Blood War at the Terrace of Endless Spring (1)

Since the Orcs entered Pandaria, all races in Pandaria have been on the verge of extinction, fields have become barren, and people have become sparsely populated; one could travel hundreds of miles without seeing a single person.

Twenty thousand Fel Orcs emerged from the Dark Portal and, with the help of the Sunreavers, entered the Jade Forest through Portal. They stormed the Tian Monastery, causing the monks to flee in terror, and the Fel Orcs devoured the Great Zen Master's estate.

Despite such a grand display, no one in Pandaria knew about it.

On this day, banners fluttered at Terrace of Endless Spring on the Misty Mistveil Trestle, Pandaria's four allied forces covered the mountains and plains in countless numbers, followed by a 5,000- Orcs oversight force.

Garrosh reverted to his Orcs form, his purple heart residing in a large wagon, always by his side.

The three elders of Terrace of Endless Spring are very strong, Garrosh knows he is no match for them. However, as long as the allied forces of all races take the lead and exhaust the three elders' mana at any cost, victory will surely belong to Garrosh.

The four-tribe allied forces are numerous, mostly products of overbreeding, with low intelligence, no different from wild beasts, and there are as many as you want.

Cannon fodder without independent thought, who will not betray or rebel, who are hardworking and fearless of death—this is Garrosh's ideal soldier.

At Garrosh's command, the four-race alliance sent out 50,000 vanguard troops to launch a probing attack on Terrace of Endless Spring. To avoid being caught in the crossfire, 5,000 Orcs retreated a short distance.

In the Orcs central army, Garrosh calmly sipped his tea, awaiting news of victory.

The expected battle cries did not come. The 50,000-strong allied army of the four tribes entered Terrace of Endless Spring and disappeared silently, like a drop of water falling into the ocean.

The three elders must have used powerful magic to annihilate the 50,000-strong allied army, so how could there have been no sound at all?

Garrosh is baffled. Even if 50,000 pigs were slaughtered, they would at least grunt a few times!

The water at Terrace of Endless Spring is very deep.

Garrosh immediately became cautious and ordered General Nazgrim beside him:

"Send another 100,000 allied troops, and I refuse to believe that Terrace of Endless Spring is more terrifying than the Burning Legion's lair."

General Nazgrim immediately went to make preparations, and before long, a massive army of 100,000 men stormed into Terrace of Endless Spring.

After waiting for a long time, there was still no movement. Terrace of Endless Spring seemed like a Demons's mouth, swallowing up the entire 150,000-strong allied army of the four tribes.

Garrosh frowned, realizing something was wrong, and his expression turned grim. Seeing this, General Nazgrim quickly dispatched Orcs to investigate.

Terrace of Endless Spring.

After the 50,000-strong vanguard army entered Terrace of Endless Spring, they were met head-on by Thrall's Fel Orcs army.

The four-race allied army, overpopulated, had a special magic imprint on their minds from birth, making them incredibly loyal to the Orcs. Unfortunately, they couldn't distinguish between ordinary Orcs and Fel Orcs, and a large number of them knelt down in unison.

The Fel Orcs slaughtered 50,000 allied troops without a fight, turning them into Tough Jerky.

The second time, 100,000 allied soldiers were sent, but they met the same fate, though they did help Thrall solve the problem of food supplies.

Thrall, beaming with pride, boasted to the three elders of Terrace of Endless Spring:

"Garrosh's soldiers are just ordinary Orcs from the Caverns of Time, useless trash raised by the Blue Dragonflight. My Fel Orcs, empowered by Fel, are strong and robust, capable of taking on ten at once without a problem. They remind me of the powerful Dragonblood Orcs of yesteryear."

Thrall felt a pang of regret; the power of the Dragonblood Orcs was far beyond what the Fel Orcs could match.

Now, Terrace of Endless Spring is full of Fel Orcs. These terrifying Orcs are more violent than ordinary Orcs, with blood-red skin, red pupils, and Demons -like thorns growing on their skin.

