon roared continuously. Although the sound was like thunder, the hit rate was unfortunately very low. The forward troops successfully boarded the beach, formed a simple formation and launched the charge.
On the beach, the cavemen who had been prepared all raised their muskets.
"How can a mere caveman fight against our great orcs?" Although Garrosh had heard about the horror of volley tactics, he, like all arrogant orcs, did not believe that the cavemen could defeat him.
Thrall snorted coldly and said nothing. Vol'jin on the side just sighed with regret, his eyes a little complicated.
"For the great Savior."
"For Azeroth."
The orcs shouted loud slogans and charged towards the cavemen's formation. Garrosh thought he would see a beautiful scene of the cavemen being slaughtered, but unfortunately he was soon stunned.
As rows of gunshots rang out, the orcs fell on the beach like harvested wheat, groaning and howling. The orcs' green skin and bright red blood were rendered into a complex abstract painting.
Groups of orcs landed on the coast, and the charge continued. Unfortunately, it still failed to have the slightest effect. Soldiers continued to fall and die during the charge.
Garrosh's anger surged, his eyes turned blood red, and he shouted: "The great savior, Garrosh. Hellscream begs for battle."
"Stupid!" Thrall said angrily: "Your courage has no effect at all. You will be beaten into a sieve like our brave soldiers. You are my brother, and I don't want to collect my brother's body."
"But, are we just going to sit back and watch our soldiers being slaughtered?" Garrosh asked loudly.
Vol'jin patted Garrosh on the shoulder and said helplessly: "The evil cavemen have enslaved all the races of Kalimdor. Taurens, centaurs, quilboars, and night elves all groaned in pain under the iron hoofs of the cavemen.
, we have suffered so much, we orcs uphold our destiny and have the mission of saving Azeroth. Even if we know that we are defeated, we must continue to fight."
"Such a battle is meaningless. It's just a waste of death." Garrosh gritted his teeth: "We must make changes and change our tactics."
Thrall shook his head and said: "Every conceivable method has been tried. Only by uniting the various races of Kalimdor and letting those oppressed and insulted races stand up can we have a chance to defeat the evil cavemen."
Lorkhan also advised from the side: "Garrosh, don't you understand? The fate of the entire orcs, the countless suffering races in Kalimdor, and the safety of Azeroth all depend on your thoughts."
"Everyone's honor and disgrace are just trivial matters. The safety of the entire world is the most important." Wojin said earnestly: "In order to save Azeroth, this great mission, all of us are ready to sacrifice. Only
You are still worried, so our soldiers have to pay their precious lives."
"Stop talking and let the soldiers retreat."
Garrosh held his head in his hands and let out a painful sob: "For the orcs, for the countless suffering creatures on Kalimdor, and for Azeroth, I promise."
Thrall and Garrosh looked at each other and smiled. Although more than 3,000 soldiers were sacrificed in this attack, the sacrifice was worth it. The big shots only looked at whether the goal was achieved, and the sacrifices of ordinary soldiers were just numbers.
That night, Eitrigg once again wrote to Doras, the richest orc, and agreed to meet in the name of Grom, son of Hellscream, at the Ghost Coast.
The great chief of the Warsong Clan, Grom Hellscream, is a famous hero, and his son must be no ordinary person either. Doras quickly wrote back, saying that he was very much looking forward to this friendly meeting.
Garrosh also yearned for this meeting, and he didn't care about the death of three thousand soldiers. It was just a sacrifice that had to be made to remove Thrall's suspicions.
Thrall is acting for Garrosh, and Garrosh is also acting for Thrall. On the surface, Garrosh and the soldiers seem to be like a family. However, secretly, the cunning Garrosh takes advantage of Thrall's trust in him.
, wooed a group of greedy officers, blackmailed and bullied ordinary orc soldiers, and gained a lot of good things.
There were several Dalaran trophies stolen from the orc warehouses, which emboldened Garrosh.
One of the paintings is a beautiful landscape, but there is another mystery in it. There are hidden compartments inside, where things can be hidden.
Garrosh chose two things, a shining dagger and a teleportation scroll, and secretly placed them in a secret compartment.
Once Doras, the richest orc, died, Thrall was completely finished. No, even if the assassination failed, Thrall would not be able to escape his involvement as long as Thrall was claimed to have done it.
As for the future direction of the orcs, this is not in Garrosh's consideration.