With King Varian's permission, the Big Candle Gagg racked his brains and wrote a news report about King Varian's heroic victory.
In this fictional story, Varian is portrayed as a fearsome Warrior.
With a light leap, he scaled the city wall hundreds of meters high, killed dozens of Scourge generals and hundreds of thousands of Scourge soldiers, and successfully retreated.
But Varian was not content with false glory. He sent out scouts to explore and find a way to bypass the Wrathgate and attack Icecrown Citadel directly.
Unfortunately, on either side of the Wrathgate were continuous snow-capped mountains, where low temperatures and bitter cold were the most formidable enemies. Despite losing over a hundred scouts, they still hadn't found a suitable path.
With no other options, Varian could only remain at Fordragon Fortress. As the days passed, 20,000 Alliance soldiers and 50,000 Horde troops arrived one after another.
The Alliance and the Horde finally united to fight against the "Evil" Scourge.
The Savior Thrall delivered an important speech, successfully boosting morale.
Garrosh's 30,000 Orcs soldiers were the strongest force in the allied forces.
Although Varian led an army of the Alliance, giving him a numerical advantage, his morale was low, and he also had 20,000 untrained laborers and female soldiers, making his overall strength insufficient.
After being brutally tortured by the Emissary in Dalaran, Garrosh dared not use Alliance soldiers as rations, but he still found an opportunity to mock them:
"King Varian, what has made you so confused? He's just a mere Duke Bolvar; watch how I easily annihilate him."
Varian said coldly, "You won't say that when you see the Wrathgate."
Garrosh laughed heartily, "Foolish and laughable humans, seemingly indestructible. What good are walls hundreds of meters high? I have ways to make Duke Bolvar lose his advantage."
Varian didn't believe the Orcs were better than the human soldiers, and said coldly:
"What I want to see is not exaggerated and fabricated press releases, but real heroic killing. You can fool the humble masses, but you can't fool me."
Garrosh, his face contorted with rage, declared confidently, "Varian, I will soon have you convinced. The warriors of the Horde will overcome all difficulties."
The next morning, the deafening sound of war drums resounded.
Garrosh led 30,000 Orcs soldiers in an attack on the Wrathgate.
The suspicious King Varian discovered that behind the 30,000 Orcs soldiers was a group of robed humans and High Elves, each wielding a staff and possessing great magical power.
It turned out to be Dalaran Mages, led by Rhonin himself.
Varian finally understood the source of Garrosh's confidence.
Dalaran exists as a neutral entity. Although it receives taxes from the Alliance, the Alliance leaders cannot command it to serve the Horde in private.
Varian was seething with hatred, but there was nothing he could do.
Even so, Garrosh was still not satisfied and yelled at Rhonin:
"Rhonin, you promised me that Dalaran would become the Orcs' transport ship, carrying Orcs to the Wrathgate. Why did you only send a few hundred mages?"
Faced with the ferocious Garrosh, Rhonin trembled with fear and whispered an explanation:
"General, please calm your anger. We sensed a terrifying source of magical power near the Wrathgate, which we suspect belongs to the Scourge. If Dalaran approaches rashly, it could suffer a devastating blow."
Garrosh approached Rhonin, revealing a set of sharp teeth, and roared, spewing a foul stench:
"A false excuse! You think I don't know magic? Aren't you afraid I'll eat you? Your wife and children, none of them will escape. I'll tear them to pieces."
Rhonin was so frightened that he almost opened Portal to escape.
Thrall stepped forward and roared, "Release Rhonin, Garrosh! You've gone too far!"
It was a rare sight to see Thrall standing up for Rhonin. Garrosh turned his head, looked directly into Thrall's eyes, and grinned maliciously:
"Heh heh, Warchief, you actually believe in hypocritical humans?"
Thrall, with an air of seriousness and self-righteousness, said:
"The elements tell me that the source of magic is real. Although the Scourge cannot use it, if Dalaran gets close, it will cause great trouble, and we may all die."
Garrosh angrily waved his arms, threatening, "Very well, Thrall, I'll believe you for now. But if I find out you've been deceiving me, you'll all die."
After Garrosh left, Vol'jin lowered his voice and asked Thrall:
"Great Savior, does the source of magic truly exist?"
Thrall gave a sinister smile and said in a low voice, "Of course it exists, and I know more about it Rhonin. That's clearly the familiar power of the Burning Legion."
"The Burning Legion?" Vol'jin was stunned upon hearing this.
Thrall said mysteriously:
"The Wrathgate must be hiding a terrible conspiracy, Vol'jin. You need to make plans early and find an opportunity to get the Argent Crusade to withdraw. This is our best chance to turn the tide. Garrosh, Dranosh, Varian, all of you, die! I've had enough of them."
The hundreds of mages that Rhonin brought cultivated a massive Teleportation Array that could teleport five hundred Orcs onto the city wall at once.
Each teleportation requires half an hour to recharge.
In this way, the hundreds-of-meters-high city wall of the Wrathgate immediately became as flat as walking on flat ground.
Garrosh believed in his soldiers; if close combat broke out on the city walls, five hundred Orcs could hold off several times their number of the Alliance soldiers.
If Orcs Duke Bolvar can be successfully teleported, he will surely be defeated.
The first batch of soldiers teleported to the city walls was the most important. Garrosh personally selected five hundred elite soldiers and proudly said to King Varian:
"I've heard that Bolvar's men are the royal guards of Stormwind City, the elite of the elite. How long can they hold out against these valiant Orcs?"
King Varian's face was grim. With the help of the Dalaran Mages, Bolvar wouldn't last long. Years of experience had proven that melee combat with Orcs was not a wise choice.
The Teleportation Array flashed with countless lights. Five hundred Orcs, well-fed and full of energy, wore thick metal armor and wielded terrifying Battle Axes.
Hundreds of Dalaran Mages cast a spell together, and a bright spot of light fell on the high city wall, precisely at a weak point in the defenses, where only a few dozen soldiers were nearby.
The walls of the Wrathgate were far too long, and Duke Bolvar only had three thousand soldiers, which was severely insufficient to defend each location.
A flash of light, and the five hundred Orcs soldiers in the center of the Magic Circle disappeared, reappearing in the light spots on the city wall.
Faced with the Orcs soldiers who appeared out of nowhere, the Alliance soldiers did not panic at all. They drew their special weapons, which looked like Dwarf spears.
But what it exhaled was a terrifying aura of Frost.
Dozens of Frost auras intertwined, and before the five hundred Orcs soldiers could recover from the dizziness of the teleportation, they were all frozen into blocks of ice.
Logistics personnel quickly climbed the city wall, broke the ice, and methodically carried the frozen Orcs soldiers down, restoring peace to the city wall once more.
As if nothing had happened, the soldiers continued their patrol.
Garrosh was stunned, and after a long while, he flew into a rage, grabbing Rhonin by the collar:
Tell me, Rhonin, what exactly happened?