"Why not try a different approach?" Robbie suggested in front of the numerous Scourge mages, "Why don't we change the resurrection target to Dranosh Saurfang?"
Dranosh Saurfang, Saurfang the Great, is a young orc general Orcs is on par with Garrosh.
Legendary Dranosh was stronger than his father, capable of destroying Azeroth with a single punch. If he hadn't died, the Scourge wouldn't have dared to attack the Alliance and the Horde.
There are many theories about Dranosh's death, but the most common one is that the Void Lords, along with seven other incredible beings, besieged Dranosh, and the battle lasted for seven days and seven nights.
It took the deaths of three incredible beings, and even the Void Lords himself was severely injured, to barely manage to kill him.
This great hero of the Horde saved the Azeroth countless times and enjoys an extremely high reputation in both the Alliance and the Horde. Many Alliance soldiers regard him as their idol, second only to the great Savior Thrall.
Were there any Alliance soldiers willing to sacrifice themselves for them? The answer is definitely yes.
Kel'Thuzad was inspired and nodded repeatedly:
"Yes, that's a good idea. We need a complete plan."
Tirion Fordring achieved his first victory against the Scourge. Thrall, though outwardly pleased, was inwardly deeply resentful, dreaming of stealing the glory of defeating the Scourge.
After the victory celebration, Thrall sought out Vol'jin to discuss the matter.
"The Scourge is weakened. Tirion Fordring is incredibly lucky. Although he is Elune's chosen Savior, are we just going to watch him rise to power? I'm not willing to accept that."
It's hard to fathom the thoughts of important people, just like Thrall's ideas are always changing.
Back when the Scourge, Thrall strongly supported electing Tirion Fordring as the leader of the Argent Crusade.
Tirion Fordring was hardworking and conscientious, and he obtained a large amount of military provisions for the Horde.
Tirion Fordring initially thought Tirion Fordring was merely a loyal lackey of the Horde, but seeing his lackey achieve such success Thrall feeling uneasy. Unfortunately, Thrall was currently short of military supplies and his forces were severely depleted.
Vol'jin, harboring doubts and secretly trying to fathom Thrall's thoughts, tentatively said:
"My Savior, Tirion Fordring is, after all, a human, not of our Horde's race, so it's only right that we be wary of him. But now that the Alliance leader Varian has disappeared, and the imposter Varian refuses to cooperate with us, we have no other choice."
Thrall, his brow furrowed and eyes wide, slammed his fist on the table in anger.
"Vol'jin, you're wrong. The Scourge is as weak as a sheet of paper now, posing no threat to the Horde. Tirion Fordring is useless now. I can almost see it: in the near future, Tirion Fordring will be bossing me around, not taking me seriously at all, while you, Vol'jin, are just a lowly Darkspear Trolls. Tirion Fordring could cook you and eat you at any time."
Thrall's words touched Vol'jin, who lowered his head and pondered for a long time:
"My Savior, we have leverage over Tirion Fordring. I've heard that Tirion Fordring son, Taelan, is infiltrating the Scourge. If Taelan joins the Scourge, Elune, will surely become suspicious of him. Once we lose Moon Goddess's support, we can devour Tirion Fordring at any time."
Thrall's eyes darted around, and he chuckled, "Very good, Vol'jin, this has great potential. What's your plan?"
Vol'jin raised the corners of his mouth and smiled wickedly:
"Within the Horde, the Forsaken fears Tirion Fordring the most is Sylvanas. The Forsaken are essentially no different from the Scourge. If Tirion Fordring succeeds, he could threaten the safety of the Forsaken at any time. We can use Sylvanas to deal with Tirion Fordring."
Thrall pondered for a moment, then nodded and said, "Vol'jin, you'll handle this."
While the two were discussing this privately, a series of rumbling sounds suddenly came from outside the tent.
