Nazgrim considered himself a warrior and looked down on Chen Stormstout's cowardice.
But he was definitely not stupid. Just how strong were the people controlled by the Sha? Nazgrim had no idea, after all, there was no precedent for it.
Nazgrim ordered his lieutenant to lead a thousand soldiers into Herb-Scent Town, while he stayed behind to watch the battle with Chen Stormstout. This is what a true warrior should do.
Chen Stormstout asked uneasily, "General, is what happened in Orgrimmar true?"
Nazgrim roared in fury, "Shut up! Warchief Garrosh could destroy the Pantheon with a single finger. How could a Warchief Ogre be a match for him?"
Chen Stormstout muttered under his breath, "I didn't mention Ogre."
Nazgrim stood with his hands behind his back, his face filled with righteous indignation.
A shout of battle came from Herb-Scent Town, but it quickly subsided, followed by wisps of smoke rising from chimneys and the aroma of meat.
Nazgrim laughed heartily, "How could mere Pandaren be a match for the Orcs? It seems these the Betrayer of Azeroth have become rations."
Chen Stormstout, sniffed the air and his expression changed drastically:
"General, I know the smell of Pandaren very well; this aroma is off."
Nazgrim roared, "We Orcs Invincible and will never be defeated! Quickly abandon your thoughts; this is dangerous!"
Chen Stormstout lowered his head, not daring to utter a sound. Nazgrim, however, was no fool; though he didn't say it, his actions spoke volumes, and he declared loudly:
"I will return to camp now and await the victorious return of my warriors."
After saying that, he turned and ran away. Chen Stormstout for a moment, then hurriedly followed.
Five hundred Mogu attacked, Orcs hastily fled to the open sea by boat, without even taking their weapons and armor. The Mogu destroyed the Orcs' fortifications and smashed everything. Most of the Orcs soldiers were unarmed and without any armor.
Nazgrim sensed something was wrong and immediately sent men to prepare a large ship. He led his trusted men aboard and sailed into the depths of the mist, leaving only a few Frostwolf Clan generals behind.
The commander abandoned his troops and fled, leaving the Frostwolf Clan generals exchanging bewildered glances.
After a meal, a large group of dark Pandaren suddenly appeared outside the camp.
At first, the Orcs didn't care and laughed, saying that the Pandaren had brought them food.
Several Orcs approached with grins, only to be quickly knocked to the ground and trampled under hundreds of feet, turning into a bloody pulp.
The Orcs soldiers realized something was terribly wrong and hastily engaged in battle. However, these Pandaren infected by the Sha were not afraid of death at all and bravely faced the Orcs, swinging their fists.
Courage is a strange thing. When the Pandaren showed their fearlessness, the Orcs became timid. One of their generals led the way in fleeing, and the Orcs army's formation instantly collapsed, with everyone running away.
Unfortunately, the Orcs camp was right by the sea, with only the ocean behind it. Once at sea, the Orcs' dense muscles and heavy bodies sank like stones.
In contrast Pandaren were all plump and round, and even those who couldn't swim could float on the sea and fight in the water. The Orcs were completely at a disadvantage and were subjected to a one-sided massacre.
Before long, nearly ten thousand Nazgrim soldiers perished, either drowning in the sea or becoming food for the Pandaren.
The Pandaren suffered very little, almost negligible.
Anduin he watched the whole thing unfold. The Sha had only given the Pandaren anger and courage, but had not increased their strength.
But it was this united courage that enabled the Pandaren to wipe out a number of Orcs that outnumbered them. Faced with this fearless courage, even the bravest Orcs could only scatter and flee.
Anduin felt a wave of fear wash over him. He vowed to etch what he had witnessed today into his mind, and that when he ascended the throne, he would prevent such a thing from happening again and nip it in the bud.
The Orcs suffered a crushing defeat. On the high seas, Nazgrim gazed silently at the camp occupied by the Pandaren. Beside him, Chen Stormstout shouted angrily:
"General, we must immediately return to Orgrimmar and request the Warchief to send an army of 100,000 to annihilate these vicious Bearkin and save Azeroth from this calamity."
Nazgrim remained silent. He knew the truth: Warchief Garrosh was preoccupied with his own problems, and on the Warchief's throne in Orgrimmar sat an Ogre.
The founder of Twilight's Hammer, the two-headed Ogre, Cho'gall.
The cunning Cho'gall began plotting even before Garrosh set sail.
When Garrosh's army of 100,000 left Orgrimmar and entered the mists of Pandaria, Cho'gall immediately mobilized the Twilight's Hammer, many of whose members had already successfully infiltrated Orgrimmar. Working together from within and without, they effortlessly captured Orgrimmar.
Cho'gall knew he would be hindered, and that hindrance would come from the Guardian Medivh.
But Cho'gall is no longer the same person he once was. He is no longer Gul'dan's follower. With the help of the Old Gods C'Thun, he has enough confidence to fight Medivh.
Medivh acted very rationally, taking a close look at Cho'gall from his vantage point, paying particular attention to the shifting eyes on his body, before finally choosing to leave.
Cho'gall considered himself extremely cruel and had already devised a hundred ways to torture the Orcs of Orgrimmar.
When he entered the homes of ordinary Orcs and observed Orcs lives up close, Cho'gall changed his mind.
Each of the two-headed Ogre's heads has a name, and together they form his full name. One of Cho'gall's heads is named Ko, and the other is named Garrosh.
He randomly entered a civilian settlement, found a house, and barged in recklessly. A terrible stench almost made Cho'gall faint.
The Ogre's dwellings were already smelly enough; these obese creatures knew nothing of bathing, and their rotting stench was one of their most reliable weapons against enemies.
But compared to the Orcs settlements, it was like paradise on earth.
"Damn it, what's that smell?" Kou shouted.
"I think this is a trap, set for both of us," Garrosh analyzed.
Cho'gall blew out a whirlwind, making the smell less unpleasant, and struggled to squeeze into the small, dark house. Inside were two Orcs, who managed a weak grin.
The emaciated female Orcs held a child in her arms, who had been dead for several days.
The male Orcs was probably a Veteran; his injured right leg hadn't been treated and had festered up to his thigh, which was also the main source of the stench.
"What are you eating?" Cho'gall asked.
The Orcs woman held up a plate containing some rotting leaves.
"I remember Orcs are carnivorous," Kou said.
Garrosh replied, "That's right, Orcs love to fight because only through war can they get meat. Damn it, I was planning to feed Orcs rotten meat and humiliate them like livestock."
"Alright, maybe we should change our minds," Kou said weakly.
After walking through several civilian districts, Cho'gall witnessed one human tragedy after another, with most Orcs either waiting to die or suffering the agony of impending death.
Orcs do not need to reproduce; the Caverns of Time can provide Garrosh with strong Orcs at any time.
"Our plan is pointless," Kog shouted. "Garrosh has already punished those damned Orcs for us, better than we expected."
Garrosh immediately retorted:
"No, no, we should treat them well, at least ensure they don't starve. After all, slaves can create value beyond their own, and the Bronze Dragonflight won't send us Orcs."