Thrall delivered a letter to Tirion Fordring immediately accepted the order.
Thrall currently has few soldiers, with only a little over three thousand Orcs in his camp. If the two thousand Orcs from Icecrown Citadel could return, it would truly solve his immediate crisis.
By giving a specific code, Tirion Fordring delivered Thrall's letter to the Ghouls sent by Taelan.
In Icecrown Citadel, Thrall's letter fell into Robbie's hands.
In the letter, Thrall first hurled insults at the cruel Garrosh, claiming that Orcs were originally a benevolent race who never abandoned wounded soldiers, and that Garrosh had corrupted the Orcs' morals.
Thrall then spoke at length about family ties, claiming that all Orcs came from Draenor and were a loving family. Thrall swore in the name of the Savior that he welcomed these lost family members back.
Finally, Thrall recounted the feud between the Orcs and the Scourge, stating that the Scourge was merely using them and would cruelly kill them once they were no longer of any use.
At the end of the letter, Thrall seemed to mention unintentionally that because many male Orcs had died on the battlefield, a large number of strong female Orcs in Orgrimmar had lost their partners, were lonely and sleepless, and longed for strong male Orcs to embrace them.
It must be said that Savior 'Thrall letter was extremely persuasive. After reading it, Kel'Thuzad asked in bewilderment, "How should we deal with this letter?"
Robbie raised an eyebrow and said, "Of course we'll send this letter to the Orcs. If they want to go back, let them go. Our Scourge doesn't lack that kind of fighting force."
These two thousand Orcs, apart from their leader who was an avatar of Dranosh, were all Garrosh's subordinates. They had been rescued by the Scourge after being injured and were serving the Scourge in order to survive.
Robbie knew very well that gaining the loyalty of Orcs was difficult and required treating them with the cruelest methods, which was not Scourge was good at.
Dozens of copies of the letter were circulated among the two thousand Orcs, causing quite a stir. The Orcs' gazes were not friendly, especially the description of the female Orcs in Orgrimmar in the letter, which made the Orcs' eyes turn red, their breathing heavy, and they wished they could return to Thrall's side immediately.
Robbie didn't bother arguing with them, so he simply sent Orcs Legion to garrison behind Icecrown Citadel, ostensibly to monitor the movements of the Argent Crusade, but actually to give them a chance to escape.
As expected, the Orcs did not disappoint Robbie. In just one night, the two thousand Orcs had all fled and were waiting for Thrall in a small Valley at the location specified in the letter.
Before dawn, in the darkest hour before daybreak, the Orcs in the Valley finally received their help. A large number of torches appeared on both sides of the Valley, where rows of fully armed Orcs soldiers stood.
The Orcs looked up at the cliff, but didn't see Thrall. Their leader was a Troll. Vol'jin stroked his fangs and waved his hand, saying:
"Hurry up, try not to waste any time."
The Orcs officer beside him nodded, then swung his arm downwards with a sudden motion, unleashing a rain of arrows.
A simple massacre; two thousand Orcs were all dead, their corpses turned into Tough Jerky. Thrall, upon learning the news, sneered at Tirion Fordring beside him:
"This is the fate of the Betrayer. We Orcs have no tolerance for injustice; The Betrayer deserve only death."
The deaths of two thousand Orcs filled Tirion Fordring with Mercy. Those kind and noble Orcs had died just like that; Tirion Fordring's heart was clearly bleeding. He said with regret:
"What a pity. I will perform a ritual for them, so that their souls may find peace."
Thrall glanced sideways at Tirion Fordring and said menacingly:
"The two thousand Orcs who defected to the Scourge have already paid the price for their crimes. Now it's your turn, Tirion Fordring. I heard that a few days ago, ten thousand Argent Crusade couldn't bear the hunger and became minions of the Scourge."
Tirion Fordring paused for a moment, then quickly explained:
"Great Savior, those are merely ten thousand lowly humans, they do not deserve Mercy. Leave them to me. Arthas has now lost his last reliance. I will now lead the army to storm Icecrown Citadel and personally slay all the traitors."
Thrall grinned wickedly, then suddenly raised his arm and slapped Tirion Fordring away.
Tirion Fordring flew a long way like a broken rag doll, crashing heavily against a tent pole.
Thrall lunged forward, raining blows on Tirion Fordring's face until he was a bloody mess and on the verge of death.
Tirion Fordring had no idea what he had done wrong, only hearing Thrall's sinister laugh:
"Tirion Fordring, your ambition is too great, it's disgusting. Everyone knows the Scourge is finished. You can forget about getting the honor of destroying the Scourge. I will sell this honor for a good price. Destroying the Lich King Arthas is a feat that so many people dream of, a feat that will go down in history and be praised by all."
Thrall had already planned everything, and he dragged the dying Tirion Fordring to see the Emissary.
Thrall glanced at the injured Tirion Fordring, Emissary bothering to lift his eyelids, and asked, "Thrall, you hit Tirion Fordring again. That's not good."
Thrall smiled slightly, leaving Tirion Fordring aside, and said:
"My Emissary, I have an idea. As we all know, it is the will of Elune, to destroy the Scourge. To achieve this goal, we Orcs have paid a heavy price."
The Emissary looked at Thrall with suspicion and asked, "What do you want?"
Thrall's expression was serious, and he spoke with absolute certainty:
"Of all the races in the Alliance and the Horde, only we Orcs are truly loyal to the Elune. We Orcs have fought valiantly against the Scourge, while they have stood by and watched. Now that the Scourge is about to be destroyed, I need them to show their sincerity and demonstrate their loyalty to the Moon Goddess."
The Emissary's expression shifted slightly, and he asked curiously, "Thrall, do you intend for the Alliance Horde to lead their armies to attack Icecrown Citadel? To join forces and destroy Arthas? Are you willing to relinquish this honor?"
Thrall said with a sincere expression, "My Emissary, I care little for fame and have never cared about it. If this honor can be used to test the loyalty of all races to the Elune, I am willing to relinquish the credit for destroying the Scourge."
The Emissary messenger couldn't fathom Thrall's purpose, but with the Scourge's destruction looming, if they could unite the strength of the Alliance and the Horde to ascend Icecrown Citadel and destroy the Lich King Arthas, then Arthas would become the common enemy of Azeroth.
Not only did they take Arthas's life, but they also completely ruined his reputation.
This is exactly what the Elune wants to see, and the Emissary will be rewarded for it.
After careful consideration for a long time, the Emissary found the matter feasible and nodded in satisfaction.
"Thrall, your suggestion is excellent. If it succeeds, everyone's hands will be stained with the blood of the Scourge; no one will be innocent. This will allow us to speak with one voice, and Arthas's Evil will take deep root in people's hearts, plunging them into an abyss of no return."
Doing something well is not difficult, but doing it beautifully is the most difficult thing.
With the consent of the Emissary, Thrall immediately wrote to the Alliance and the Horde, inviting them, in the name of Elune, to join forces in storming Icecrown Citadel and annihilating the Evil Arthas.
As the saying goes, when a wall falls, everyone pushes it down; Thrall believed his plan would definitely succeed.