In fact, Garrosh completely misunderstood Med'an. After receiving the Guardian's Staff a reward, Med'an immediately returned to Karazhan; he had no intention of becoming a god to a group of filthy Orcs.
Back in Karazhan, Med'an nervously went to the library to see his father.
Medivh took Atiesh, the Legendary staff of the Guardians, carefully stroked it for a moment, then shook his head and said:
"The Orcs are indeed a bunch of ignorant barbarians. After being touched by Orcs, this staff has lost its spirit and become a vulgar, common object. Med'an, you can take it. I'll teach you how to nurture it; perhaps in a hundred years, it can be restored to its original state."
The Guardian's Staff has returned to Med'an's hands.
A Legendary weapon requires professional maintenance to preserve its spirit. The Guardian's Staff, having fallen into the hands of Thrall and Garrosh, is like a fine jewel falling into a pigsty; it has long been ruined beyond recognition.
Med'an nodded hurriedly in agreement.
Medivh said with a stern expression, "Judging by the time, Thrall's army has already arrived in Orgrimmar. Do you think they will win?"
Not daring to guess, Med'an tentatively asked, "Father, whose side do you support?"
Medivh smiled mysteriously and said loudly, "For us, it makes no difference whether Thrall or Garrosh wins or loses. They are merely parasites raised in Orgrimmar. The victor reigns supreme, while the loser is doomed. What we need to pay attention to are the forces behind them."
Med'an voiced the question that had been lingering in his mind, "The Cataclysm caused by Garrosh and Thrall was terrifying. Who was behind them?"
Medivh became enigmatic, and he said in a low voice:
"The true deities are hidden behind the scenes. Perhaps we have heard their names before. Remember, all beings are like a chessboard, and each of us is a piece. Whether a piece is useful or useless, none can escape the final calamity."
Med'an wondered to himself, what kind of pawn should he become to protect himself?
Medivh suddenly remembered something, looked up and said:
"Med'an, get ready. The Bronze Dragonflight need your cooperation. Perhaps you can find a glimmer of hope."
Orgrimmar.
Thrall's Orcs army swept across the land, covering the mountains and plains, and could already see the back gate of Orgrimmar.
After the battle at Vermilion Bird Temple, Thrall recovered from his injuries on the Timeless Isle and found that Wrathion had become unpredictable and eccentric, completely different from before.
Wrathion forbade Thrall from tormenting the August Celestials. One day, Thrall passed by the Coliseum and overheard Wrathion teaching the August Celestials to read. Under Wrathion's tutelage, the August Celestials recited incessantly:
"Swords of wind and frost, besieged on all sides."
Immovable as a mountain, unshakable since time immemorial.
Without hope, there is no bright future.
Go and create the Destiny you desire!
Learn from mistakes.
Listen to your inner voice and find the truth.
Even in the darkest places, it will light your way.
Thrall was terrified. This was one of his usual tricks, used to brainwash his subordinates, ultimately turning them into mindless, judgmentless zombies who only obeyed orders.
Wrathion's methods were clearly more effective, and even the August Celestials were not immune.
Thrall, fearing he might also fall victim to the same scheme, consulted Wrathion, proposing to take advantage of Cho'gall's Garrosh of Orgrimmar to vie for the Warchief position.
Surprisingly, Wrathion agreed and even helped Thrall build Troop Transport Ship.
Thrall led over 40,000 Orcs soldiers from the Timeless Isle in a massive attack on Azshara Rustwater Port. Upon hearing of Thrall's return, Gallywix immediately fled.
The army landed at Rustwater Port, slaughtered Goblin of the Rustwater Port for food, and after a short rest, marched in a mighty force toward Orgrimmar.
Orgrimmar had 200,000 Orcs, Thrall's original plan was to take the city swiftly before Garrosh could take control of Orgrimmar.
Unfortunately, Thrall's march was a little slow. After Garrosh slaughtered the remaining 100,000 Orcs, Thrall only arrived at the back gate of Orgrimmar.
The two most powerful Orcs of the day are about to engage in a Blood War. The victor will become the great Savior, remembered for eternity, while the loser will be branded as the Destroyer, forever infamous.
Before leaving, Cho'gall breached Orgrimmar's defenses, leaving the walls riddled with damage and practically useless, rendering Orgrimmar indefensible.
The two armies lined up in their respective formations and faced each other outside the north gate.
Garrosh stood atop the city gate tower at the rear of the army, surveying Thrall's massive force from above.
Meanwhile, Thrall, positioned at the rear of the army, erected a high platform, almost as tall as the gates of Orgrimmar. Thrall ascended the platform, his gaze meeting Garrosh's in mid-air.
Both were fully armed and wore expressions of determination, but at the same time, they were both uneasy inside.
Thrall's unease stemmed from concerns that other races of the Horde might come to his aid, especially Sylvanas's Forsaken, who had become a force to be reckoned with, and who had heard that the escaped Gallywix had already pledged allegiance to Sylvanas.
Garrosh was worried about the small number of his own soldiers. He feared that once the fighting started, the soldiers would panic and scatter, and in the chaos of a rout, the Warchief would be no different from an ordinary soldier.
Thrall spoke first, proclaiming in a loud voice:
"Garrosh Hellscream, my father was the great Frostwolf Clan Chieftain Durotan, your father was the old dog Grommash Hellscream. We are both Orcs of noble birth. I propose, in accordance with the ancient traditions of our ancestors, a Blood War."
Upon hearing the word "Blood War," soldiers on both sides simultaneously showed expressions of horror.
The Veterans boasted to the new recruits more than once that the most sacred way for Old Horde Clans to resolve conflicts was through Blood War.
This is an incredibly ancient tradition, deeply rooted in the Humans. Only when an Orcs has participated in the Blood War and survived does it signify true maturity.
There are many reasons why Orcs Clans fight, such as generations of blood feuds, fighting for land, fighting for female Orcs, or even just disliking each other. All of these can lead to large-scale battles and bloodshed.
But the root cause is only one: not having enough to eat.
The land produces limited resources, and the amount of prey available for hunting is also limited.
However, the Orcs reproduced too quickly, and every mouth needed to eat meat. When the land could no longer sustain them, wars would break out to reduce the population.
The Blood War arose under these circumstances. Both sides first divided their tribesmen according to their fighting strength, then agreed on the number of soldiers to fight. The weakest soldiers went into Battlefield first, while the stronger soldiers supervised from the rear, and so on.
Rarely do Blood War go to the brink of defeat. Generally, once more than half of both sides have been wiped out, the Blood War will stop and the two chieftains will sit down to negotiate.
The weak are ruthlessly eliminated, while the strongest soldiers survive. They marry, have children, and continue the lineage, ensuring that the Clans's physical strength grows ever stronger.
Thrall has more soldiers, giving Thrall an advantage in the Blood War.
The advantage is that once Blood War begins, the situation will continue and will not collapse instantly.
Garrosh pondered for a long time, realizing that Blood War could resolve his greatest worry, and grinned maliciously:
"Very well, Thrall. Let's follow the ancient Orcs tradition and have a Blood War at the gates of Orgrimmar to see who is the true Horde the Warchief."