Behind Ronin, Garrosh saw Vol'jin, Eitrigg, Tirion Fordring, Sylvanas, Dranosh Saurfang, and a small number of senior orc generals.
Among them, Vol'jin, Eitrigg, Dranosh, and Sylvanas were all wearing pajamas.
In particular, Sylvanas's red pajamas are the most eye-catching. Like a ball of fire, they are made of Zandalar Volton's vixen skin. They must be the rarest red vixen and can only be obtained after special enchantment.
This effect is worth tens of thousands of gold.
Obviously, these four were extremely cunning. Like Garrosh, they had never fought before. When they saw something bad happened, they tore open the teleportation scroll and ran away.
Dalaran, the magical city floating in the sky, is the only safe place in Northrend at the moment.
Fording was wearing thick golden armor, with a gray face and a huge crack on the front of the chest, as if it had been torn apart by sharp claws.
Although he was healed by the Holy Light, the wound was still bleeding.
What is even more terrifying is the mental blow to Fording. At this moment, Fording is depressed, squatting in the corner with the Ashbringer in his arms, dejected, as if he is ashamed to see others.
After performing the farce of defeating Alsace twice in a row, Fording himself felt a little elated, thinking that even if he really fought against Alsace, he would only be slightly worse than Alsace.
Unfortunately, the reality is cruel, Fording was defeated by a ghoul.
It was an ordinary ghoul. The Ashbringer, which was blooming with endless holy light, slashed at the ghoul's back, leaving only a white mark.
The ghoul quickly turned around and raised his claws. When he saw that it was a human being who was not on the kill list tonight, he looked confused and just instinctively waved his claws.
As a result, Fording's armor shattered, leaving a huge wound, and he was almost cut in half. Fortunately, Fording was not an orc, and the ghoul did not pursue him, so he escaped with his life.
Claiming to be the spokesperson of the Holy Light and the nemesis of the undead, yet he could not defeat even the lowest level ghoul of the Scourge. Fording was so ashamed and depressed that he wished he could find a crack in the ground and crawl into it.
After hearing Garrosh's brazen boast, Sylvanas said calmly:
"I was resting in Wojin's camp. The Lord of the Void teamed up with four ancient gods to attack in a sneak attack. I severely injured the four ancient gods, injured the Lord of the Void, and killed millions of void creatures, but there were too many enemies.
, endless, and had to retreat temporarily.”
Garrosh looked at Sylvanas's red pajamas and thought, who would believe this lie?
Vol'jin and Eitrigg said in unison:
"The Queen is right. We are comrades fighting against the same enemy and can bear witness to each other."
Delanoche also wanted to brag and find an excuse for his failure, but because he was thin-skinned and couldn't find a good reason, he could only give up temporarily.
Upon seeing this, Garrosh felt much more balanced and said with a ferocious smile: "So overnight, the Horde's power in Northrend was wiped out?"
Fording raised his head, feeling quite proud, and said harshly: "The Silver Northern Expeditionary Army fought bravely and successfully broke through without suffering any losses."
Everyone present knew that the Scourge Legion took action selectively, only targeting the orcs.
Garrosh was furious, kicked Fordring away, and punched him into a pig's head, which only made Fordring cry out and beg for mercy.
Sylvanas sat down and said in a skeptical tone:
"For a long time, the tribe has launched a series of military operations in Northrend. Apart from making some small moves behind the scenes, the Scourge has never taken the initiative to attack us. Why did they suddenly attack us this time? I guess there must be a reason behind this."
Vol'jin immediately understood Sylvanas's intention and sneered: "Someone among us must have been careless and touched the bottom line of the Scourge."
Eitrigg also understood, his eyes widened, and asked: "Garrosh, I heard that you captured King Varian and wanted to make the Alliance a meat warehouse for the orcs."
Garrosh was very unconvinced, snorted coldly, and kicked Fording hard:
"Why, what did I do wrong? This is all for Azeroth, not to mention Fording has always done such things? Aren't the hundreds of thousands of Silver Northern Expeditions all the orcs' rations?"
Dranosh was the most angry and furious: "Okay, you used the Alliance soldiers as military food, but your army was also wiped out by the Scourge. It's all your fault."
While several people were arguing, a light flashed and a human being teleported in front of him.
Varian raised his head and saw several ferocious orcs. He was so frightened that he hurriedly hid beside Luo Ning. Luo Ning knew what to do and flashed into the corner with no expression.
Upon seeing Varian and thinking of the destroyed 30,000-strong army, Garrosh immediately lost his mind and went into a violent state. He opened his bloody mouth and bit Varian's throat.
Varian hurriedly avoided, but was bitten on the shoulder. Garrosh tore off a large piece of flesh, causing Varian to scream loudly in pain.
"You destroyed my army, I will eat you."
Garrosh pounced again, intent on tearing King Varian to pieces.
A gust of cold wind blew, and Garrosh seemed to be grabbed by the back of his neck by an invisible hand. He was suddenly floating in the air, his limbs struggling continuously.
The messenger of the Moon God walked in with a gloomy look, and several people present hurriedly saluted.
"I know everything that happened tonight, Garrosh Hellscream, this is all your fault, and you still haven't apologized to King Varian."
Garrosh fell to the ground with a plop, stood up immediately, and said unconvinced:
"Why should I apologize to the humble human king?"
The angel frowned and said seriously:
"The Alliance and the Horde have joined forces to fight against the Scourge. This was the policy that Moon God had planned for a long time, but it was destroyed by you. If the Scourge had not cared about the Alliance's attitude, you would have been wiped out long ago."
The divine envoy helped King Varian, helped heal his injuries, and said politely:
"Your Majesty the King, you have suffered. This is all due to my dereliction of duty. Don't worry, I will let you out. The person who made the mistake must be punished, so that everyone can learn from it."
The divine envoy turned to look at Luo Ning and ordered: "Luo Ning, leader of Dalaran, I need a good horse and an excellent rider."
Luo Ning didn't know the intention of the divine envoy, and he didn't dare to ask any more questions. He just nodded in agreement. Not long after, a mage apprentice who was good at riding brought over a good horse.
The angel grabbed Garrosh, tied a rope to his fangs, and tied the other end of the rope to the saddle. The angel ordered to the rider:
"Run as hard as you can along the streets of Dalaran for an hour and come back to see me."
After hearing this, Garrosh was so frightened that he lost his mind and begged in a low voice: "God's envoy, I know I was wrong. Please forgive me for this mistake. I will never dare to do it next time."
The divine envoy smiled slightly: "Garrosh, you have forgotten your identity. This is just a small lesson. I will protect your head with magic to ensure that you will not die."
When Vol'jin and others saw this, they were all frightened. Sylvanas glanced at Fording, remembering something, and looked a little nervous.
Amid a wailing cry for mercy, the horse galloped at full speed.
Ronin ordered people to bring good tea, and the envoy tasted it leisurely. Dalaran was not big, and Garrosh's terrifying roar kept coming.
After a while, Garrosh was no longer able to scream, but soon the screams of his soul were heard.
Everyone's expressions changed. This kind of pain was not only reflected in the body, but also tortured the soul.
The pain of the body is limited, but the pain of the soul is endless.
An hour later, all that was left of Garrosh was his head and half of his spine.