Tirion Fordring was once Undead creature, but in Moonglade, he was transformed back into a living person with the help of the Moon Goddess.
Given Saurfang's status, he already knew about this momentous secret.
If Dranosh could be resurrected
Such a scene appeared in Saurfang the Great's mind.
Orcs have no concept of good or evil, only the worship of the strong. With the support of the Scourge, Dranosh will return to Orgrimmar with boundless glory and will surely be warmly welcomed by his people.
The Saurfang Family now possessed the power to rival Thrall.
Despite the Scourge's weakening and the various unfavorable rumors surrounding it, Saurfang the Great believes that the Scourge remains a force to be reckoned with in Azeroth.
With the Scourge as their backer, what foolish Orcs would dare to disobey them? It's much better than their current situation.
Thinking of this, Saurfang's heart stirred, and he lowered his voice, saying:
"Dranosh, I am deeply saddened by your death. After all, we were father and son; there's nothing we can't talk about. Perhaps we can discuss it privately."
Dranosh saw through Saurfang the Great's thoughts at a glance, and grinned coldly, "Foolish old Orcs, the Scourge will not accept you. Your hands are stained with the blood of innocents. Only death is your true destiny. May your soul never find peace."
Saurfang the Great's intentions were exposed in public, and he was immediately filled with shame and rage.
"Dranosh, don't blame me for disregarding father-son ties. You're dead today! Valiant Orcs, attack! Cleanse the Saurfang Family!"
Saurfang the Great led his personal guard in a fierce battle against the Undead Orcs of Dranosh. The king's target was Dranosh, and both Orcs simultaneously entered a berserk state, their Battle Axes clashing together.
Dranosh was, after all, trained by Saurfang the Great, and their fighting styles were practically identical.
Dranosh was simply younger and stronger, standing out among Saurfang the Great's many sons, and he forced Saurfang the Great to retreat repeatedly.
Saurfang the Great was struggling to defend himself, but showed no fear, coldly replying:
"I'm sorry, my son, there are some moves I didn't teach you."
A gleaming Battle Axe appeared behind Dranosh; it was another Saurfang the Great, both wearing identical armor.
Unexpectedly, Dranosh was prepared. He saw the shadow behind him in the gleaming axe blade and immediately turned to parry the Battle Axe.
"Saurfang, the King of Ambush, I know your tricks very well, and they mean nothing to me." Dranosh said smugly, showing no fear in the face of the attacks from the two Saurfang the Great.
"You think that's all?" Saurfang the Great sneered sinisterly.
Behind Dranosh, another gleaming Battle Axe appeared, and a third Saurfang the Great emerged from the shadows, slashing at Dranosh's back.
Dranosh finally succumbed to the attack, and a sharp Battle Axe him in the back.
The Battle Axe Dranosh's body, but was quickly met with resistance and firmly held in place, unable to be pulled out. Dranosh coldly said:
"Father, have you forgotten that I am an Undead creature? The Scourge gave me a skeleton of steel; your Battle Axe is meaningless. Let me show you my true power."
Five Blood Beasts appeared at Dranosh's feet, lunging viciously at the three Saurfang the Great.
These Blood Beasts, resembling red Ooze, were covered in countless terrifying tentacles and spikes, enveloping Saurfang the Great's legs. Three Saurfang the Great wielded Battle Axes, hacking at the Blood Beasts, but they were like a mass of liquid, impossible to cut apart.
The Blood Beast's tentacles seeped into the gaps in the armor, spewing out streams of venom with terrifying corrosive and toxic properties.
Before long, the three Saurfang the Great could no longer stand. Their legs had been completely corroded, and the poison had seeped into their bodies, turning their skin an ominous black.
Dranosh stepped forward and removed the helmet of the first Saurfang the Great, revealing a young face that bore a striking resemblance to Saurfang the Great.
Dranosh frowned, then removed the other two helmets, but neither contained the real Saurfang the Great.
True heroes rarely personally lead troops into battle; they prefer to strategize and win battles from afar.
Saurfang the Great was incredibly cunning, and Dranosh knew perfectly well where he was hiding. These were just three of Saurfang the Great's hundreds of Bastard Sons, Dranosh's brothers.
Dranosh snorted coldly, beheaded one of Saurfang the Great, and shouted, "Saurfang the Great's head is here! Surrender now!"
Saurfang the Great's men were all elites, and they originally held an absolute advantage.
Unfortunately, the news of Saurfang the Great's death caused morale to plummet, the battle lines collapsed instantly, and many Veterans lost their courage and surrendered.
Although Dranosh lost more than half of his Undead Orcs, he was the ultimate victor, capturing more Orcs than the surviving Undead Orcs.
Dranosh looked at Jaina face was deathly pale, and laughed:
"Beautiful Lady Jaina, I once pursued you, but you were indifferent to me. This is a gift for you; I hope you will accept it."
Dranosh grabbed the fake Saurfang the Great's head and threw it at Jaina's feet.
Jaina was very clever and knew that she should not launch an attack on the Scourge without Thrall's orders, even if the Scourge had just been through a fierce battle.
Moreover, deep down, she always harbored a deep-seated fear of the Lich King Arthas.
Carrying the false head of Saurfang the Great, Jaina led the allied forces in a slow retreat.
Jaina didn't even want to look at the disgusting Orcs head, but one of her subordinates noticed something unusual and found a Magic Gem wrapped in parchment in the gap between the head and the armor.
This is a precious Communication Gem, engraved with dozens of Runes, which can only be opened by following a specific magical code.
The parchment containing the gem bore a message instructing Jaina to deliver it to the former Guardian, Aegwynn.
The message came from within the Scourge and could command Jaina. The intelligent Jaina quickly realized that it could only be from the captured Primordial Emissary.
"Could it be that Dranosh has already made contact with the Primordial Emissary?"
Jaina analyzed this possibility. Unable to decipher the Runes on the Communication Gem, she hesitated for a long time before deciding to deliver the gem to Aegwynn.
In the mage tower of Theramore, Aegwynn slowly sipped her tea, carefully examining the Communication Gem, and said with a chuckle:
"The Scourge captured the Primordial Emissary, but this sowed the seeds of future disaster. The Primordial Emissary's origins are mysterious, predating even Azeroth itself, and Mastery all sorts of strange and unusual magic—far beyond the reach of the young Arthas."
Jaina's expression of doubt flashed briefly, but she dared not voice her opinion in the face of the Guardian Aegwynn.
Aegwynn noticed Jaina's unusual behavior and chuckled:
"You're worried this is Scourge trick? Don't worry, look at the Runes on this gem. These are Runes personally passed down by Elune, used as a link between us and her Emissary. Even if Arthas extracted the Rune, without special techniques, they absolutely cannot be imitated."
Aegwynn had lived too long, and her judgments about certain things had become deeply ingrained.