General Nazgrim, enraged, bared his fangs and roared at the assembled generals in the tent:
"The Warchief ordered us to capture the Vale of Eternal Blossoms, but not only did we fail to complete the mission, we also lost five thousand valiant Orcs. Someone must pay the price for this failure."
Rokhan looked at Malkorok, Malkorok nodded in understanding, and the two reached a consensus with their eyes.
Malkorok said solemnly, "Great General, you are wise. This is all the fault of the Frostwolf Clan generals. They are traitors to the Horde, secretly colluding with Zul."
Rokhan said earnestly, "General, I am certain that the Dark Prophet Zul must have received help from the Frostwolf Clan generals to have such a thorough understanding of our army."
The Frostwolf Clan generals inside the tent were dumbfounded. One of them shouted in frustration:
"This is slander. What evidence do you have?"
Rokhan retorted angrily, "Your guilty conscience is the best evidence. If you weren't colluding with a traitor, why would you stand up to defend yourself, you damned traitor?"
Nazgrim's face darkened, and he questioned the Frostwolf Clan general, "Do you have any evidence to prove that you haven't colluded with the Dark Prophet Zul?"
The Frostwolf Clan general didn't react immediately and said blankly, "I have no evidence."
Nazgrim was furious and jumped up, roaring:
"Since you can't produce any evidence, it's safe to say you colluded with the Dark Prophet Zul. You must pay for the deaths of five thousand Orcs soldiers. Guards, drag this traitor out and execute him."
Several Kor'kron elites stormed into the tent, and without a word, captured the Frostwolf Clan general, breaking his limbs before escorting him outside the tent. Shortly after, they presented him with his head.
Nazgrim was still not satisfied, so he randomly selected three more Frostwolf Clan generals, sent them outside the tent to Execute, and then ordered the accompanying officers to fabricate a list of the four men's crimes.
Such swift and decisive action, coupled with the uncompromising adherence to military law, left no one in the tent with any objections. They all praised him, saying, "Our Great General is wise and mighty, unparalleled in the world. Our Orcs army will surely be invincible."
Having resolved one issue, Nazgrim felt slightly relieved and asked loudly:
"The capture of the Vale of Eternal Blossoms is the Warchief's order. We currently have five thousand soldiers. Do you have any good suggestions?"
The resourceful Rokhan said unhurriedly:
"Great General, the thousands of traitorous Trolls are easily defeated, and the Dark Prophet Zul is nothing but a useless runaway. Only the Mogu'shan Vaults are heavily fortified, unless..."
Malkorok added, "Unless it is reported to the Warchief, who sends more Orcs soldiers to destroy the Mogu'shan Vaults."
Nazgrim pondered to himself, with such heavy losses, even if Garrosh didn't punish him, it would be difficult for him to trust him again.
Unless he conquers the Vale of Eternal Vale of Eternal Blossoms and makes amends, he cannot regain Garrosh's trust.
Nazgrim turned to Chen Stormstout, who had just been resurrected, and said:
"The Orcs have saved Azeroth time and time again. Now it's the Pandaren's turn. You must immediately return to the Valley of the Four Winds, gather 100,000 Pandaren, and lead them into the Mogu'shan Vaults to scout ahead for us. This way, we can fulfill the Warchief's mission and also honor the Pandaren. They will die gloriously and nobly."
Rokhan smiled and said, "This is an excellent plan. One hundred thousand Pandaren are enough to trigger all the traps in Mogu'shan Vaults. The dead Pandaren won't go to waste; they can serve as rations for the Orcs."
The Valley of the Four Winds was teeming with Pandaren, numbering over 100,000. Chen Stormstout knew he couldn't refuse, and immediately replied, "This is the glory of the Pandaren."
"How many soldiers do you need?" Nazgrim asked.
Chen Stormstout, after a moment's thought, shook his head and said:
"The Pandaren of high moral character, and most are willing to sacrifice themselves to save Azeroth, but there are inevitably a few morally corrupt individuals. Five hundred Orcs are enough."
