Cho'gall walked through Gadgetzan, a desolate and silent ghost town.
One hundred thousand Orcs soldiers died silently in this city, which should have been hell, but when it was all over, almost no trace was left.
The Goblins who had fled returned one after another, loudly cursing the Orcs for ruining their furniture and demanding compensation from Garrosh.
The Orcs soldiers overcame unimaginable difficulties; they killed each other, the losers became food, and not even bones were left.
After several rounds of such slaughter, there were not many Orcs left in the city, because the utilization rate of the corpses of their own kind was so high that no bones were left behind.
Even the excrement was completely eliminated.
Cho'gall was no stranger to death; before following Gul'dan, he was an Ogre scholar who had traveled extensively throughout Draenor.
For a race that eats meat, hunger is a daily occurrence for Orcs always lack food when the snowy season arrives.
The only solution is to attack nearby villages, kill the enemy or be killed, and the victor will have enough food to survive the cold winter.
Because Orcs have a strong reproductive capacity, even when faced with such tragedies, they are still able to maintain a certain number, which Cho'gall greatly envies.
After years of observation, Cho'gall concluded that the Orcs were not creatures of natural evolution; they were opposed to nature, and would either be destroyed by nature or destroy nature itself.
Cho'gall deduced that they were a race created by some great being, born with a mission.
Cho'gall's paper impressed Gul'dan, and he thus became Gul'dan's apprentice.
In Gadgetzan, Cho'gall was once again certain of his guess.
Although Gadgetzan is located in a barren desert, most creatures can survive there.
Only the Orcs could not survive.
"That's interesting."
Kou shouted:
"Elune, seems indifferent to the lives of the Orcs. Helping these 100,000 Orcs would have been easy—for example, by performing a miracle or ordering her followers to provide assistance. The two Guardians and Jaina are all loyal minions of Moon Goddess, yet Elune has done nothing, watching the Orcs die just like us."
"That's contradictory."
Garrosh analyzed:
"If Elune hates Orcs, why did she allow them to cross the Dark Portal? All races that are hostile to the Orcs are accused of the Destroyers and suffer tragic ends. It's puzzling that Elune has been so protective of the Orcs, yet fails to offer assistance when necessary."
Kou said with an air of importance, "Or perhaps Elune, like us, has two heads, one that hates Orcs and the other that likes Orcs."
"Baseless speculation," Garrosh said disdainfully.
Kou's calm summary:
"Although we don't know the reason, we've come to the conclusion that Elune protects the Orcs, yet also enjoys watching them die. We can't fathom the motives of a True God, but we've already discerned her preferences."
Garrosh said skeptically:
"So, you're saying that Elune wants us to occupy Orgrimmar and bleed the Orcs? Damn it, shouldn't we return Orgrimmar to Garrosh?"
"I don't know," Kou said with some worry. "Perhaps we're constantly testing the limits of danger, and the Elune could unleash her destructive wrath at any moment."
Valley of Trials Great Den.
Garrosh was dejected and seemed to have given up. He sighed every day and often immersed himself in meditation, but unfortunately, the mysterious being had not responded for many days.
Despite having an army of 100,000 Orcs, they couldn't be transported over and could only watch helplessly as they starved to death in Gadgetzan.
This sense of powerlessness tormented Garrosh, and even Nazgrim's return from Pandaria failed to lift his spirits.
Pandaria has also fallen. Garrosh has lost the ability to be angry. He gave a few simple instructions and then ordered Nazgrim to leave.
Nazgrim hesitated for a long time before deciding to speak.
"Warchief, the most desperate moment has not yet arrived; the Horde still maintains considerable strength."
Garrosh sneered, "Are you talking about Sylvanas, or that piece of trash Lor'themar Theron? They won't help me; perhaps one day they'll appear at the gates of the Valley of Trials."
Nazgrim whispered, "I recently received news that Twilight's Hammer has split, and Cho'gall is not the only leader."
Garrosh understood something. "Continue."
Nazgrim said cautiously:
"Originally, the leader of the Twilight's Hammer was Cho'gall, but recently a mysterious human gained C'Thun's favor and took away many followers. Rumor has it that this person is Archbishop Benedictus Stormwind City. Although Cho'gall has occupied Orgrimmar, his Twilight's Hammer cultists should not exceed one thousand."
Garrosh scoffed, offering his own explanation for his defeat:
"You don't understand the Twilight's Hammer cultists. Every one of them is a highly skilled mage, and the Elites are even comparable to Jaina, not to mention they have the Dragonmaw Clan helping them."
Nazgrim whispered, "But Orgrimmar has a full two hundred thousand Orcs, which together constitute a considerable force. They are all loyal to the Warchief. If we secretly send people to unite them and launch a surprise attack, Cho'gall will be overwhelmed."
Garrosh's mind raced as he pondered the possibilities.
Nazgrim added, "I know the Dragonmaw Clan. Thrall was worried about them vying for power, so he excluded them from the True Horde Dragonmaw Clan, which is why he holds a grudge. If the Warchief were willing to take them in, the Dragonmaw Clan might very well help us."
Garrosh's eyes lit up, and his hope was rekindled.
"Haha, Nazgrim, you're truly my lucky charm! Not bad, not bad. Who do you think is best suited to infiltrate Orgrimmar and make contact with the Orcs?"
Nazgrim considered for a moment, then whispered:
"I recommend Medivh's son, Med'an. He's a good Archmage, and your safety will be guaranteed. Besides, there's Legendary among the Orcs that Med'an is Savior."
Garrosh said with difficulty, "Med'an is a greedy fellow. He will never work for us unless we offer him enough benefits."
Nazgrim paused, then advised, "My lord, the items we seized in Stratholme back then will surely sway Med'an. To reclaim Orgrimmar, we must be willing to part with that weapon."
Several years ago, Med'an stole his father Medivh's Staff of Atiesh and went to Stratholme to challenge Baron Rivendare. He thought it would be an easy victory, but he was unexpectedly defeated.
When Med'an fled, he inadvertently left the Staff of Atiesh inside the Stratholme church. Because the staff was so ordinary in appearance, the church cleaners did not recognize it and attached it to their brooms to sweep away the dust every day.
Later, a group stormed Stratholme, but only one Orcs rogue escaped. He found the staff inside the cathedral, secretly brought it back, and presented Thrall.
Thrall killed the thief and kept the staff for himself.
Later, when Garrosh ascended to the position of Warchief, the Staff of Atiesh naturally became one of Garrosh collectibles.
Garrosh looked pained, and hesitated for a long time before finally saying:
"Alright, go find Med'an right away. Hopefully, he won't let me down."