Ballistae were loaded with bolts as thick as an arm and aimed at the Frost Dragon in the sky.
These ballistae are magical creations of Dalaran, the culmination of countless Alliance craftsmen's efforts. They possess magical navigation devices, compensating for the Orcs' poor aim.
The Scourge Army's lack of fear became their weakness. The Frost Dragons flying in the air sensed the danger but did not flee, circling and trying to dodge the crossbow bolts.
Whoosh!
One after another, enormous crossbow bolts were fired, each with a long chain at the tail and barbs on its sharp tip. With the help of the navigation device, they could accurately pierce the Frost Dragon 'Frost Dragon body no matter how it tried to dodge.
Hundreds of Orcs pulled on the chains, and Frost Dragons flapped their wings violently, but to no avail. They were forcibly pulled down and quickly turned into fragments by the Orcs' Battle Axes.
Seeing the danger, the Scourge mages on the back of the Frost Dragon scattered and fled, most of them becoming Restless Souls of Orcs axes.
Most of the Frost Dragons perished; only a few received orders to retreat.
Having successfully defeated the defenders on the third level, the Scourge now has only one stronghold left before Garrosh: the infamous Frozen Throne.
The passage leading to the Frozen Throne spiraled upwards, covered by thick ice and snow. With a resounding horn blast, the Lich King Arthas's royal guards charged down.
These are thousands of Undead Vrykul warriors, clad in thick black armor and wielding all sorts of terrifying weapons.
Garrosh looked up and saw the Lich King Arthas, clad in black skull armor, holding Frostmourne, standing on the Frozen Throne overseeing the battle.
The towering Vrykul were even more robust than the Orcs; their every step shook the earth. Garrosh gasped, realizing this was going to be a tough battle.
With the great glory of annihilating the Scourge within his grasp, Garrosh gritted his teeth and revealed a cruel expression.
"Use the Rage Potion, fight to the death!" Garrosh ordered.
Although the passageway was wide, it could not accommodate ten thousand people fighting.
A thousand Orcs soldiers were the first to swallow the Rage Potion. Their eyes instantly turned red, and the bloodthirsty ferocity and Fel energy within them were simultaneously unleashed. Forgetting their pain and exhaustion, they roared and charged into the passage.
The Undead Vrykul were equally fearless, launching their attack from their elevated position. The two sides clashed, with the Vrykul's weapons clashing against the Orcs' Battle Axe.
In terms of strength, the Orcs were clearly at a disadvantage, and soon suffered heavy casualties.
As expected of the Lich King's royal guard, the Undead Vrykul were brave and experienced in battle. Countless Orcs were cut in half at the waist, and the wide passage leading to the Frozen Throne was soon filled with Orcs limbs and severed bodies. In less than five minutes, a thousand Orcs had perished.
Garrosh observed the battle closely. The Undead Vrykul were indeed far superior to the Orcs in combat, both in terms of strength and fighting skills.
But Garrosh occasionally caught glimpses of the Vrykul's aged faces through the gaps in their armor.
These Vrykul do not have unlimited stamina; they also get tired and need rest.
Realizing this, Garrosh immediately devised a plan to overwhelm the Vrykul with sheer numbers and wear them down.
Another thousand Orcs took Rage Potions and charged into the passage shouting slogans, but they were quickly wiped out by the Undead Vrykul.
Garrosh gave the Undead Vrykul no chance to breathe. Wave after wave of Orcs charged into the passage, which was covered in ice and snow and was already stained red with the blood of the Orcs, with a thick layer of muddy blood.
After sacrificing more than five thousand Orcs, the Undead Vrykul finally showed signs of fatigue; their movements were no longer as fluid, and their agility was diminished.
Garrosh sent out more Orcs, shouting loudly:
"Arthas, the Lich King, surrender! You can't hold out much longer."
On the Frozen Throne, Taelan, wielding Frostmourne, spoke with a majestic voice:
"A mere Orcs dares to storm the Frozen Throne? I don't know where you got the courage. Tremble before the Scourge, this is not a place for you."
Garrosh merely chuckled coldly and continued to command the Orcs, who had been given Rage Potions, to charge up the passage. When only two thousand Orcs remained by Garrosh's side, the Undead Vrykul, exhausted, finally succumbed to their wounds and collapsed on the path leading to the Frozen Throne.
"Arthas, you are left alone. How can you fight against my army?"
Garrosh was smug, feeling that he had already won. Although the Scourge was stronger than expected and the losses far exceeded his expectations, he was still the victor.
Taelan gripped Frostmourne tightly in both hands and said majestically:
"Orcs, you've got one thing wrong. The Scourge is me, I am the Scourge. Minions of the Scourge, heed my command, rise up, and cleanse this Corruption world."
Thousands of Restless Souls emerged from Frostmourne, and Scourge soldiers continued to rise from the ground. The fallen Orcs soldiers provided materials for the resurrection of the Scourge.
Garrosh was startled; if the recently fallen Undead Vrykul were to rise again, he would truly be defeated.
Fortunately, only ordinary Ghouls were resurrected. Although there were many of them, almost filling the passageway, they were just cannon fodder. Garrosh breathed a sigh of relief.
Garrosh raised his Gorehowl and roared in fury:
"Brave Orcs soldiers, for Azeroth, attack! The Scourge's crimes will be punished today! I, Garrosh Hellscream, am the Savior of Azeroth!"
The remaining two thousand Orcs were encouraged and charged into the passage, brandishing their Battle Axes.
These Ghouls, resurrected by Frostmourne, were stronger than the cannon fodder of the first layer. They successfully held off the Orcs, and with Taelan himself joining the fray, reaping the lives of Orcs soldiers, no one could stand a chance against him.
Garrosh never fights unprepared battles. He carefully observed the "Arthas" before him. Summoning the Scourge's minions seemed to have exhausted all his mana, leaving him to fight with brute force.
After assessing Arthas's strength, Garrosh believed he could defeat him and led his Personal Guard towards Arthas.
Garrosh's Personal Guard consisted of the strongest Orcs, who, wielding thick shields, pressed towards Arthas in layers, preventing him from casting Frostmourne. The Orcs behind the shield formation threw throwing axes.
Unfortunately, these throwing axes were unable to inflict effective damage on Arthas.
Garrosh calmly directed his Personal Guard to engage Arthas in close combat, focusing on defense rather than offense, gradually wearing him down. Arthas swung Frostmourne repeatedly, managing to cut down only a few Orcs, with little effect.
Arthas was indeed just a human being; he too could feel fatigue and pain.
Garrosh was completely relieved.
After sacrificing over a thousand Orcs, they successfully eliminated the minions summoned by Frostmourne, leaving only "Arthas" remaining.
The Orcs wrapped Arthas in layers of armor. Although Arthas was exhausted from his all-out resistance and was panting heavily, unable even to lift Frostmourne, his armor was incredibly sturdy, and the Orcs' Battle Axes had no effect on him.
Garrosh couldn't help but look at his own Gorehowl.