Cho'gall walked through the civilian district and had gained sufficient understanding of the common Orcs of Orgrimmar.
Orgrimmar has no permanent residents, only retired soldiers waiting to die. Once the remaining supplies are used up or broken, they are thrown into the civilian areas, and no one cares whether they live or die.
This type of city was something Cho'gall had never heard of before.
Orgrimmar reeks of garbage; it's a veritable junkyard.
"Those Bronze Dragonflight are masters of escape."
Kou said with dissatisfaction, "Even if we destroy the Caverns of Time, we won't get a single Orcs."
Garrosh was carefully calculating something:
"Although Orcs civilians are just garbage waiting to die, they can still be turned into treasure. Only well-fed Orcs can create value. They can become excellent Pirates, outstanding mercenaries, ruthless Butchers, or miners. I think we should find a critical point to feed them the least amount of food while maximizing their value. Give me some time, and I will definitely be able to calculate the optimal food ration."
"You should also consider resisting."
Kou added:
"It would be best if they were completely exhausted after their work, so they wouldn't have any wild thoughts. Alright, we need to heal them, help them recover, provide them with food, and even find them work. Damn it, I'm not the Orcs Warchief, I'm a ferocious two-headed Ogre."
Garrosh retorted, "No, no, we are businessmen. We must be shrewd and have a long-term perspective. Cruelty does not create value."
After visiting the working-class area, Cho'gall then went to see the wealthy area.
There are very few wealthy people in Orgrimmar; the vast majority are Garrosh's women and their relatives.
For example, a certain alluring Orcs woman manages half of the shops in Orgrimmar.
A certain Orcs who couldn't even get out of bed was actually a High Warlord with outstanding military achievements. It was said that he once killed Sargeras with a single punch, and his rank was even higher than Nazgrim's.
It was only because his sister had gained Garrosh's favor.
Unfortunately Garrosh was fickle, so the wealthy in Orgrimmar were not permanent residents. Once they fell out of favor, their entire families could be thrown into the slums to die, forgotten amidst the stench.
Having toured the entirety of Orgrimmar and learned about the lives of people from all walks of life, Cho'gall concluded that only Garrosh was truly stable throughout Orgrimmar.
Others, including General Nazgrim, could be thrown into the civilian area at any time, becoming useless scraps.
Orgrimmar, forged from steel, Orcs flow like Flowing Water.
Twilight's Hammer discovered a warehouse in the Drag. This warehouse, built deep underground, was kept at a constant low temperature under the protection of Magic Circle.
Cho'gall was stunned when he opened the thick stone door of the warehouse.
The warehouse was enormous, stretching as far as the eye could see, and piled high with countless pieces of meat and other food.
Among them were the flesh of Red Dragons, Tauren meat, the blood and flesh of the Argent Crusade, Ancient Divine Turtles, Goblin meat, Murloc, and other unidentified creatures.
Kou exclaimed in surprise, "Enough for Orgrimmar to eat for ten years."
Garrosh shook his head. "If we're careful with our spending, we can last twenty years without any problem. I remember some foolish guy planned to besiege Orgrimmar until the Orcs starved to death."
Kou said with annoyance, "I'm a stupid Ogre, so we don't lack meat."
Garrosh said seriously, "I think we should transport this meat to Bastion of Twilight and then return Orgrimmar to Garrosh so he can also experience hunger."
Kou asked curiously, "What are you worried about?"
Garrosh replied, "The Guardian Medivh and his son are two people in total."
"We also have two, two heads!" Kou Man roared indignantly.
Garrosh conceded. "Alright, we need to wait and see. The Dragonmaw Clan are our allies, so they should get some of this meat."
Kou muttered a few complaints, but still nodded. "You're right about one thing. Besides distributing some to the Dragonmaw Clan, this meat must be transported back to Twilight's Hammer. I have a bad feeling about that."
Garrosh concluded earnestly:
"There's nothing to miss about Orgrimmar. What we need is business. We won't leave until we've made enough money. Opportunities like this don't come often, so we must make enough money in Orgrimmar."
Under Cho'gall's orders, the Twilight's Hammer sprang into action.
With the help of the Old Gods C'Thun, the Twilight's Hammer gained much knowledge of the ancient Black Empire, such as healing and surgery.
They healed the wounded Orcs in the civilian area, helped them recover their strength, and then, regardless of gender, put them in shackles and sent them directly to the mines.
Using their superior exploration techniques, Twilight's Hammer discovered several large mines near Orgrimmar and began mining them day and night.
Cho'gall precisely provided each Orcs with a fixed ration of food, ensuring they wouldn't starve, but also leaving them with absolutely no strength.
The Twilight's Hammer improved sanitation in Orgrimmar, forcing Orcs to use toilets.
Forcing Orcs to sell their physical labor was nothing, but making Orcs use the toilet caused considerable resistance, Cho'gall to hang several of Orcs ringleaders.
Warchief Garrosh of the Horde is having a very difficult time.
On his way back from Pandaria, Garrosh learned that Orgrimmar had been captured by Cho'gall. He initially did not believe it and Execute thirteen waves of messengers who came to deliver the news.
The fleet was ambushed by the Dragonmaw Clan as it approached Durotar.
The Dragonmaw Clan still retains the fine tradition of raising Red Dragons; the Dragonmaw Orcs ride Red Whelp whelps to attack Garrosh's fleet from the air.
Troop Transport Ships were set ablaze, masts snapped, and Orcs soldiers were forced to jump into the sea. Most of the fleet was destroyed, including Garrosh's magnificent flagship.
Garrosh escaped with his life thanks to the sacrifice of his trusted soldiers. Of the 100,000 Orcs, less than 30,000 remained. Unfortunately, they were attacked by Cho'gall as soon as they landed.
Cho'gall, leading the Twilight's Hammer, slaughtered the exhausted Orcs like cutting vegetables.
Garrosh went to fight, but was immediately knocked to the ground by Cho'gall. If it weren't for the Teleportation Rune Garrosh had, he would probably have become Cho'gall's dinner.
Garrosh used Teleportation Rune to escape to Sen'jin Village in southern Durotar. Exhausted and hungry, he had no choice but to feed on the local Trolls.
Over the next few days, defeated soldiers gradually came to surrender, and Garrosh finally managed to gather five thousand soldiers, hiding the great beasts in the Valley of Trials.
Deep within the Great Den, Garrosh dismissed everyone and knelt alone on the ground in prayer.
"Great being, I have always led the Horde with wisdom and strength. I am Orcs as the greatest chieftain in orcish history, bringing happiness and prosperity to the Orcs. Now, the shadow of Evil has descended upon Orgrimmar, enslaving my people. I beg you to extend a helping hand and assist me in escaping this swamp of suffering."
After a long while, the mysterious being finally responded to Garrosh's prayer.
"Cho'gall is a cunning and treacherous Ogre, backed by the Old Gods C'Thun. Only wisdom and strength can defeat him. To reclaim Orgrimmar, you must first keep Cho'gall calm and wait for the opportune moment."
Garrosh hadn't been sleeping well for days, constantly worried that Cho'gall would attack. He asked impatiently, "How can we keep Cho'gall at bay?"
The mysterious being replied, "Tell Cho'gall that Thrall is in your hands. You must exchange Thrall Orgrimmar, and then use negotiations to buy time."
"Thrall?"
Garrosh suddenly realized something and finally breathed a sigh of relief.