The three elders spoke words of flattery, praising Thrall's wisdom and boasting about the power of the Fel Orcs, but in their hearts they were secretly worried.

If it weren't for Garrosh's massive army pressing in, they would never have cooperated with Thrall.

After the 20,000 Fel Orcs had eaten and drunk their fill, Thrall stood up, his face contorted with rage, and said, "It's time. The Fel Orcs crave blood and battle. I implore the three elders to help us deal with Garrosh."

Guardian Kaolan quickly replied, "Our Savior has helped us protect Terrace of Endless Spring, so of course we must do our part. Garrosh is in our care."

Thrall waved his hand dismissively and laughed, "Very well, Terrace of Endless Spring is Garrosh's doom."

"Warchief, something terrible has happened!"

A scout, sweating profusely, ran towards Garrosh, anxiously saying, "There are many Orcs at Terrace of Endless Spring!"

"Orcs, the Thrall?"

Garrosh's eyes darted around. "Impossible. The Caverns of Time haven't been providing Thrall with any soldiers recently."

The scout, still catching his breath, said, "They're not ordinary Orcs; they're Fel Orcs from Outland."

Garrosh gasped, then sneered, "Thrall, I didn't expect you to have this trick up your sleeve. Nazgrim, inform Malkorok, it's time to let our lads make their appearance."

Nazgrim accepted the order and rode his war wolf towards the rear.

Twenty thousand Fel Orcs troops stormed out of Terrace of Endless Spring, most of them heavily armed infantry, with a small number of elite wolf riders covering their flanks.

At the forefront were several mutated Fel Orcs, each over ten meters tall, not much smaller than Garrosh had fused with the Heart of Darkness.

In addition, many Shaman from the Earthen Ring joined the effort, forming a precious elemental Legion.

Thrall rode a massive war wolf, wielding the Doomhammer, gazing at Garrosh in the distance.

With the great battle imminent, Garrosh has merged with the Heart of Darkness, making his towering height of over ten meters particularly striking.

Thrall, empowered by Elemental Power, let his voice boom like Thunder.

"Garrosh, in the end, we've come to the final step. For the sake of Azeroth, you must die. This is a battle filled with honor."

The sky was overcast with dark clouds and Thunder rumbled. The three elders of Terrace of Endless Spring were ready.

Garrosh grinned maliciously, "Thrall, you've hidden yourself well, but it's pointless. Let me show you the true Kor'kron elite."

The earth trembled continuously. Behind Garrosh, a fully armed Orcs army charged in, led by Malkorok.

Thrall carefully observed the army and was astonished to find that all the soldiers, like Malkorok, had been Power Infusion of the purple heart, making them in no way inferior to the Fel Orcs.

Two massive Orcs armies faced off at the entrance to Terrace of Endless Spring, Thrall and Garrosh glaring at each other, neither seemingly willing to yield.

But in reality, both of them were terrified.

Thrall cannot afford to lose; if the Fel Orcs army is wiped out, he will lose everything.

Garrosh cannot afford to lose either. His reputation is built on a series of victories. If he were to be defeated by Thrall, the news would quickly spread and become known throughout Azeroth.

Almost simultaneously, both of them had the idea of giving up.

Above in the sky, the three elders of Terrace of Endless Spring were the most anxious.

As the saying goes, it's easy to invite a god but hard to send him away. If 20,000 Fel Orcs remain in Terrace of Endless Spring, there will never be a peaceful day Terrace of Endless Spring.

Garrosh was the first to lose his temper, shouting, "Thrall, the Fel Orcs and the Kor'kron elites are my dearest kin. I cannot bear to see my compatriots suffer heavy casualties. Let us follow the ancient Orcs tradition and have a one-on-one duel to the death. I promise not to use the Heart of Darkness."

Thrall's eyes darted around, and he quickly understood: Garrosh's so-called duel to the death was actually a private negotiation.

"Very well, let us follow the ancient tradition of the Orcs. Only one person can survive today." Thrall readily agreed.