At Thunder Bluff, five thousand Tauren, fully armed and ready, marched towards Durotar, chanting "For the Horde! For Azeroth!"
Courage is a difficult thing to define.
If someone had told the Tauren before Orcs entered Kalimdor that they would become food for some creature, and willingly so, the proud Tauren would have scoffed and stomped on them.
Unfortunately, habits are a terrible thing.
After countless Tauren sacrificed themselves to prove their innocence, those who refused to serve Orcs rations felt filthy, disgusting, morally bankrupt, ashamed to face others, disgraced to their families, and unworthy of living in this world. They were then subjected to the scorn of countless Tauren until they jumped to their deaths from Thunder Bluff.
The Tauren all knew something was wrong, but they couldn't pinpoint what was wrong.
Everything happened naturally, as if Tauren were born to be food for Orcs.
The five thousand Tauren were in high spirits, wishing they could fly to the Orcs immediately and be eaten by Orcs.
Cho'gall learned of this news, he knew his opportunity had arrived.
The cunning Cho'gall knew that Garrosh was hiding in the Great Den, but he dared not push him too hard, for he had not forgotten the Cataclysm caused by Garrosh and Thrall.
But the inquisitive Cho'gall would never give up on his exploration.
The Twilight's Hammer has assembled in the Barrens, preparing to intercept five thousand Tauren.
As followers of the Old Gods, the Twilight's Hammer has a very diverse membership, including humans, Tauren, orcs, Orcs, Elf, Undead Dragonkin, and more.
Despite this, Twilight's Hammer is not a disorganized mess.
The Old Gods C'Thun carefully selected its members to form an incredibly tight organization. They received C'Thun's instruction, learned magical knowledge, and mastered various techniques. They can be considered the heirs of C'Thun's Black Empire.
Many people accuse the Whispers of the Old Gods of being a terrible curse that can drive people mad, but few understand that it was actually a means for the Old Gods to spread knowledge.
Some suitable individuals can learn knowledge and skills from the whispers, gaining enlightenment and wielding powerful magic. This is especially true for commoners who are not qualified to learn magic, as the whispers of the Old Gods treat them all equally, granting them powerful magical abilities.
For some people whose talents are not suited to the whispers of the Old Gods, they are simply annoying incessant chatter that can drive people mad over time. Some Mage have even extracted fragments of the Old Gods' whispers and developed magic that can drive people insane.
The members of Twilight's Hammer were chosen by the Old Gods, and their loyalty is beyond question.
Cho'gall led five hundred members of the Twilight's Hammer, and together they cast a spell to form a dark cloud that flew across the sky toward Mulgore.
Five thousand Tauren were passing through Bloodhoof Village when, before they had even left Mulgore's territory, they saw a dark cloud drifting across the sky, accompanied by countless Lightning of Thunder.
Seeing that things were going badly, the leader Baine hurriedly ordered the five thousand Tauren to form a Charge formation.
Cho'gall, lagging at the front of the procession, scoffed, "What do I see? Five thousand walking beef heads! Ha, Warchief Baine, where are you sending your people?"
Baine unslung a warhammer from his back. It was a weapon forged by the Dwarves and called the Fearbreaker, used to dispel fear from the heart.
"Cho'gall, do you intend to intercept five thousand enraged Tauren?"
Behind Baine, five thousand Tauren spewed white mist from their mouths and nostrils, bent slightly, and secretly strained their hooves, ready to Charge at any moment.
The brave Tauren are incredibly powerful fighters; even the mysterious Twilight's Hammer doesn't faze them.
Cho'gall laughed heartily:
"Baine, do you think I'd be foolish enough to fight you? I'm not like you. Every member of Twilight's Hammer is incredibly precious, and the loss of even one would break my heart. Futile sacrifices are meaningless. Come, Tauren, face the real enemy."
As Cho'gall shouted, the five hundred members of the Twilight's Hammer coordinated to cast spells.
Countless beams of light flashed, and a large group of ferocious faces appeared beside the Twilight's Hammer.
Orcs.
These Orcs, who were wearing shackles and were mining in the mine, were driven to the center of a Magic Circle and given various knives, sharp axes, and other weapons.
The Magic Circle activated, a flash of light, and they were teleported to Mulgore as a group.
Cho'gall roared with a ferocious expression, "Orcs, these are your favorite Tauren! Pick up your weapons and charge! Skin them alive! You may have never tasted Tauren meat before, but you'll soon have your wish!"
The Orcs snapped out of their daze and hurriedly picked up their weapons from the ground.
Baine was stunned for a moment. He wanted to say something to tell everyone that these Orcs were different from Garrosh's subordinates, but unfortunately, there was no time left.
Upon encountering Orcs, the Tauren instinctively prostrate themselves on the ground, close their eyes, and await death. This is their fate; all who dare to resist suffer terrible punishments, even endangering their families.
Baine was so angry that he stomped his feet and could only use his Plainsrunning to escape towards Thunder Bluff.
The five thousand Tauren were quickly slaughtered, and the earth was stained red with blood. These Orcs miners finally got to eat delicious Tauren meat, and more meat was collected and teleported back to Orgrimmar.
Cho'gall looked smug, wanting to see how Garrosh would react.
Upon receiving the news, Garrosh was furious and cursed loudly.
"Baine is a complete idiot. He let Cho'gall steal the army's rations. That's five thousand Tauren! Even five thousand pigs wouldn't be so easy to kill."
One of his subordinates whispered, "Warchief, the Quilboar are incredibly powerful."
Garrosh sneered, "This isn't over yet. The Caverns of Time have provided me with an army of 100,000. When this army arrives, it will be time for my counterattack on Orgrimmar."
During Thrall's tenure as Warchief, with Jaina's help, two massive Portals were built between the Caverns of Time and Orgrimmar, allowing Orcs soldiers to teleport directly to Orgrimmar.
After Garrosh ascended to the position of Warchief, his relationship with Theramore cooled, and the Portals gradually fell into disuse. However, behind Garrosh was Doras, the richest man in Kalimdor, who built a massive fleet that set sail from Steamwheedle Port in Tanaris, along the coastline to Orgrimmar.
After the Cataclysm, the terrain changed, Steamwheedle Port was submerged by the sea, but this did not affect troop transport, and a port was built near Gadgetzan.
The 100,000- Orcs army marched from the Caverns of Time to Gadgetzan. Right before them, the Dragonmaw Clan, riding dozens of Red Whelps, suddenly appeared in the harbor and burned the Troop Transport Ships to the ground.
So the 100,000-strong army remained in Gadgetzan, initially feeding on the Goblins of Gadgetzan. Before long, the Goblins of Gadgetzan either died or fled, Orcs lost their food source.
Garrosh believed that difficulties could always be overcome, and he strictly ordered his army to remain in Gadgetzan, or else he would destroy Azeroth.
In the arid desert of Tanaris, an army of 100,000 men crammed into the cramped Gadgetzan, yearning for the arrival of Troop Transport Ship, only to find it all in vain.
Hunger tormented every Orcs. The scorpions and Cactus near Gadgetzan were all eaten. No one knew what had happened during this time, and Garrosh couldn't come up with a solution either. This army of 100,000 was wiped out just like that.
Cho'gall had been following the changes in Gadgetzan closely, and this outcome was beyond his expectations.