"Alright, I'll send you five hundred Kor'kron soldiers." Nazgrim readily agreed.
Robbie and Vanessa arrived on the Timeless Isle.
As soon as Robbie stepped onto the Timeless Isle, a mysterious aura enveloped him. Point, Line, and Planes appeared in his eyes, and the world seemed different to him.
Countless chaotic lines and various energies intertwine, creating a seemingly chaotic mess, yet without conflict; order and chaos coexist here.
There seems to be a supreme Order controlling everything from behind the scenes.
Vanessa saw a beautiful and adorable red water sprite and was about to go closer to take a closer look when it suddenly disappeared. Vanessa was always confident in her senses and said in surprise:
"The Water Spirit has vanished from my senses? That's impossible."
Robbie stroked his chin and said, "I'm reminded of an old word, 'interdimensional.'"
"What do you mean?" Vanessa asked, her eyes wide.
Robbie explained:
"Multiple spaces intertwine here, including the past and the future, as well as parallel spaces, overlapping and interacting with each other, then suddenly separating. Strange, how is this possible?"
Vanessa's eyes darted around after hearing this. "Perhaps we should ask the locals."
The longest-living creatures on the Timeless Isle are the August Celestials. Robbie and Vanessa have already received news that the August Celestials have been imprisoned by Wrathion in the Coliseum and have become the source of food and equipment for the Orcs.
Robbie disliked the August Celestials, so he had no intention of saving them.
Aside from the August Celestials, the Yaungol, led by Ordos, the god of fire, knew the Timeless Isle best. Robbie and Vanessa crossed the Timeless Isle and arrived at the northern temple.
The Yaungol live in the Ordon Sanctuary, shrouded in a strange, xenophobic force. Robbie and Vanessa sneak into the temple, and soon after, they miraculously appear at the temple's entrance.
After doing this several times, Robbie began to understand the trick.
"This temple does not belong to the Yaungol; they do not possess this technology."
In order to find out the truth, Robbie and Vanessa set up camp near the temple.
Compared to the architectural style of the Ordon Sanctuary, it is neither ancient Titans architecture nor the Black Empire of the Old Gods, but rather the architectural style of the native Pandaren of Pandaria.
Therefore, the history of the Ordon Sanctuary is no more than 10,000 years old, or perhaps even shorter.
If we compare it with the architectural development history of the Pandaren race, it is not difficult to find the exact construction date, and then deduce the true owner of the Ordon Sanctuary.
Unfortunately, there are too many gaps in the history of the Pandaren, and no one has compiled relevant information.
On this day, Robbie and Vanessa stood on the mountaintop, admiring the crimson flames above the Ordon Sanctuary, when Robbie suddenly had an idea.
Orth Yaungol god of fire Ordos, received the power of Ragnaros.
Ragnaros the Firelord's activities began after the War of the Three Hammers, which is only a little over two hundred years ago.
In other words, the Ordon Sanctuary has a history of at most two hundred years.
Over the past two hundred years, there haven't been many forces capable of becoming the Blackhand behind the Timeless Isle; a simple process of elimination suffices.
Robbie then recalled the greatest event of the last two hundred years: the Orcs' invasion of Azeroth through the Dark Portal, which triggered chaos among the various races of Azeroth.
The history of the Ordon Sanctuary is likely even shorter.
Robbie suddenly realized what was happening and smiled, "The Timeless Isle, so that's how it is. The person behind it all already told us the answer."
Vanessa was reminded of something and what did she connect it to?
"The Timeless Isle... could it be the Infinite Dragonflight?"
The Bronze Dragonflight reside in the Caverns of Time, while the base of the Infinite Dragonflight remains a mystery.
Robbie looked up at the sky and said loudly:
"A group of Yaungol lives in the Ordon Sanctuary, but that's just a cover. The true masters are the Infinite Dragonflight. I don't know if I'm right, Murozond, I know you've been watching us all along."