Garrosh Hellscream was extremely reluctant to set foot on the soil of Northrend.
Such a result was not what Garrosh wanted to see. Unfortunately, King Varian's unexpected declaration of war caught Garrosh by surprise.
Forced by the situation and to gain an advantage, Garrosh, with the support of Doras, was the first to lead his army to Northrend, hoping to gain more benefits before the situation got out of control.
Soldiers are valuable and quick.
Doras, the richest man in Kalimdor, had sufficient financial resources and prepared troop transport ships and logistical supplies as quickly as possible, so that Garrus' army could move so vigorously.
Garrosh arrived so quickly that Eitrigg was completely unprepared. Only after the new Warsong Clan's army approached Fordring's camp did Eitrigg get the news and trembled with fear.
Then, the sound of rumble of war drums was heard outside the camp, and Garrosh led the army to forcefully break in. Fordring had no choice but to open the camp gate and go out to greet Garrosh.
Eitrigg was Thrall's man, and Garrosh had nothing to say to him. If he didn't kill him directly, it would be to give Thrall face, but he would just face Fordring directly.
"Fording, you are a smart man, you should know my purpose."
Garrus opened his mouth and revealed a terrifying smile.
Fording looked at Eitrigg, who was silent at the side, and hurriedly made a flattering smile: "The general is here to conquer the Lich King Arthas and save Azeroth."
"Haha, that's right. Everything I do is to save Azeroth. I hope to gain enough support. You won't object, right, Fording?"
"I am willing to sacrifice everything for Azeroth." Fording said loudly.
Garrosh stared at Old Fordring and said with a ferocious smile:
"Very well, our new Warsong clan comes here with sincerity. Even though we are hungry and freezing, but in order to save Azeroth, it is all worth it."
Looking at Garrosh's neatly organized army and sufficient logistics materials, Fording could only lament secretly, not daring to say or do anything.
Garrosh unceremoniously looted all the materials in the camp. At this moment, Fordring had slaughtered more than 100,000 walrus men, and Garrosh didn't leave a piece of meat or skin for Fordring.
In addition to the meat and skin of the walrus people, there are also the ordnance, logistics supplies, etc. in the camp, and even the weapons, armor, and cold-warming clothing of the soldiers.
All the tents in the camp were dismantled, the fences were removed, and they were loaded onto trucks and transported away.
Fording led more than 10,000 soldiers in single clothes shivering in the cold wind, helplessly watching Garrosh raid the camp, turning the huge camp into a bare open space.
Garrosh showed respect to Old Fordring by not taking away his Ashbringer.
Fording is considered a qualified soldier and has done many things in Northrend, including investigation of local customs and customs, drawing of maps, etc.
All these preparations naturally did not escape Garrosh's search. Garrosh pointed on the map with his thick fingers: "Fording, which road do you think I should take?"
Fording, who was shivering in the cold wind, forced a smile:
"The only area actually controlled by the Scourge is Icecrown Glacier. As long as the only exit from Icecrown Glacier to Dragonblight is blocked and a solid fortress is built at the exit, the Scourge will be trapped inside, waiting for the Alliance and Horde to fight.
The follow-up troops will arrive and eat away at the Scourge Corps' land bit by bit, compressing their living space, and they will win soon."
Garrosh stared at Fordring in surprise: "You are very well prepared. Isn't Arthas your prince? What, why do you hate him so much?"
Fording said hurriedly: "Humans are despicable and shameless. Only the orcs are a noble and pure race, the great savior of Azeroth."
Garrosh laughed loudly, patted Fording on the shoulder and said, "Come here, prepare a set of clothes for this good orc dog."
Fording was grateful, and an orc soldier sent him a set of warm clothes. Fording looked carefully and found that the clothes had been soaked in cold water and could not keep out the cold when worn on his body.
Garrosh watched from the side. Fordring had no choice but to put on the clothes. His lips were purple from the cold, as if he had lost consciousness. Garrosh laughed:
"Old Fording, who is flexible and flexible, will definitely achieve great things in the future. You should be grateful for the encouragement I gave you today, which is very helpful for your growth. The cold makes people clear-headed. I want to attack the Blue Dragon Clan's Demonic Nexus. I hope you can give me some help."
Give reasonable suggestions.”
"Attack the Demonic Nexus?" Fording was stunned.
Garrosh said coldly:
"Do you think I'm a stupid walrus? I know how much I weigh, and I have no chance of winning against Alsace. The Demonic Nexus has accumulated countless wealth to rob, and there is delicious blue dragon meat to eat. I heard that Blue Dragon
The Dragon Clan’s new defeat in the battle with the Red Dragon Clan, wouldn’t it be an excellent opportunity?”
The war of the orcs means plunder and destruction. Garrosh and Thrall are rivals. The dragon clan supports Thrall. The rich blue dragon clan has become Garrosh's plunder target.
Only then did Fording understand that the so-called conquest of the Lich King Arthas was just an excuse and a joke in Garrosh's eyes. In order to survive, he replied helplessly:
"General, you need the support of mages to fight against the Blue Dragons. Now Dalaran is in Northrend. Dalaran mages are just a group of sheep in front of the orcs. They only need to control Dalaran and use the power of Dalaran."
If we attack the Blue Dragon clan with our hands, we have a great chance of winning."
Garrosh was overjoyed when he heard this: "Haha, Fording, you really did not disappoint me."
Then, Garrosh kicked Fordring over, broke several of his ribs with a grin, and led the New Warsong Legion away.
Eitrigg helped Fording sit up and helped him recover from his injuries with the help of the Holy Light.
Fording smiled bitterly and said: "Is this how the tribe fights against the Scourge?"
Eitrigg comforted him: "Don't worry, Garrosh is not worth mentioning. You know, he is Thrall's enemy. The real Horde army is bent on destroying the Scourge."
Fording asked for help from the nearby Dragon Sleeping Temple. When the Red Dragon Clan arrived, he saw Fording and his army hiding in the cave, keeping warm regardless of each other. They were covered with a layer of silver ice flowers, which was really beautiful.
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With the help of the Red Dragon Clan, this army did not die of cold and starvation.
Therefore, Fording took this opportunity to reorganize the Silver Dawn and rename it the Silver Crusade in order to commemorate the silver ice flowers in the ice cave.
Within a few days, Dranosh Saurfang led the Frostwolf Cavalry and the Kor'kron elite army to Northrend. Compared with Garrosh's new Warsong Legion, this team was seriously short of food, clothing, and equipment.
Logistics supplies.
Garrosh's new Warsong Legion moved too fast. In order to win the victory, Dranosh, who was unprepared, could only rush in as quickly as possible regardless of the consequences.
Seeing the empty camp, Dranosh screamed anxiously. He was as grumpy as his father. He grabbed Fording's collar and shouted angrily: "You damn fool, didn't you mean to prepare a lot of walrus and human flesh?"
Hepi? Tell me, where have they all gone?"
Fording, who was suffering from fever, was dizzy and replied helplessly: "They were all taken away by Garrosh."
Upon hearing Garrosh's name, Dranosh was furious and slapped old Fordring away.
Fording flipped continuously in the air and fell heavily into the snow. Delanosh was still angry and sat down on Fording's waist. There was a breaking sound from the waist bones. Delanosh raised his fist and punched again.
He punched Fording in the face, and soon he was on the verge of death.