Before the Dark Portal opened, the Badlands were covered with dense primeval forests, teeming with diverse flora and fauna, and home to the largest settlement of Forest Trolls in the Eastern Kingdoms.
After the Dark Portal opened, with the help of the Forest Trolls, the Orcs used the Badlands as a logistical base.
To sustain their protracted wars, the Orcs cut down vast amounts of timber, killed every edible animal, Corruption water sources, and devoured Forest Trolls.
Finally, Gul'dan's Warlocks used Demons magic to scorch the land, turning it into the barren, desolate wasteland it is today.
The two most powerful Orcs of the time engaged in an earth-shattering battle in the Badlands for the benefit of their behind-the-scenes forces. The Badlands trembled, as if a torrential downpour had fallen on the Barrens, causing a great flood.
In the Badlands Uldaman Digsite, miners huddled in damp caves, secretly watching the great battle raging in the sky. Among the miners were strong Dwarves, as well as filthy Troggs and Kobolds.
"Wow, wow, look, that's my idol Thrall! He once shattered the Pantheon with a single punch!" a Dwarf exclaimed dramatically.
"Warchief Garrosh is the strongest," the Troggs retorted in a deep voice. "Garrosh once defeated the Void Lords."
A Kobold said listlessly, "Gentlemen, don't you know that we could be dead at any moment?"
The water level is gradually rising, and the muddy floodwaters could submerge the cave at any time.
The miners fell silent; facing imminent death, they finally abandoned their pretense.
"Damn it, Thrall is a despicable bastard, he's more shameless than the dirtiest Goblin," the Dwarf cursed.
"Garrosh is a stinking rat in the mine, I wish I could tear him to pieces," the Troggs muttered in dissatisfaction.
The saying goes that a dying man's words are good; for these ordinary miners, this was the only thing they could do before they died to express their opinions about important figures.
The battle, which had lasted for several days, drew the attention of all the races of Azeroth. King Bronzebeard of Ironforge, pale-faced, locked himself in a secret chamber, clutching the Titans Relics tightly in his hands.
The Barrens are too close Badlands Ironforge, and King Bronzebeard is worried that Ironforge will be affected. Although the Titans Relics are powerful, he is not confident that he can defeat these two the Destroyers.
In Stormwind City, King Varian ordered his guards to pack their bags; a large ship was ready at the port at any moment, ready to flee at the slightest sign of trouble.
In a battle of world-ending magnitude, the power of mortals is utterly insignificant.
News of the fierce battles that had raged in the Badlands quickly reached the ears of the people of Stormwind City. They speculated about the terrifying beings fighting Thrall and Garrosh, and were filled with confidence in Thrall and Garrosh, believing that they could save the world once again.
However, some clever people made preparations early on to escape Stormwind City.
Every day, wagons loaded with furniture hurriedly drove out of Stormwind City. The people laughed at the fugitives' ignorance, but as the number of fugitives increased, panic gradually ensued.
King Varian immediately ordered Stormwind City to be sealed off, allowing entry but not exit.
This order exacerbated the spread of panic, and countless rumors circulated among the people. In order to stabilize public morale, Varian had to personally step forward and give a speech, claiming that Stormwind City was safe and that the Savior Thrall and Warchief Garrosh would surely defeat the enemy.
Unfortunately, the King's lie couldn't last long, and more and more people realized that there was no enemy at all; it was just a civil war between two Orcs.
If one side wins, Stormwind City could very well be destroyed.
In their desperate attempt to escape Stormwind City, the people devised all sorts of bizarre methods. As the Stormwind City Guard began to join the fleeing ranks, Varian was powerless to stop them.
In the end, more than half of the people fled, and the remaining people were all loyal followers of Thrall and Garrosh, who did not believe that the merciful Orcs would slaughter humans.
The battle between Garrosh and Thrall lasted for more than half a month. The two fought like war machines without sleep or rest. One morning, they both chose to cease hostilities.
"Why are you so obsessed with Azeroth?" Thrall asked expressionlessly.
"I have my reasons for being determined to win," Garrosh replied. "And what about you?"
"Like you, I also have my reasons for being determined to win." Thrall's expression was calm.
"You have already lost," Garrosh said slowly. "You relied on forcibly enslaving Water Elementals to condense a Pure Water Body, and after so many days, the seals on the Water Elementals have long since loosened."
Thrall smiled slightly and said, "How long can you hold on? You fight by combining flesh and blood with the elements. Although the elements are endless, your physical body is on the verge of collapse."
Both sides fell silent.
Robbie, standing nearby, had already noticed that the two men's demeanor and expressions were completely different from usual.
According to Robbie's observation, after days of fighting, Thrall and Garrosh's consciousness was exhausted and they had fallen into a coma, with someone behind the scenes secretly taking control of their bodies.
Thrall smiled slightly and said, "Since neither of us is certain of victory, why not temporarily cease hostilities to avoid others profiting from the conflict? What do you think?"
Garrosh said calmly, "That suits me perfectly. I need to go to Stormwind City to replenish my lost flesh."
Thrall calmly replied, "Indeed, Stormwind City has a port; I can use the power of the ocean to repair the seal on the Water Elementals."
Neither of them trusted the other and needed to stay together to keep an eye on each other, so they chose Stormwind City, which is close to the sea.
When Varian learned that Thrall and Garrosh were flying to Stormwind City, he was terrified and hastily left Prince Anduin he led his guards to the port.
Unfortunately, Varian miscalculated and was betrayed by his most trusted subordinate. By the time he arrived at the dock, the large ship had already sailed away from the port and disappeared into the sea and sky.
Varian slumped to the ground, utterly despondent.
"What are you worried about?" a voice asked.
Varian looked on in surprise and followed the sound.
To be able to approach the King is surrounded by many guards, without making a sound is clearly not the work of an ordinary person.
Varian saw a tall, middle-aged man with a natural kingly aura. His short, jet-black hair was neatly trimmed and shiny, his beard was clean-shaven, and his thin face had an eagle-like appearance, giving off a terrifying sense of oppression.
"Who are you?" Varian asked in terror.
The middle-aged man smiled, revealing a set of pearly white teeth:
"I am Lord Prestor, you must know my other name, Deathwing."
"Deathwing, is that you?" Varian raced. Apart from some disrespect towards the Black Dragon Princess Onyxia, he seemed to have not offended the Black Dragonflight, so he was slightly relieved.
Deathwing in human form gracefully bowed deeply:
"King Majesty, I am aware of the crisis facing Stormwind City. Stormwind City is no match for those two. The Black Dragonflight is willing to help you defend Stormwind City, but only at a price."
"What price is required?" Varian asked hastily. In his mind, Dragonkin liked luminous objects like gems, but Deathwing shouldn't be so vulgar.
Deathwing's sharp eyes were fixed on Varian:
"The Alliance and the Horde are at war, determined to annihilate the Orcs at all costs. The Black Dragonflight will provide covert assistance. Do you agree, King Varian?"