Garrosh trusted the Primordial Emissary implicitly, after all, the Primordial Emissary saved his life.
If the Primordial Emissary truly wanted to harm him, he only needed to do nothing.
Garrosh is destined to die in Icecrown Citadel. He is now a Scourge general, and his 200,000- Orcs army will become the Scourge's minions.
Garrosh carefully considered Tirion Fordring's suggestion and finally nodded in agreement.
Although Icecrown Citadel is spacious, it can only accommodate 10,000 soldiers fighting at the same time. Garrosh sends out 10,000 troops every day to launch a fierce attack on Icecrown Citadel.
The goal is not to conquer the Frozen Throne, but simply to eliminate the defenders on the first and second floors and deplete the Scourge's manpower. This would be tantamount to sacrificing the Lich King Arthas's life.
The first few days went smoothly. The Orcs overwhelmingly defeated the weak Scourge soldiers, and their losses were within acceptable limits.
However, the Scourge immediately adjusted its strategy, sending elite Undead Vrykul to guard the first level. The Orcs suffered extremely heavy losses, with thousands of Orcs dying in Icecrown Citadel every day.
When the loss of more than 30,000 Orcs began to shake Garrosh's confidence, and when the total number of deaths exceeded 50,000, Garrosh became suspicious and his mood soured.
Icecrown Citadel is like a terrifying abyss, constantly devouring the lives of Orcs.
While Garrosh hesitated, Taelan, a Scourge, promptly sent a message. Upon receiving the message, Tirion Fordring immediately informed Garrosh:
"Warchief, the Primordial Emissary told us we must persevere. The Lich King Arthas's lifespan is running out. If we give up now, all our efforts will be in vain."
Garrosh said sorrowfully, "I have lost fifty thousand Orcs. They could have conquered this world and wiped out all the intelligent races of Azeroth, but they were lost in vain. Do you know how much it hurts me?"
For the sake of the Orcs' victory, Tirion Fordring solemnly advised:
"Warchief, the Scourge is the greatest enemy hindering your unification of Azeroth. The Evil Arthas will never allow the Orcs to save Azeroth."
Garrosh knew this perfectly well, and gritted his teeth, saying:
"Damn Arthas, fine, I understand. I'll show the Scourge the Orcs resolve. Orcs will never back down in the face of death."
The news brought by the Primordial Emissary encouraged Garrosh, and he continued to persevere.
A few more days passed, and when the Orcs' losses reached 70,000, Garrosh's confidence wavered again. He became nervous, had nightmares every day, and was indecisive about the battle situation.
"Why isn't Arthas dead yet? I see no hope whatsoever," Garrosh complained to Tirion Fordring, no longer intending to send Orcs soldiers.
Just then, Tirion Fordring received another message from Taelan and sincerely said to Garrosh:
"The Primordial Emissary said: 'The only difference between the successful and the unsuccessful lies in perseverance. Warchief, you must believe in yourself, give the Orcs a chance to unify Azeroth, and give yourself a chance too. Arthas is old and frail, and is nearing death.'"
Garrosh shook his head, looking distressed, and said:
"But I really can't see any hope. All I see are the deaths of countless Orcs soldiers. You know, I haven't dared to sleep these past few days. Every time I try to sleep, I see them complaining to me."
Tirion Fordring earnestly instructed, "The Primordial Emissary said that success requires climbing one hundred steps. You have already climbed the ninety-ninth step. If you give up now, those Orcs will have sacrificed themselves in vain. You must be a warrior in life, not a coward."
Azeroth doesn't yet have a culture of inspirational platitudes, Garrosh couldn't stand it. His blood boiled, and he shouted:
"We Orcs are warriors, not cowards. Rest assured, I will persevere to the end."
Garrosh once again dispatched an army of 10,000 Orcs daily to launch a fierce attack on Icecrown Citadel.
When the death toll reached 100,000, the Scourge remained steadfast, and Garrosh's confidence completely collapsed.
At this moment, Garrosh was filled with immense inner conflict. On one hand, his Orcs soldiers were constantly dying; on the other hand, he was tempted by the prospect of annihilating the Scourge. This tormented him, keeping him awake all night. Dejected, he sought out Tirion Fordring, burying his face in his hands and weeping bitterly.
"The sacrifice of a hundred thousand Orcs soldiers still hasn't exhausted the lifespan of the Lich King Arthas. It's not that I don't trust the Primordial Emissary, but the Scourge is incredibly cunning. Perhaps even the Emissary has been fooled. Tirion Fordring, tell me quickly, what should I do?"
Tirion Fordring was also conflicted at this moment, vaguely sensing that something was wrong. A full 100,000 Orcs, enough to wipe out the Alliance, yet they died without any explanation.
"I don't know. Taelan sent another message, saying that the Primordial Emissary has been imprisoned and can no longer send messages. Damn it, have we really been tricked?"
In any case, Garrosh, whose confidence had collapsed, refused to send troops again, and the two sides entered a stalemate.
After the Orcs ceased their attack, the Emissary quickly received the news and rushed to the allied camp.
Upon seeing the incredibly haggard Garrosh, the Emissary was greatly surprised, but asked in a questioning tone:
"Garrosh, I elevated you to Horde of the Warchief so that you could fight against the Scourge, but what I see is this? Why has the attack ceased?"
Exhausted and with dark circles under his eyes, Garrosh said weakly, "My Emissary, we have lost 100,000 Orcs. Here's what happened."
The Emissary fell into thought after hearing this. He also didn't know much about the Scourge, and in order to maintain harmony with the Primordial Emissary, he couldn't say that the other party was wrong.
But a full 100,000 Orcs have already perished in Icecrown Citadel. If those responsible aren't held accountable, how can authority be established, and how can subordinates be trusted?
To keep the war going and to appease Garrosh, the Emissary a stern face and coldly asked, "Who came up with the idea of sending ten thousand Orcs to attack Icecrown Citadel every day?"
Garrosh realized something and quickly said, "It's Tirion Fordring."
The Emissary glared fiercely at Tirion Fordring beside him. "Tirion Fordring, you're quite something. I've long suspected you're colluding with the Scourge. Now what do you have to say for yourself?"
Tirion Fordring was terrified and hurriedly protested, "My Emissary, I'm innocent! I've been utterly loyal to the Horde, betraying countless humans. Heaven and earth bear witness to my loyalty to the Horde!"
The Emissary stared at Tirion Fordring: "Hmph, Tirion Fordring, don't try to deny it. The needless sacrifice of 100,000 Orcs is the best proof. Guards, strip Tirion Fordring naked and hang him on the flagpole outside. Let him repent in the cold winds of Northrend."
Tirion Fordring tried to explain, but the Emissary punched him in the mouth, rendering him speechless. The Orcs soldiers took Tirion Fordring away, and the Emissary coldly gave the order:
"Garrosh, I now command you to lead an army of 100,000 men, day and night, relentlessly attacking Icecrown Citadel until the Lich King Arthas is destroyed."
"This is tantamount to gambling everything," Garrosh exclaimed in surprise. "But..."
There are no "buts"!
The Emissary coldly interrupted Garrosh, threatening, "Garrosh, remember this: Thrall is alive, and he could replace you at any time."
Garrosh hesitated for a moment, then had no choice but to agree.