Sylvanas led Antonidas and the others into Orgrimmar. The Orcs city was filled with joy and decorations, and the Orcs took to the streets, their faces beaming with smiles.
The duel between Garrosh Hellscream and Cairne Bloodhoof, secretly orchestrated by certain individuals, became a grand celebration.
First, under the leadership of the Goblin Gazlowe, a large number of houses in the Valley of Strength were demolished, leaving countless Orcs separated from their families, homeless and destitute.
But they were still very happy, at least on the surface.
A large group of Orcs broke ground and worked continuously for several days and nights, with thousands of laborers dying from exhaustion. Thanks to the help of the Dalaran Mages, a giant arena was built.
On the day of the duel, the arena was packed. Almost all the prominent figures from the Alliance and the Horde were present. Sylvanas met Medivh's son, Med'an, who had recently been locked in a fierce Cho'gall, the leader of the Twilight's Hammer, and was enjoying unparalleled fame, making him the envy of many.
The duel was presided over by General Nazgrim, an Orcs Warrior whom Garrosh had promoted and who was now a favorite in Orgrimmar, almost like Vol'jin was to Thrall.
"Champions of Azeroth."
Nazgrim shouted with great vigor:
"Ever since the great Orcs crossed the Dark Portal, they have been dedicated to creating peace in Azeroth, saving the Azeroth time and time again. Countless heroic Orcs have emerged, some of whom shattered the Pantheon with a single punch, some of whom easily defeated Sargeras, and some of whom crushed the Argus Planet with a single hand."
"Among all the Orcs Warriors, there is one Orcs who stands out like an Orcs among stars, exceptionally outstanding. He is our great Warchief Horde, Garrosh Hellscream. Let's give him a round of applause."
A thunderous applause erupted in the arena, surging like a tide and lasting for a long time. Garrosh stood up and smiled as he gestured to the crowd.
The applause lasted for most of the day. Many Orcs' hands were covered in blood, revealing their white bones, yet they still dared not stop, shouting Garrosh's name with all their might.
Witnessing the glory of Warchief Garrosh was so exciting that thousands of Orcs lost their lives during the applause alone.
Then, Nazgrim, whose legs were numb from standing and who was starving, introduced Cairne Bloodhoof, his expression changing as he said sarcastically:
"Once upon a time in Orgrimmar, there lived a wicked Orcs named Thrall, who boasted of being the son of Durotan, but was in reality a lowly bastard who used barbaric and deceptive means to falsely claim to be Savior. Thrall's greatest accomplice was Cairne Bloodhoof. Now Thrall has been punished, Warchief Garrosh earnestly advised Cairne to be kind, but he simply wouldn't listen. Therefore, according to the ancient and great tradition of the Orcs, a duel must be held."
This new revelation was like a bombshell, and media outlets from all over Azeroth were scrambling to write new articles.
Nazgrim proclaimed, "Poor Cairne Bloodhoof, you dare to challenge the great Warchief Garrosh! This is a duel with no suspense whatsoever. Let us wait and see. Before the duel begins, Cairne Bloodhoof is willing to Consecration many of his children for the Orcs to devour."
As soon as the words were spoken, the arena resounded with the deafening sound of gongs and drums, and the Orcs erupted in cheers. Many of the Tauren present were moved to tears, weeping and lamenting:
"To become food for Orcs, as a Tauren, this life has been worthwhile."
"Despicable Cairne Bloodhoof, his children have the good fortune to become Orcs food; it must be a blessing from Earth Mother."
"Thanks to Garrosh's kindness, Cairne Bloodhoof has been granted this great honor. Tauren will always be food for Orcs."
Over a hundred minotaurs were brought to the center of the arena. They were Cairne's many children. Garrosh's intelligence work was excellent; he hadn't missed a single one.
In the center of the arena stands a giant cauldron with a diameter of over fifty meters. This is a magical craft from Dalaran, with its bottom covered with precious Magic Gems to ensure that the entire cauldron is heated evenly. It only takes a few minutes to boil a pot of water.
Once the water in the pot boiled, Garrosh nodded, and Cairne's children were stripped naked, washed clean, and thrown into the pot like dumplings.
A large group of Orcs laborers pushed dozens of carts of seasonings, continuously pouring them into a large pot, and the aroma quickly filled the entire arena.
The sharp-eyed Garrosh suddenly spotted a small figure beside the cauldron—it was one of the escaped children of Cairne. Garrosh's face hardened, and he asked in a loud voice:
"Can anyone tell me what's going on?"
Nazgrim said ingratiatingly, "Warchief, he is Cairne's fifty-third son Baine Bloodhoof. When the Chef were putting him into the cauldron, they were surprised to find that he wasn't Tauren."
"Not Tauren?" Garrosh murmured in surprise, "Could it be that one of Cairne Bloodhoof's many wives has the Betrayer?"
Nazgrim shook his head and explained:
"The Chef noticed something was off about Baine's body odor. Shaman investigated thoroughly and confirmed that Baine Bloodhoof is a purebred Quilboar. We suspect the real Baine is dead, Quilboar spy used special magic to impersonate Baine. Poor kid, he's probably been acting for too long and has developed mental problems, firmly believing he's Tauren."
Garrosh almost burst out laughing, then his eyes lit up and he smiled:
"The Tauren are short a chieftain. A Quilboar serving as Tauren chieftain? Heh heh, without blood ties, he'd never serve the Tauren. Bring this Baine to me; I want to ask him myself."
Several burly Orcs brought Baine before Garrosh, Baine continued arguing with those around him, "You must have made a mistake. I really am a Tauren, not a filthy Quilboar."
Upon seeing Warchief Garrosh, Baine immediately knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly.
Garrosh held his breath, and suddenly a dangerous aura emanated from him. Nazgrim and his confidants hurriedly took a few steps back, their palms sweating profusely.
In Garrosh's black-and-white vision, a strong Quilboar was indeed kneeling before him. Garrosh nodded, and his vision returned to normal.
"Baine Bloodhoof, you are the strongest Tauren I have ever seen."
Baine glanced smugly at the Orcs arguing with him, a victorious expression on his face, and said obsequiously, "The Warchief is wise; these people insist on attacking my Quilboar."
Garrosh smiled slightly and said, "I can guarantee that no one will call you Quilboar anymore. Your brothers and sisters are all in that cauldron. I wonder what you think about that?"
Baine tried to feign sadness, but felt no sorrow in his heart, so he honestly said, "It is an honor for the Orcs to become their food."
Garrosh was very satisfied with Baine's answer and said loudly:
"The Tauren of Mulgore need a leader. Baine Bloodhoof, you are Cairne Bloodhoof's son, and from this day forward, you are the Tauren Chieftain."