After becoming a devout follower of the Old Gods C'Thun, Cho'gall learned of the existence of the Black Empire, a glorious and great civilization destroyed by the Titans.
Cho'gall was filled with awe, and his temperament was gradually changing.
For example, Cho'gall became a studious person; he had multiple eyes on his body, tentacles growing from his joints, and was able to read dozens of books at the same time.
Batch after batch Garrosh Orcs were sent into Orgrimmar from the Caverns of Time. They fought, died, and the survivors were thrown into the civilian wards to die. Cho'gall couldn't understand why he did this.
He arrived at Garrosh's residence, which was luxuriously furnished, with thick Tuskarr furs covering the floor and a perpetually refreshing fragrance, proving that Orcs also enjoyed scents.
Besides urinating and defecating anywhere.
Cho'gall discovered an unexpected pile of things in the wardrobe, his brow furrowing deeply; it was clearly Garrosh's handiwork.
Garrosh's study was filled with documents, including official papers from various places, correspondence, and copies of orders.
Cho'gall's hands and tentacles moved together, grabbing the documents and reading them aloud. He had an incredibly intelligent mind and meticulous thinking, and in less than half a day, he had finished reading the mountain of documents.
Sitting atop a pile of documents, Cho'gall fell into thought.
Ko was the first to conclude. "I understand, it's the Orcs' utilization rate. Orcs are constantly being sent from the Caverns of Time to Orgrimmar, and they're being used indiscriminately, resulting in extremely low utilization."
Cho'gall grabbed a document; it was a troop mobilization order signed by Garrosh and filed.
Orcs from the Stonetalon Mountains reported that an Elf force had entered Sun Rock Retreat and was threatening the safety of the Orcs lumber camps. Garrosh hastily dispatched two thousand Orcs.
The Elf force numbered less than a hundred. Faced with a massive Orcs army of two thousand, they immediately chose to retreat, with the two thousand Orcs protecting the lumberyard.
Garrosh then forgot about the team's existence.
Despite the fact that two thousand Orcs had repeatedly sent messengers to plead for aid, especially the most important military rations, Garrosh ignored them, likely due to a backlog of official documents.
A month later, the group suffered a serious desertion due to hunger. Garrosh was furious and sent a force of 5,000 men to hunt down the deserters.
The force of five thousand men successfully captured and executed the deserters, but they too were forgotten by Garrosh.
This unit was well-disciplined and there were no desertions. However, they perished from hunger in less than half a month. Their last letter to Garrosh read as follows.
"Our soldiers have gone without food for seven days, and even the rats near the camp have been eaten clean, but our hearts are filled with reverence for the Warchief. Courage can overcome all hardships, and our hearts are overflowing with strength. We would rather starve to death than desert, for the Horde, for Azeroth."
Such incidents, or rather accidents, were numerous. According to these official documents, during Garrosh's short tenure as Warchief, at least 500,000 Orcs were wasted due to Garrosh negligence.
Cho'gall scratched his head. Even though he had two heads, he couldn't understand why Garrosh would do such a thing, when many accidents could have been avoided.
Was Garrosh doing it on purpose? Or was he simply incompetent?
Only Garrosh knows the answer.
Kou blinked and said seriously, "I understand one thing: Garrosh becoming Warchief was definitely not accidental, just like us becoming leaders of the Twilight's Hammer."
Garrosh asked doubtfully, "We are able to lead the Twilight's Hammer because of our master's support and our outstanding abilities. Was Garrosh also chosen?"
Kou pointed to the mountain of official documents, many of which had not yet been processed:
"Perhaps these official documents are the reason Garrosh became Warchief. I suspect Garrosh is incompetent, yet unwilling to relinquish power; only he is qualified to approve these documents, and his master prefers this arrangement."
Garrosh hesitated for a moment:
Why not conduct experiments to verify our hypothesis?
Kou warned, "Hey, do you know what you're doing? You might be testing a god. Well, I like it. A dangerous attempt, just thinking about it is exciting."
Garrosh Faction a messenger to negotiate with Cho'gall.
The most pressing issue now is the supply of provisions. Most of the Trolls in Sen'jin Village have fled, which infuriates Garrosh, who curses them as shameless traitors.
Garrosh missed the delicious Tauren meat. After careful consideration, Garrosh wrote a letter, found a sharp-tongued Orcs, and sent him to Thunder Bluff.
After the fall of Orgrimmar, the Tauren Chieftain Baine Bloodhoof received the news and has been restless and unable to sleep well for the past few days.
He didn't know whether to be happy or sad. Having lost the support of Warchief Garrosh, he felt empty inside, as if he had lost his backbone.
Magatha Wildtotem squinted, carefully observing the newly appointed chief.
"Baine, don't you think this is an opportunity? The Earth Mother told me that Garrosh is hiding in the Valley of Trials, living in constant fear. A two-headed Ogre sits on the throne in Orgrimmar, but he doesn't seem to like eating Tauren. We Tauren can finally escape our miserable Destiny and no longer be food for the Orcs, as long as you make up your mind."
Baine glared at Magatha, the oldest Tauren in Thunder Bluff, his eyes wide with fury.
"Magatha, do you think I would heed your advice and walk into that dark swamp, to be swallowed up little by little by the mud? Why shouldn't I lie comfortably on the chieftain's throne?"
Magatha roared in fury, "If you don't want to bear this price and responsibility, why not relinquish your chieftainship? Thunder Bluff has many warriors willing to step into the endless darkness in your place."
Baine sneered, "I knew it would be like this. Without Warchief Garrosh's support, you're all eager to oust me from my position. Unfortunately for you, Garrosh isn't dead. He still has a chance to turn things around. You're going to be disappointed."
While the two were arguing, Garrosh's messenger arrived, Baine immediately invited him in.
The messenger, a cunning and treacherous Orcs, spoke with an imposing air:
"Warchief Garrosh commands that Thunder Bluff immediately prepare five thousand Tauren. The Orcs have saved Azeroth time and time again; the Tauren should fulfill their duty and responsibility."
Magatha was furious, pounding the ground with his staff and roaring, "This is impossible! Five thousand Tauren are enough to storm the Great Den and crush Garrosh's head to pieces!"
"Watch your words, Magatha. I am still the chieftain of the Tauren, the leader of Thunder Bluff," Baine roared in displeasure, then chuckled and asked the messenger:
"So, what will I get?"
The messenger glanced at Baine with disdain. "Tauren, you should ask yourself, what will you lose if you don't do this? Many times, what you lose is more valuable than what you gain."
Baine closed his eyes and pondered Anjing for a while, "As the Warchief wishes, five thousand Tauren will be delivered in three days. I need some time to prepare."
The messenger chuckled and said, "A friend in need is a friend indeed, Tauren, you have successfully won the friendship of Warchief Garrosh."
After the messenger left, Magatha sarcastically remarked, "You truly are Garrosh's good Servant."
Baine's voice was deep. "If it weren't for providing Garrosh with military rations, what right would I have to sit in this position? Tauren are selfish, Magatha."
Magatha sighed and said:
"Although you are not Cairne's son, you look so much like him."