Eitrigg is one of the first veterans to cross the Dark Portal. He has experienced two orc wars. His hands are stained with the blood of all races in Azeroth. He is a murderous executioner. Vol'jin is also a native Darkspear giant. Demons are known for their cruelty, cunning and resourcefulness.
Compared to these two, Garrosh, who comes from Nagrand in the Outland, does not lack cunning and strategy, but unfortunately his understanding of Azeroth is insufficient and he is still just hearing about it.
In Garrosh's impression, the Drakkari Frost Trolls are a backward race that lacks food, clothing, and poverty, and has no merit except brutality and brutality.
Garrosh disdained the blue dragons, and looked down upon the weak Drakkari frost trolls.
In his plan, as long as the brave and noble orc army reaches the Zul'Drak Empire, the Drakkari trolls will be frightened by the news, flee in all directions, and kneel on the ground tremblingly to offer their flesh and blood.
Garrosh contacted the Red Dragon Clan and forced the Red Dragon Queen to cooperate. At the same time, he forced Ronin to mobilize some Dalaran mages and lead the few remaining New Warsong Legions to rush towards the Darkron Fortress of the Zul'Drak Empire.
Vol'jin and Eitrigg's hesitation seemed to him a sign of cowardice and cowardice.
This is not to blame for Garrosh's recklessness. The past few years have been so smooth that even Thrall, the savior, has been trampled under his feet. He has gradually grown arrogant and arrogant. As a result, he has suffered setbacks in the blue dragon territory. How can he be willing to swallow it? With this tone, he was eager to save the situation.
Morabi, the high-ranking prophet who was responsible for sending envoys to the tribe, ran into Garrosh's army head-on. Looking at this small orc army of less than 10,000 people, Morabi thought it was the vanguard of the orc army. I heard that the leader of the army was General Garrosh, and I was immediately confused.
When he learned that he was an envoy from the Zul'Drak Empire, Garrosh smiled widely and took the initiative to entertain this prominent high-ranking priest. It was of course the best to be able to defeat someone without a fight.
Garrosh led Morabi to inspect his legion, rather like showing off in front of his poor relatives. He pointed at the neat orc army and said:
"Prophet, are my legions mighty and majestic?"
Morabi glanced at the orc army, and his expression changed drastically.
I have to admit that the orc soldiers are all wearing thick armor and carrying sharp battle axes. They are all mighty and majestic, with burning eyes, like devils who want to bite people. Compared with the Drakkari trolls who are short of food and clothing, they are far behind. .
Morabi took a deep breath and said from the bottom of his heart: "General, the elite of the orc army, he is truly worthy of his reputation. Our Zul'Drak Empire is far behind."
Garrosh was triumphant, smiled, and led Morabi forward. In the center of the camp, under heavy protection, were piles of siege equipment.
There are all kinds of catapults, construction trucks, and battering rams, plus terrifying goblin creations, artillery of various calibers, and giant bombs, many of which are mechanical creations that Morabi cannot name.
"Prophet, has the Zul'Drak Empire ever seen such advanced weapons and equipment?"
Morabi's face heated up and he said with some shame:
"Our Zul'Drak Empire is located in a bitter cold land. The land is barren and the production is insufficient. It is not easy to feed ourselves. Even in such bad weather, many soldiers are still wearing single clothes. Not even a single weapon can guarantee their safety. Where have I seen such horror? It’s a murderous weapon, I’m ashamed, I’m ashamed.”
A group of gorgeously dressed Dalaran mages walked out of the tent and saluted Garrosh respectfully. Garrosh was confident and asked proudly:
"The Dalaran mages are the best mage group in Azeroth. I heard that the Drakkari trolls have some shamans, and there are god priests like you. Can they compare with the Dalaran mages?"
Morabi grimaced and almost cried:
"How can our shamans' meager mana compare with the mages of Dalaran? Mastering magic requires wealth. The Zul'Drak Empire is too poor, and it is hard to train shamans."
The two continued to move forward. Garrosh pointed at a giant dragon skeleton in the camp and said:
"We don't have more soldiers but more elites. Even the Blue Dragon Tribe was defeated by us orcs. We slaughtered hundreds of thousands of our subjects, skinned them and removed their bones. Is the Loa of Drakkari comparable to an adult Blue Dragon?"
Looking at the lifelike dragon skeleton, Morabi was surprised at first, and then his face was full of shame: "The humble Loa God never dares to compare with the noble Blue Dragon Clan."
Garrosh laughed when he heard this, patted Morabi on the shoulder and said:
"Go back and tell Frost King Malak that we orcs are here to save Azeroth. As long as we offer half of the Drakkari trolls as military rations and the other half as our livestock, the Zul'Drak Empire can be preserved and the Horde will protect it.
You will endure forever."
"livestock?"
Morabi was stunned. Although the Drakkari trolls were completely barbaric, for example, they would eat the corpses of their enemies without hesitation, they would still maintain enough respect and respect their enemies like family members.
"What does it mean to be a domestic animal?"
Morabi remained calm. After a burst of skilled flattery, Garrosh suddenly felt a little carried away, as if he saw that the Zul'Drak Empire had surrendered at his feet.
Morabi took his subordinates to rest in the orc camp, retreated to the left and right, and stayed alone in the tent. He took out a sharp dagger and made a wound on his arm. The blood flowed out wantonly. Morabi's expression changed.
Seriously, he drew runes on the ground with his own blood.
A mysterious wind swirled in the tent, the blood runes lit up one by one, and a large group of egg-sized gadflies flew in from outside the tent, greedily devouring the blood.
Northrend's gadfly can pierce the skin of mammoths, and is much larger than ordinary gadflies. Morabi is the chief priest of the mammoth god, Mattoth. His years of hard service finally paid off.
His ability to communicate with the gadfly.
Morabi slowly closed his eyes. As the blood entered the gadfly's belly, these gadflies became his eyes and ears. A large group of gadflies flew out to carefully investigate the camp.
He saw a large group of orcs eating, which was completely different from the majestic orcs he had just seen. After taking off their heavy armor, the orcs were generally depressed and listless.
Seeing the food of the orc soldiers, Morabi understood. Each orc only received a dark, fist-sized lump of mixed food, with a fishy smell.
"It seems that the rumors that the orcs are short of military rations are true. The majesty and majesty in the day are all disguised." Morabi secretly said that it was a fluke, and he almost fell into Garrosh's trap.
No matter how powerful the team is, it is useless without military rations.
The Gadfly flew to the war machinery camp again, and upon closer inspection, Morabi discovered that most of these war machinery were damaged, perhaps due to the rapid march, and because the orcs were not good at technical work, these precious equipment were seriously lacking in maintenance.
"Most of the orcs' siege equipment cannot be used, so Daklon Fortress is safe." Morabi breathed a sigh of relief.
Guiding the gadfly to cautiously approach the tent where the Dalaran mage lived, Morabi heard the Dalaran mage whispering curses at Garrosh for his brutality and wanton killing.
"It turns out that the Dalaran mage has been separated from Garrosh for a long time." Morabi was secretly surprised. It seems that the orc army is not having an easy life.