On the western sea of Mantid Highlands, 50,000 Alliance soldiers are stationed at Niuzao Temple.
Niuzao Temple, located on an island, was originally part of the Azure Dragon's Spine and an important stronghold of the Great Wall. After the Alliance army entered Niuzao Temple, although Anduin himself lacked experience, Stormwind City had many experienced generals who quickly made Niuzao Temple an impregnable stronghold.
Meanwhile, the Shado-Pan Monastery sent supplies, and the plea for help sent to the Mogu also came in handy. The Mogu provided a lot of armor and weapons, along with hundreds of Catapults and dozens of warships.
When the 50,000- Orcs army arrived, the Alliance soldiers were already prepared, and the stone bridge leading to the Townlong Steppes became a treacherous obstacle.
The Orcs attacked repeatedly, leaving only corpses scattered on the ground and blood staining the stone bridge, but they could not advance any further.
The Orcs then attempted to launch an attack from the sea, but Orcs weakness in water warfare became apparent, resulting in even greater losses.
After several days of continuous fighting, the Orcs suffered heavy losses and their morale was low. Even more worrying was that their food supplies were being consumed too quickly.
The Alliance's generals ascended the high platform and gazed at the Horde camp on the opposite bank, clearly sensing a heavy and oppressive atmosphere permeating the air.
A general confidently Anduin, "They claimed to have 500,000, but they've only managed less than 50,000. These past few days of defeats have severely damaged the Orcs' morale, while our lads have grown stronger. In a few more days, when the Orcs' supplies are completely exhausted, that will be our counterattack. Not a single Orcs will leave Pandaria."
Anduin didn't think so. He was Prince, and his understanding was different from that of ordinary generals. He knew that the outcome of this war depended solely on the strong.
"How much food do we have left?" Anduin asked anxiously.
The Quartermaster replied, "Prince Highness, Niuzao Temple is an important Pandaren stronghold. We've found a granary that's enough to feed us for half a year."
Anduin closed his eyes, and countless Orcs with bloodshot eyes charged at him, stimulating his fragile nerves.
Hurriedly opening his eyes, Anduin covered in sweat and said worriedly, "I'm worried the Orcs have another trick up their sleeve."
Another general said, "Prince Highness, rest assured, times have changed. The Orcs caught us off guard back then, but as we've come to understand Orcs, they're not so scary anymore. Even the most ordinary soldier knows how to defeat an Orcs."
"Yes, Prince Highness, the greatest strength of humankind is its adaptability. Back then, the Trolls, Dwarves, Night Elves, even Furbolg- Gnoll, were all stronger than us in one-on-one combat. Once we adapt to their fighting styles, they won't be so terrifying anymore."
Anduin and remained silent, his worry showing no sign of easing.
A Secret Service agent from SI:7 climbed onto the platform and shouted anxiously, "Prince Highness, something terrible has happened! Warchief Garrosh of the Warchief Horde merged with Y'Shaarj's Heart of Darkness at the Waterspeaker's Sanctuary at Ink-Gill Pool, transforming into a monster several meters tall, and is leading a large army toward the Townlong Steppes!"
"What? The Heart of Y'Shaarj?"
Anduin's thin body trembled slightly, and he almost fell to the ground, but was fortunately supported by his generals in time.
"I knew it, it's over, we're all finished."
Anduin clutched his forehead, feeling a deafening roar in his head, as if the sky were falling and the earth were collapsing. His vision blurred, and he incoherently gave the order:
"Quickly, prepare the boats. We must leave here, the sooner the better."
The generals disagreed. One of them said, "Prince Highness, even if Garrosh has turned into a monster, how will we know we are no match for him if we don't try? We cannot retreat like this."
Anduin's eyes widened, and he roared arrogantly, "You have no idea how terrifying the Heart of Y'Shaarj is! Any one of the seven Sha of Pandaria would defeat us. Garrosh now more powerful than all seven Sha combined. The Alliance has no hope. Humanity is finished."
Upon hearing Anduin's words, the generals were all terrified, filled with unease, and speechless.
Anduin sighed, "We can only surrender to Garrosh and pray for his mercy."
"You're wrong, Prince Highness. Garrosh will only devour us all. Since we're going to die anyway, we might as well fight him to the death and uphold humanity's last vestige of dignity." The speaker was Laines Trollbane. Because of Malkorok, Anduin hadn't killed him, but had constantly harassed him and repeatedly tried to kill him.
Anduin scoffed, "Fine, Lains, I'll leave the rest of the soldiers to you. I'd like to see how you fight Garrosh to the death."
Lains accepted the order expressionlessly and went to make preparations.
The Alliance's Troop Transport Ship are all in the Krasarang Wilds. Although the Mogu have provided a considerable number of warships, it is far from enough to evacuate 50,000 soldiers.
Anduin already decided to escape, and he needed to leave troops behind to cover him. Lains volunteered, which suited Anduin's wishes perfectly.
Later that night, Prince Anduin prepared a large ship and took all the warships with him, intending to leave under the cover of night, accompanied by many important generals.
Knowing he couldn't stop it, Lains could only plead with Anduin leave behind a set of armor. He found a soldier who resembled Anduin build, hoping he could wear the Prince's armor and occasionally appear before the soldiers to prevent morale from dropping.
Although it was just a small condition, Prince Highness still coldly refused.
Only a handful of generals remained, all of whom were usually marginalized and unpopular. Watching the fleet recede into the night, the generals exchanged bitter smiles.
The folly of a commander can lead to the defeat of an army.
The cowardice of a king is the tragedy of a nation.
A feeling of betrayal.
A few days later, cheers erupted from the Orcs Camp on the opposite bank.
Lains led several generals to the high platform, where they saw a vast army that seemed to stretch to the horizon slowly approaching the Orcs camp. The leader was Garrosh, whose towering figure, several meters tall, was particularly eye-catching among the troops.
Since Garrosh merged with Y'Shaarj's Heart of Darkness, the news quickly spread throughout Pandaria. In order to survive, various races flocked to Garrosh. The Jinyu Hozen, Yaungol, and Pandaren formed a snowball effect, and their ranks grew larger and larger.
If the previous Orcs army of 500,000 was just a bluff, Garrosh's army now exceeds 500,000.
With an army of 500,000, their camps stretching for dozens of miles, the expressions of the generals around him changed, but Lains breathed a sigh of relief and smiled:
"This rabble will scatter like birds and beasts once Garrosh is defeated."
One of the generals asked in surprise, "General, why do you say that? Garrosh is very powerful. How can we defeat him?"
Lains said in a low voice, "Don't you understand Orcs? They have never had the habit of sharing with other races. Garrosh's subjugation of the various races of Pandaria actually exposed his true strength. If he were really as powerful as the rumors say, he would have turned them into Tough Jerky long ago."
Several generals found some merit in what they heard, and one of them said:
"If Garrosh refuses to fight and only sends various races to their deaths in turn, thus depleting our forces, what can we do?"
After a long silence, Lains said with a wry smile, "Then we have no choice but to fight to the death."