Thrall and Vol'jin rushed out of the tent, only to see a great fire blazing in the direction of the Wrathgate, the raging Wrathgate illuminating half the sky. Both of them were greatly surprised.
Not long after, news of the Wrathgate arrived: the Red Dragon Queen had led the Red Dragonflight to annihilate Duke Bolvar's garrison, but more than thirty Red Dragons had perished in the battle.
Thrall felt incredulous and had a vague sense of foreboding, but at the moment his mind was focused on Tirion Fordring and he didn't think much of it.
The following day, Tirion Fordring led the Stormwind City army and the Argent Crusade to launch another attack on Icecrown Citadel.
The initial advance went smoothly, successfully eliminating two thousand Scourge soldiers and repelling two Scourge generals, keeping the casualty ratio at around one to one, and it looked like another great victory was on the horizon.
Just as Tirion Fordring was feeling smug, the allied forces encountered trouble.
Orcs Undead have appeared within the Scourge, led by a young Orcs general who calls himself Deathbringer Saurfang.
This group of Orcs Undead was small, only about a thousand strong, but they were well-equipped and the poorly-fighting allied forces were no match for them.
After sacrificing three thousand soldiers, Tirion Fordring had no choice but to retreat.
Tirion Fordring returned to the camp dejectedly, only to find Thrall grinning wickedly with a sinister expression.
"What? The Holy Light, which prides itself on Justice, can also suffer defeat? Do you think the Scourge will willingly lay down their weapons and kneel down to surrender to you?"
Tirion Fordring hurriedly said obsequiously, "Great Savior, I dare not presume. We have encountered a small group of Orcs Undead. Please, Savior, lend us a hand."
Thrall's army wasn't large, but he still had a couple thousand. Tirion Fordring estimated that the Undead Orcs were slightly weaker than the living Orcs.
Thrall remained silent. A slender figure appeared behind him—it was Sylvanas. Tirion Fordring was stunned. He had no idea when Sylvanas had arrived at the front lines.
Sylvanas asked calmly, "I've heard that the leader of the Undead Orcs calls himself Deathbringer Saurfang. Are you sure he's Dranosh?"
Tirion Fordring hesitated for a moment, then shook his head and said, "I can't confirm at the moment."
Sylvanas said solemnly, "The Scourge has resurrected the Orcs. This is no small matter. Tirion Fordring, we must contact Taelan and confirm whether this person is Dranosh."
Tirion Fordring had not contacted Taelan for several days. Although Sylvanas's commanding tone displeased Tirion Fordring Thrall no choice but to agree.
Outside Icecrown Citadel, Tirion Fordring sent a messenger, but instead of finding Taelan, he encountered a Ghoul delivering a letter.
The messenger delivered the letter to Tirion Fordring. It was a magical letter; Tirion Fordring had diluted his own blood and dripped it onto a blank sheet of paper, on which lines of clear writing appeared.
Tirion Fordring was greatly alarmed upon seeing this, realizing it was a serious matter. He dared not act rashly and hurriedly reported it to Thrall.
Inside Thrall's Tent, besides Vol'jin and Eitrigg, Tirion Fordring saw Sylvanas again, and a bad feeling crept into his heart.
Thrall read the secret letter sent by Taelan, then handed it to Vol'jin, who was standing nearby, and it was passed around among those present.
In the letter, Taelan recounts that the Scourge has found a way to slow down aging: creating Orcs soldiers, with Dranosh's soul being the most crucial element, playing a pivotal role.
If the Scourge solves the aging problem, then the Alliance and the Horde will inevitably suffer defeat.
Strangely, Thrall didn't say anything about it, but Sylvanas asked in confusion:
"Tirion Fordring, you said the messenger didn't see Taelan?"
Tirion Fordring was puzzled by everyone's reaction and nodded, "Yes."
Sylvanas stared at Tirion Fordring with a sinister gaze, seizing on this point and pressing, "Why haven't I seen Taelan? I need a reasonable explanation."