Jaina's inability to control the soldiers of Theramore led to various chaotic situations.
Afterwards, Velen found Jaina, loudly reprimanded Jaina for her incompetence, and demanded that Theramore compensate the Draenei for their losses.
Jaina just smiled faintly, refusing to admit that she had dismantled the Draenei's ship, which infuriated Velen to the point that he almost fainted, claiming that he had never seen such a shameless person.
Then, another unrestrained race emerged: the Darkspear Tribe led by Rokhan.
It's important to know that the original Darkspear Tribe had long been used as food for the Orcs' army; the current Darkspear Tribe was recruited from all over Azeroth to make up the numbers.
Most of them are scum, villains, wanted criminals, and even some Centaurs, Murlocs, Ogres, etc., who impersonate Trolls to join the Darkspear Tribe.
As soon as the twelve thousand Darkspear Trolls entered Northrend, a bloody storm immediately ensued.
Due to a lack of military supplies, the Darkspear Tribe entered the Argent Crusade's camp first. To avoid conflict, Tirion Fordring hastily ordered the Argent Crusade to exercise restraint and not to take action.
So the Darkspear Tribe settled in the Argent Crusade's camp and refused to leave, killing Argent Crusade Warriors for a hearty meal whenever they were hungry.
Within a few days, a large number of Argent Crusade Warrior were eaten.
But Tirion Fordring still ordered his soldiers to exercise restraint, claiming that everything was for the sake of Azeroth.
The warriors of the Argent Crusade displayed remarkable discipline, showing no resentment even when devoured by the Darkspear Trolls, and continuing to deliver daily speeches, loudly praising Tirion Fordring's greatness.
After more than 20,000 Argent Crusade were devoured by the Darkspear Trolls Clan, for some unknown reason, one morning, all 12,000 Darkspear Trolls withdrew.
Tirion Fordring excitedly replied:
"Warriors of the Argent Crusade, I have long said that the Horde is merciful and kind. If they want to devour you, let them. One day, our actions will move the Horde. For the love and peace of Azeroth, we must learn to endure and to enjoy."
The Argent Crusade erupted in cheers, the soldiers loudly praising Tirion Fordring's greatness.
The Darkspear Tribe retreated because Cairne Bloodhoof and his Tauren arrived in Northrend.
As one of the finest ingredients in Azeroth, the Tauren of Mulgore are renowned for their deliciousness, and normally only noble Orcs are entitled to enjoy them.
But this time, Thrall's Orcs were almost wiped out, so it was finally the Darkspear Tribe's turn. When the Darkspear Tribe rushed to the Tauren camp, they were met by the soldiers of Theramore.
Both sides had the same goal: to obtain valuable Tauren ingredients.
The Darkspear Tribe and the Theramore chieftains were locked in a stalemate outside the Tauren camp, with constant clashes and bloodshed.
In the end, it was the highly respected Cairne Bloodhoof who stepped forward and offered five thousand Tauren as provisions for the Darkspear Tribe and Theramore.
The turmoil has subsided for the time being, but the conflict between Theramore and the Darkspear Tribe has not ended. The two sides remain on the verge of conflict, and clashes occur from time to time.
This gave the Emissary a huge headache; unfortunately, controlling this group of undisciplined soldiers was no easy task.
This chaotic situation only changed when Sylvanas's Forsaken arrived in Northrend.
Sylvanas brought a total of 40,000 soldiers, 20,000 of whom were displayed openly, while the other 20,000 were hidden as a backup plan.
Upon learning of the chaos within the Allied Forces, Sylvanas went directly to see Thrall.
Thrall was terrified. Ever since recovering from his injuries, he had been hiding by the Emissary's side, never showing himself. In front of the Emissary, Sylvanas pressed him aggressively, questioning him:
"Thrall, you initiated this joint operation, but what have you accomplished? Before we even destroy the Scourge, the Alliance and Horde will likely be wiped out."
Thrall, hiding behind the Emissary, shrank back and weakly argued, "Sylvanas, don't forget I'm the victim. Three thousand valiant Orcs have fallen."
Sylvanas scoffed, "My Emissary, I believe Thrall is no longer qualified to lead the Alliance. I propose that whoever can resolve the conflict between the Alliance and the Horde should be qualified to lead Horde."
The Emissary hesitated for a moment. Although Thrall was the initiator, the Orcs army was nearly wiped out, and no one took Thrall's orders seriously anymore. So he said:
"Sylvanas, your suggestion is excellent. I'd like to know how you plan to handle the conflict between Theramore and the Darkspear Tribe?"
Sylvanas, beaming with pride, said:
"Those who disobey orders are a disorganized mob, unable to form an effective fighting force. Don't expect them to defeat the Scourge. I have only one method: kill them all and then transform them into Forsaken."
Thrall, indignant, jumped out and roared, "Sylvanas, you are too cruel! Did I go through all the trouble of gathering them in Northrend just to let them die in vain?"
The Emissary, however, had a different idea. After pondering for a long time, he glared and said:
"In extraordinary times, extraordinary measures are needed. Sylvanas, don't kill them all. I only allow you to kill a third, just enough to serve as a deterrent."
After receiving instructions from the Emissary, Sylvanas divided her army into two Legions of ten thousand men each, and launched simultaneous attacks on Theramore and the Darkspear Tribe.
There was no sneak attack, no conspiracy; the three parties engaged in a fair and square battle.
As it turns out, a disorganized rabble is very different from a real, regular Legion.
Under the overwhelming onslaught of the Forsaken army, Theramore and the Darkspear Tribes quickly collapsed, with soldiers scattering and fleeing, soon descending into a one-sided massacre.
Sylvanas exercised sufficient restraint, just as the Emissary commanded, killing only ten thousand Theramore soldiers and three thousand Darkspear Tribe, then converting them into Forsaken.
Thrall and Vol'jin stood on high ground, watching the Forsaken slaughter the soldiers of both races. Vol'jin, his face filled with worry, whispered:
"Great Savior Thrall, we barely managed to defeat the Scourge, but now the Forsaken at the height of their power. Neither the Darkspear Trolls nor the Orcs are a match for them. If this continues, the Horde will soon fall into the Forsaken's grasp."
Thrall seemed completely unconcerned, a sinister smile on his face. "Vol'jin, do you have a solution?"
Vol'jin pondered for a long time, then shook his head bitterly. "I can't think of a good solution."
Thrall chuckled coldly, his eyes widening as he asked, "Vol'jin, are you thinking that if Garrosh's 200,000-strong army were still around, they wouldn't fear the Forsaken? Perhaps this is a golden opportunity; why don't you pledge allegiance to Sylvanas?"
Vol'jin quickly bowed his head in apology, saying in a flustered voice, "Savior Lord, that's not what I meant."
Thrall gazed at Icecrown Citadel in the distance and said fiercely, "The Scourge is about to be wiped out, but we Orcs have also paid a heavy price. What's coming will come eventually."
Vol'jin sensed that Thrall was hiding something, but unfortunately, he couldn't guess what it was.
He successfully resolved the conflict between Theramore and the Darkspear Tribe, despite strong protests from Jaina and Rokhan, he gained the strong support of the Emissary.
The Emissary was very pleased with the Forsaken's performance, and Sylvanas replaced Thrall as the leader of the Allied Forces.