Jaina's actions only added to Sylvanas's troubles.
In the letter, Jaina wrote the following:
"Honorable Warchief Garrosh, you are a great hero of the Horde, the Savior of Azeroth. Sylvanas, as a lowly leader of the Forsaken, was fortunate to be protected by the Horde and thus escaped annihilation by the humans. Now, she shows no gratitude and has arbitrarily sent troops to the Kingdom of Gilneas. This is contempt for the Warchief and betrayal of the Orcs."
Garrosh read Jaina's letter, his expression shifting between anger and uncertainty. He respectfully asked Doras, who was standing beside him, "My dear Doras, what are your thoughts on this matter?"
Doras's fat face jiggled as he coldly said:
"Garrosh, you must understand that Horde Warchief's rule relies on authority. Sylvanas's decision to send troops to Gilneas without informing the Warchief shows she doesn't respect you. She must pay the price."
Garrosh smiled cruelly, "That's what I'm thinking too. Tomorrow I'll send troops to Undercity, smash Sylvanas's throne, and let her know who the Warchief Horde is."
Doras glared at him angrily:
"Garrosh, I taught you that you can't act impulsively. You must consider everything carefully and take all aspects into account. You must uphold the dignity of the Horde while also considering its interests."
Garrosh hesitated for a moment, then obediently asked, "Queen Doras, please teach me."
Doras snorted coldly:
"Without me, I really don't know how you'll be able to hold onto this Warchief. Since Sylvanas didn't inform you about the invasion of Gilneas, just pretend you didn't know. Under the pretext of attacking Ashenvale, order the Forsaken to send troops to assist. If Sylvanas is smart enough, she'll come to Orgrimmar to apologize, and you can order her to relinquish the Gilneas territory she's occupied. If she doesn't know what's good for her, then you'll have a reason to send troops, and Horde with the various Horde races to besiege Undercity."
Garrosh exclaimed, "Brilliant! Brilliant! I will act immediately."
Just as the two were discussing this, Robbie sent a fake messenger into Orgrimmar with a letter from Sylvanas requesting reinforcements.
When Doras read the letter, his heart skipped a beat:
"This is bad. With this letter, Sylvanas has enough reason to annex Gilneas. Damn it, that Banshee has gotten smarter."
Garrosh said in a low voice, "Then I'll take this opportunity to send troops to Gilneas."
Doras shook his head. "No, that would be tantamount to the Forsaken and the Orcs joining forces to annex Gilneas. At most, they would only gain half the territory, which wouldn't serve as a deterrent to Sylvanas. We must come up with a foolproof plan."
Rokhan, standing to the side, cautiously said:
"From what I know, this isn't Sylvanas's style. She's an opportunist, ambitious, domineering, and greedy. How could she willingly share Gilneas with the Warchief?"
Doras's eyes lit up, and he slapped his thigh, saying:
"That's right, this SOS letter is fake. Someone must be impersonating Sylvanas's messenger. Garrosh, immediately send a large army to Gilneas and oversee the battle from the sidelines. Once the Forsaken have captured the capital, we can rightfully occupy the entire territory of Gilneas. By the time Sylvanas realizes what's happening, Gilneas will already be ours."
Garrosh was overjoyed and summoned General Nazgrim. An Orcs army set sail, their destination the Kingdom of Gilneas.
Protected by a large horde of Abominations, Cairne Bloodhoof personally went to the front lines to command the battle.
From the very first encounter with the Forsaken, Lyral felt extremely uncomfortable.
Cairne Bloodhoof did not send out his main force. Under the cover of Undead Archers, he launched an attack with an endless Cannon Fodder Troops, relentlessly assaulting the city walls like a tidal wave.
In terms of offensive capabilities, the Forsaken seem weak and lacking compared to the Orcs' terrifying explosive power.
The Forsaken are characterized by their inability to feel fatigue, their immunity to morale, and their need for rest, attacking relentlessly for 24 hours a day—something no other flesh-and-blood creature can do.
To adapt to the Forsaken's offensive rhythm, Lyral divided the Bloodfang Worgen into multiple tiers, taking turns to defend the city walls and replacing them as soon as they became tired.
The Undead Meat Wagons bombarded the city walls day and night, and the fighting on the city walls continued unabated. Cairne commanded tirelessly, seemingly without end, and the bones below the city walls soon piled up like mountains.
The Bloodfang Worgen, new to the battlefield, suffered greatly. Although their physical fatigue could be relieved, the mental pressure could not be eased, and the soldiers' nerves remained taut.
On the fifth day of the war, even the alpha wolf Lyral, was on the verge of a mental breakdown.
"I can't sleep, I'm afraid to close my eyes."
Lyral complained to Robbie that his beard was unkempt, his eyes were sunken and bloodshot, and his lips were cracked.
"I don't know how long I can hold on. I'm really worried that if I collapse, I won't be able to get up again."
Robbie patiently reassured him, "Don't worry, you'll be fine. This is the baptism of war. Only through the brutality of war can a naive recruit grow into Veteran."
Cairne Bloodhoof's tactical objective was very clear: to utilize the Forsaken's strengths and use Cannon Fodder Troops to tire out the Bloodfang Worgen.
When the defenders' morale reached its peak, the main force was dispatched to capture the city in one fell swoop.
Unfortunately, man proposes, God disposes. Cairne did not wait for the defenders to tire, but instead encountered Orcs. The general leading the troops was none other than General Nazgrim, Cairne feared most.
The Orcs army landed one after another. Nazgrim was dressed in full armor, looking quite imposing. When Cairne saw him from afar, he felt his whole body tremble and his eyes were filled with fear.
This is another weakness of the Forsaken. Undead Mage torture the dead in the cruelest ways, and the resurrected Undead never resist. Those terrible torments are forever buried in their hearts, becoming their worst Nightmares.
The Forsaken's attack finally ceased. Lyral looked in surprise at the Orcs landing; it was an elite Kor'kron force, each soldier strong and well-equipped.
"The opportunity has arrived," Robbie whispered. "Take up the Scythe of Elune, boost the morale of the Bloodfang Worgen, open the city gates, and launch a full-scale attack on the Forsaken."
Lyral looked at Robbie with a puzzled expression. "Are we really going to do this?"
Robbie said confidently, "Believe me, this is the only chance to win with minimal cost."
Although Robbie didn't explain why, Lyral blindly trusted Robbie and nodded, saying, "The Forsaken's front line is long. Where should we break through?"
Robbie pointed to the thousands of towering Abominations surrounding Cairne Bloodhoof.
"This is the target of the first attack. As I said, once we kill the Forsaken's commander, the rest of the Forsaken will be at our mercy."
General Nazgrim led his soldiers ashore and, seeing that the Forsaken's attack had ceased, assumed it was some kind of welcoming ceremony and paid it no mind.
Just then, all the gates of Gilneas City opened, and inspired by the Scythe of Elune, the Worgen roared as they charged toward the Forsaken army.
An astonishing thing happened: as soon as the battle began, the most powerful Abomination Legion collapsed, and the towering Abominations scattered and fled, disrupting the Forsaken's formation.
Cairne tried several times to muster the courage to command the battle, but he couldn't.
The Abomination around him, like him, was filled with fear in his eyes.
Cairne understood: the Abominations were the souls of the Tauren, who had been cruelly torn apart and eaten by the Orcs in their previous lives. When they saw the Orcs, all that remained in their hearts was fear.