Once the Flames roared through the forest, they could no longer be stopped.
Cho'gall stood inside the large tent, a transparent model of Orgrimmar floating before him. Med'an's faith spread like Plague, and the black parts in the model represented the traitorous Orcs.
Many followers of Twilight's Hammer stood around the model, their heads and faces covered by purple robes. After becoming members of Twilight's Hammer, their race, origin, and past experiences were erased, and they were reborn, with only the pursuit of knowledge and power remaining.
Blackness quickly filled Orgrimmar, leaving only the Valley of Strength where Cho'gall resided.
"Haha, this is really interesting." Cho'gall didn't care. All the Wealth of Orgrimmar had been taken away, leaving Garrosh with only an empty city.
A semi-transparent human figure appeared above the model; it was Archbishop Benedictus.
"Cho'gall, your findings have attracted the attention of the Old Gods. We have verified your conjecture: for a long time, Elune has been protecting the Orcs, yet also willingly watching them die. This is a discovery of great significance, although we do not yet understand the reasons."
Cho'gall grinned, showing off smugly, "What, Benedictus, are you extremely jealous of my intelligence?"
Benedictus scoffed, "Unfortunately, you'll never find the answer, while I'm gradually getting closer to it."
Cho'gall roared furiously, "Don't think that just because you've found the End Time, you can replace me. I will find the answer before you do, I swear!"
The End Time refers to the end of time, a Timeline in which Azeroth is destroyed.
The Bronze Dragonflight was the first to discover the End Time and announced it as evidence of Deathwing's destruction of Azeroth. As more and more people paid attention to the End Time, the Bronze Dragonflight inexplicably closed the entrance End Time it and remained silent ever since, no longer offering any opinions.
Benedictus somehow made contact with the Infinite Dragonflight, helping it find the End Time. As the exploration progressed, Benedictus discovered a terrible and cruel truth within this mysterious and destructive Timeline.
Benedictus simply smiled coldly at Cho'gall's provocation and shut down the communication.
Cho'gall finally calmed his agitated mood and continued to monitor the situation in Orgrimmar. He zoomed in on a section of the model, observing the Orcs ' "performance" from above.
Orcs civilians secretly left their dwellings and were surprised to find that the Guards had disappeared. They gathered in the direction of Valley of Wisdom. As more and more Orcs gathered, Orcs courage grew and they became fearless.
A dense mass of Orcs gathered in Valley of Wisdom, their excitement fueled by the Legendary of Med'an.
The short Orcs stood on the high platform and delivered a speech in a loud voice:
"Fellow countrymen, we Orcs are the noblest race of Azeroth. For countless years, we have protected this world with our strength and wisdom. Under the leadership of Warchief Garrosh, we have saved Azeroth time and time again. Without us, Azeroth would have been destroyed long ago."
Beside the platform, Garrosh's spy secretly gave a wink, and the short man immediately understood, adding:
"Of course, there are also some vicious scum among the Orcs, such as the despicable Thrall the Destroyer, and Thrall's accomplice, the ruthless Darkspear Trolls Vol'jin. They have plotted to destroy Azeroth time and time again, but their schemes have been thwarted by Warchief Garrosh. Now they have fled to Pandaria, living in constant fear. Evil will surely be punished."
After clearing his throat, the short man finally got back to the point and said loudly:
"While the Warchief expedition to Pandaria, the Twilight's Hammer leader Cho'gall, who plotted to destroy the world, and the lowly Dragonmaw Clan seized Orgrimmar. The noble Orcs were living in dire straits. In this most dangerous time, the Orcs god, the Child of Light and Darkness, the Master of Destiny, the omnipotent Med'an, was willing to protect us."
"Come, my fellow orcs! Under the protection of Med'an, the Master of Destiny, we have no fear. We can overcome all difficulties, slay Cho'gall, reclaim Orgrimmar, and welcome back the great Warchief Garrosh! For the Orcs, for your descendants, for Azeroth! Tonight, every one of us is a hero!"
The short man's speech was incredibly moving; the Orcs were all moved to tears, their hearts pounding with excitement and their blood boiling.
Med'an was also responsible for this effect; he secretly constructed a bewitching Magic Circle that influenced the audience's mental state, making them easily agitated.
Two hundred thousand civilians of Orgrimmar, mostly gathered in the Valley of Wisdom, surged towards the Valley of Strength where Cho'gall was located like a tidal wave after the speech ended.
Cho'gall's eyes darted around, and he whispered, "It would seem too fake if there were no resistance. Where would I put my face? Are those stubborn guys ready?"
A Twilight's Hammer member said, "They've been dressed in overseer's robes and given a small number of weapons."
"Very well, their anger needs an outlet. Let the Orcs kill each other. Tonight's Orcs are not heroes, but just insane Butchers." Cho'gall.
When the Twilight's Hammer stormed Orgrimmar, they encountered resistance.
They are Garrosh's loyal guards, responsible for the defense of Orgrimmar and maintaining daily Order, and their number is approximately five thousand.
The Twilight's Hammer forces were few in number, but each individual was incredibly powerful. Despite the Orgrimmar guards' fierce resistance, they were overwhelmed, with a few killed and most taken prisoner.
These guards, imprisoned in a dark dungeon, refused to surrender and remained defiant to the death.
Two hundred thousand civilians rushed out of Valley of Wisdom, each having consumed a small amount of Blood of Mannoroth. Their eyes were bloodshot, and their inner bloodlust was eager to be unleashed.
Upon entering the Valley of Strength, one sees a group of Orcs ahead, with the front row of Orcs wielding various weapons and wearing purple overseer leather armor.
The Orgrimmar guards, who had just been released, were in a daze when they saw countless Orcs rushing out of Valley of Wisdom. An officer was about to step forward to explain.
Seeing this, the short Orcs immediately understood and deliberately shouted, "Kill all of Cho'gall's lackeys! For the sake of Azeroth, the Master of Destiny protects us, we have nothing to fear!"
The Orcs, filled with rage, charged towards the loyal guards, howling as they did so.
A Blood War ensued. The guards of Orgrimmar, imprisoned for many days and fed only rotten flatbread, suffered greatly and were no longer as strong as before.
In a fierce and exhilarating battle, almost all five thousand guards were torn to pieces and became food for their comrades. As the short man got into the killing frenzy, a near-absurd idea suddenly popped into his head.
Garrosh is currently at the Great Beastmaster's Den in the Valley of Trials, and he doesn't have many soldiers with him. Why not take this opportunity to seize his place?
Twilight Highlands, Blood Gorge.
Mogor brought two bottles of fine wine to Chief Zuluhed's tent. Zuluhed was very pleased with his son-in-law, and the two got along very well, drinking and chatting as usual.
Zuluhed was quite drunk, and seeing that the time was ripe, Mogor suddenly said:
"The world is so vast, I want to go out and see it."