Blood War at the Terrace of Endless Spring (2)

A large open space was fenced off outside Terrace of Endless Spring, and soldiers from both sides stood densely packed around it.

Thrall and Garrosh, the two most powerful Orcs, stripped off all their clothes, leaving only a piece of cloth around their waists.

According to the ancient tradition of the Orcs, both sides should use their most suitable weapons. This time, Thrall and Garrosh were very wise and reached an agreement to abandon their weapons.

Compared to fists and feet, weapons are harder to control and can easily injure the opponent. If tempers flare and things turn into a real fight, it can become a life-or-death duel.

The noble Thrall and Garrosh would never waste their lives on pointless duels!

Thrall and Garrosh distrusted each other, and only a duel without weapons could they reluctantly agree to, since it was just a show for their respective armies.

Before the duel, someone helped them apply oil to their bodies.

Both of them were of noble status, and neither of them used ordinary oils; each had its own unique purpose.

The duel began, Thrall and Garrosh entered the arena. The war drums thundered, their sound and frequency cleverly concealing their whispers without interfering with their boasts.

Garrosh roared triumphantly, "Thrall, the Orcs' glory today is all thanks to me, Garrosh, not to you, you useless coward!"

The Kor'kron soldiers cheered, Garrosh immediately lowered his voice. "Thrall, surrender. You are no match for me. The Caverns of Time provide me with an endless supply of Orcs; my soldiers are inexhaustible. This is just a small fraction of the Kor'kron Orcs."

Thrall's voice boomed as he mocked everyone, "Garrosh, when I led the Orcs across the Great Sea and established Orgrimmar, you were still farming in Nagrand."

The Fel Orcs raised his arm, loudly cheering for Thrall. In response, Thrall whispered, "Do you really think there are that many Orcs in Outland? Let me tell you the truth, the Orcs here are all secretly provided to me by the Caverns of Time. Magtheridon keeps turning them into Fel Orcs. How many Kor'kron Orcs can your Y'Shaarj's Heart of Darkness create in a day?"

Garrosh's voice was louder, successfully overwhelming Thrall.

"Thrall, you ungrateful traitor! If I hadn't helped you wipe out countless Draenei in Outland, they would have opened the Dark Portal long ago and sought revenge against the Orcs. Look at what you've done! You abandoned the fertile lands of Lordaeron and settled in the barren Durotar. How many Orcs have paid the price with their lives because of your foolishness!"

Privately, Garrosh retorted, "Pandaria is the Orcs' meat storehouse. The Jinyu Hozen multiplying relentlessly, and the Yaungol are forging armor and weapons for me day and night. What do you have to fight me with?"

Thrall took a deep breath, secretly channeling elemental power, and successfully drowned out Garrosh's voice:

"Absurd! I led the Orcs to settle in Kalimdor, established Orgrimmar, successfully turned the Tauren into food, subjugated the Trolls as slaves, and sowed Scourge. Sylvanas knelt at my feet, helping us resist the Alliance's attacks. I laid the foundation for the Horde, and what have you done?"

Then, Thrall lowered his voice. "Outland may be shattered, but it has a vast variety of creatures. You probably don't know this, Zangarmarsh, Nagrand, and Blade's Edge are all under the control of the Fel Orcs, providing me with a constant supply of meat. How many days can your Jinyu and Hozen eat? I've enslaved the Gronn to forge armor and weapons for me. What can the Yaungol compare to the Gronn?"

Garrosh raised his voice again, his throat almost hoarse. "Thrall, you are a useless piece of trash! The Orcs are powerful, our Warriors are enough to sweep across Azeroth. It is you who weakened the Orcs, forcing them to rely on establishing the Horde to survive. You have disgraced the Orcs. You are the weakest of the Horde's Horde."

Lowering his voice, Garrosh whispered, "Let's begin our duel, and talk as we fight."

Thrall's voice boomed. "Foolish, Garrosh! You have no idea what diplomacy is, what it means to subdue the enemy without fighting. You're just a muscle-bound brute. Sooner or later, the Orcs will become the common enemy of Azeroth because of you."

Before the words had even finished, Thrall nodded. "Alright, let the duel begin. Make sure it's spectacular."

Garrosh took a deep breath and announced loudly, "Only one person will walk out alive today. Thrall, you're older, so you'll throw the first punch."

Thrall didn't hold back either, slamming his right foot into the ground and charging forward with imposing momentum, throwing a powerful punch.

Garrosh raised one arm to block, while his other arm lashed out like a venomous snake, striking Thrall's head.

Thrall dodged, slightly straining his waist and shifting his footwork, managing to slip behind Garrosh and throw a punch.

As if Garrosh had eyes in the back of his head, he ducked to avoid Garrosh's punch, and at the same time, he spread his body and swept his right leg across Thrall's lower body.

The two exchanged blows, making for a lively and exciting fight.

It's important to understand that in a true life-or-death duel, both sides will resort to underhanded tactics, making the fight extremely ugly.

Only in performances like this, where both sides maintain perfect coordination, can countless excellent punches be delivered, eliciting cheers and applause.

Fists and kicks flew as the two men negotiated in hushed tones.

"Garrosh, are you really going to continue fighting? The weak Kor'kron are no match for the Fel Orcs."

"What a joke! The Kor'kron are well-trained and well-equipped, while your Fel Orcs are like a bunch of incompetent Kobolds. Don't forget, Pandaria is my home turf."

Thrall thought for a moment and said, "How about this, I'll give up the Terrace of Endless Spring and allow you to slaughter these damned Jinyu, but Jade Forest and Vale of Eternal Blossoms are mine, along with the Mistveil Trestle."

"Impossible. You should be the one withdrawing from the Timeless Isle. The entirety of Pandaria belongs to me."

"Garrosh, don't get carried away. If we really fight, we'll both be severely injured, we'll both lose face, and it will only benefit the Alliance and the races of Pandaria."

Garrosh made a reasonable concession. "The Jade Forest is yours, that's the final line."

Thrall nodded. "Okay, it's decided then."

After the two sides reached a verbal agreement, Garrosh whispered a suggestion, "In a moment, I'll pretend to be unable to hold on, and you can pretend to beat me up. Then I'll beat you up. That way, we'll both save face, and we'll have something to tell others."

Thrall hesitated for a moment. "You have to promise you won't go too far."

"Of course, it wouldn't be good for either of us if we really got into a fight. I'll go easy on you, and you should too."

Thrall and Garrosh's private negotiations were overheard by Murozond and Robbie.

Terrace of Endless Spring was betrayed by Thrall, a result Robbie did not want to see.

Robbie noticed a group of Pandaren approaching from afar, led by a strong Pandaren.

Murozond raised an eyebrow, activated his Time Force, and saw through the Huoji's past experiences.

"The Pandaren Huoji, a skilled Monk who came to join Garrosh's forces."

Robbie's mind raced, and he smiled, "In that case, I'll create an opportunity for Huoji to pledge allegiance to Garrosh."