Tirion Fordring, who had always looked down on this replacement, retorted bluntly:
"Your King, I assure you, no one will believe such nonsense."
Varian was Tirion Fordring, feeling his dignity had been trampled on, and retorted unhappily:
"Duke Bolvar is a strict disciplinarian; his three thousand royal guards annihilated ten thousand elite Orcs. Does the Argent Crusade possess such combat power?"
Tirion Fordring immediately retorted:
"The Argent Crusade Consecration everything for Azeroth. Duke Bolvar, though powerful, had no place in Stormwind City, just like Duke Lothar who defeated the Orcs. The Wrynn royal family is the biggest cancer in Kingdom of Stormwind, only capable of harming loyal subjects and kneeling before the Orcs."
Varian glared fiercely at Tirion Fordring, but Tirion Fordring paid no attention. Tirion Fordring's relationship with the Orcs had become even closer, and he didn't take King Varian seriously at all.
"My ten thousand-strong army was thus wiped out."
Garrosh was very unwilling. What exactly happened in the fog? Clearly, the fog covering the city walls was not simple, leaving Garrosh hesitant.
Duke Bolvar's army was not just three thousand men; another three thousand soldiers climbed the city walls, carefully cleaned the Battlefield, and then patrolled as before.
Thrall's eyes darted around, and he chuckled, saying:
"Someone just told me we can conquer the Wrathgate, and I'm overjoyed. I'm ready to relinquish the Warchief's position. What, is the Legendary, Invincible Garrosh Imp? Like your father? He was just a dog!"
Thrall's provocation enraged Garrosh, who turned and glared at him.
"Thrall, cease your arrogance! Once I breach the Wrathgate, I swear to avenge my father. I believe many would love to see the great Savior don a collar and become a dog."
Despite his cunning nature, Garrosh often lost his composure.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Garrosh ordered his men to build a small pyramid at the front line, and his personal guards carried out more than a dozen large black barrels filled with magical seals from the Dragonbone Airship.
Under Garrosh's command, several Shaman built an Altar atop the pyramid and broke the magical seal on the barrel.
An aura of Fel energy emanated from the area, with a faint trace of Dragon's aura.
A drop of viscous green liquid dripped from the bucket, causing Thrall, Eitrigg, and the others to gasp in shock.
Dranosh was the most deeply moved, feeling an overwhelming sense of familiarity.
Before the Dark Portal opened, the Orcs drank the Blood of Mannoroth, gaining the Demons power of the Burning Legion, which helped them defeat the Draenei and invade Azeroth.
Although the Orcs outwardly refused to consume Demon Blood, they never stopped doing so in private. For example, Saurfang the Great was a fan of Demon Blood and couldn't go without it even once.
Dranosh's strength far surpasses that of his peers, partly due to his frequent consumption of Demon Blood to enhance his physique.
Garrosh took the cup, filled it with the green liquid, and poured it into his mouth without hesitation.
As this powerful energy entered his body, Garrosh's muscles swelled, his size increased, and his entire body was filled with explosive power.
"Thrall, do you recognize this liquid?" Garrosh asked.
"The Fel power of the Burning Legion," Thrall said, trembling.
Garrosh shook his head, his face ferocious, and said:
"Times have changed, Thrall. This is an improved version of pure Fel, ten times more effective than the Blood of Mannoroth, and it contains Dragon blood. Besides making us stronger, it also temporarily grants us magic resistance. I originally planned to use it after we stormed the Frozen Throne, but you forced me to do this."
Thrall fell silent, his heart filled with unease, and he was already secretly preparing his escape route.
Although he knew of the existence of the Dragonbone Airship, Thrall was kept in the dark about this new type of Fel. It seems that Garrosh was determined to obtain the Warchiefship and had secretly prepared this move.
Garrosh waved his fist:
"Thrall, remember your promise, the Warchief is mine now."
Twenty thousand Orcs soldiers lined up to ascend the Altar. The new type of Fel was not enough for all twenty thousand people. Ordinary soldiers could only absorb a small amount of Fel energy within the Magic Circle, while only the generals were qualified to drink a small cup.
Even a small amount of Fel increased the Orcs soldiers' strength several times over. They forgot their fatigue and pain, their eyes filled only with endless slaughter.
Garrosh called them the Fel Dragon Orcs.
The earth-shattering sound of war drums rang out, and at Garrosh's command, ten thousand Orcs soldiers, imbued with Fel, boarded ten Dragonbone Airships and flew towards the Heavenly Chasm Gate.
This time, the Heavenly Chasm Gate was not shrouded in mist, and everything was clearly visible.
Just like last time, it started with a baptism of Dragon's Breath.
Garrosh's eyes widened; he wanted to see how Bolvar's soldiers would dodge the Dragon's Breath.
Ten Dragonbone Airships, with fifty dragon heads spewing Flames simultaneously, their long Dragon's Breaths landing on the city walls, but not enough to cover the entire area, leaving some gaps.
The soldiers on the city wall remained calm and composed, like emotionless machines, anticipating the location of the Dragon's Breath heat.
There was no noise, no panic.
The Dragon's Breath ignited the hair of many soldiers, but none of them panicked. A few soldiers were unable to dodge and were set ablaze by the Dragon's Breath, but they remained silent until they were burned to ashes.
Thrall, Vol'jin, and Garrosh were dumbfounded. They had never seen such high-quality soldiers before. At this moment, they understood why the ten thousand Orcs soldiers had been defeated.
Ten Dragonbone Airships lowered their ropes, and Orcs, empowered by Fel and Dragon power, climbed the city walls one after another. With roars from the Orcs, the two sides immediately engaged in fierce combat.
The battle on the city walls quickly reached a stalemate.
Although the Orcs soldiers are empowered by Fel and Dragon power, making them extremely strong in individual combat and outnumbered, they are still at a disadvantage.
Bolvar's soldiers fight like machines, each movement near perfect, avoiding damage while maximizing the kill rate.
Even more powerful was their coordination. The soldiers formed neat formations and fought in unison, gradually breaking up the Orcs formation, wearing down the Orcs' stamina, and then slowly whittling them down.
The Orcs soldiers were cut off and surrounded, only to find themselves surrounded by their own kind, rendering them powerless to fight back.
Orcs rely on their superior physical abilities.
Bolvar's soldiers relied on their meticulous discipline and formidable combat skills; the three thousand soldiers were a unified whole, a machine.
King Varian watched with a mixture of trepidation and lingering fear.
If they hadn't acted decisively to expel Duke Bolvar, those few thousand soldiers alone would have been enough to overthrow the rule of House Wrynn.
Only Rhonin noticed something fishy: humans couldn't fight like Constructs, let alone coordinate so perfectly.
Anger, fear, cowardice, weakness, and varying levels of intelligence all affect soldiers' combat performance.
Only Undead creatures can do all this.
Rhonin hesitated for a moment, resenting Garrosh for throwing him to the ground, so he said nothing.
Seeing his 10,000 soldiers falling into a disadvantageous position, Garrosh, nearly losing his mind, led the last 10,000 soldiers onto the Dragonbone Airship, intending to wipe out the defenders in one fell swoop.
Ten Dragonbone Airships took off and gradually approached the Heavenly Chasm Gate.
Suddenly, ten cannons appeared on the city wall of the Heavenly Chasm Gate, their dark muzzles aimed at the Dragonbone Airship.