The leaders of the two armies, Thrall and Garrosh, were the first to withdraw from the Battlefield.
Then there were the generals who tried to quell the chaos, but all their efforts were in vain; once the Orcs went berserk, they would not obey orders.
Some generals took advantage of the chaos to slip away, some left in despair, and many more died in the ensuing turmoil.
Before long, only the soldiers from both sides were engaged in a fierce melee at the entrance of Terrace of Endless Spring.
"For the great Savior, Thrall."
"For Warchief Garrosh!"
The slogans were shouted loudly, and initially both sides knew who the enemy was.
But as the number of ferocious Orcs increased, most soldiers, their eyes bloodshot, became indiscriminate in their attacks, often swinging their axes at their own men, eventually leading to a massive melee.
All the Orcs struggled and fought in this quagmire, with no distinction between factions; everyone around them was an enemy, and only by killing their opponents could they survive.
The three elders of Terrace of Endless Spring were dumbfounded. They had never seen such a war before, and they finally understood Thrall and Garrosh's wisdom: fleeing immediately was the best option.
A few Orcs on the edge of the Battlefield, who did not enter a berserk state, secretly fled when they saw the situation was not good, but unfortunately, there were not many such lucky ones.
The chaotic battle lasted for a full day and night. Many Orcs could no longer stand. The banners of both sides were long gone, and most of their armor was damaged. The melee left every soldier covered in mud, making it impossible to distinguish one another, but they still fought for survival, wanting only to kill those around them.
When it was all over, the area in front of Terrace of Endless Spring was piled high with corpses, tattered flags, broken weapons, limbs scattered everywhere, and blood that was slowly drying.
Thrall retreated to the Jade Forest's Tian Monastery, furious. The remnants of the defeated army at Terrace of Endless Spring had returned, less than a tenth of their original strength. A force of surprise troops accumulated over many years had been completely wiped out overnight. Enraged, Thrall was eager to vent his anger.
The defeated soldiers and fleeing generals were brought before Thrall, all in a sorry state, and generally bearing injuries of varying degrees.
Thrall's face was grim as he coldly said, "You still have the nerve to come before me? In the history of the Orcs, fleeing is the greatest disgrace. As the Savior of Azeroth, I fought to the very last moment, but what about you? Take them away and kill them all."
These loyal soldiers, who fought to the last moment and then voluntarily returned to serve Thrall, were thus mercilessly killed at Tian Monastery.
They didn't know that a great figure like Thrall never valued the lives of ordinary soldiers, treating them worse than slaves.
Thrall, having vented his anger, felt much better and said gravely, "The second wave of Fel Orcs won't be able to enter Pandaria for some time, but I don't think that's a solution."
Vol'jin, standing to the side, cautiously said, "Savior, Garrosh must have suffered heavy losses in this battle alone, and it will be difficult for him to recover in a short time. In my opinion, saving Azeroth and destroying Garrosh is a major task that the Alliance and the Horde face together, and it should not fall on your shoulders alone, Savior."
Upon hearing this, Thrall slapped his thigh in regret, realizing his mistake.
I thought Garrosh's forces were just ordinary Orcs, and I could wipe them out in one battle.
Surprisingly, the Kor'kron Orcs created by Garrosh using the Heart of Y'Shaarj are almost as powerful as the Fel Orcs.
Thrall for a moment, then said, "Order Velen to manipulate Stormwind City's politics through Anduin, inciting the Alliance to wage war against Garrosh."
Thrall's eyes darted around, Thrall added, "Vol'jin, I need you to go to Undercity and persuade Sylvanas to stand with us. If you fail, we'll all die."
Vale of Eternal Blossoms, Garrosh's newly built camp.
The hero Huoji was captured and was initially filled with despair, but things soon took a turn for the better when Troll freed Huoji and asked him to bathe, change his clothes, and attend Warchief Garrosh's banquet.
Huoji was overjoyed; indeed, Warchief Garrosh was not an ungrateful person.
The bath was very large, and Huoji, I saw quite a few people, Pandaren, Yaungol, Hozen, and many Jinyu swimming around in the pool.
What were they discussing? Huoji pricked up his ears and heard a Yaungol:
"I think teppanyaki is better. The ingredients don't need to be marinated or processed. They're just placed directly on a hot iron plate and grilled. Only salt and pepper are added to taste the most original flavor."
A Pandaren shook his head. "The simpler the processing, the higher the requirements for the ingredients. I still prefer strong-flavored stir-fries, with plenty of oil, salt, and chili, resulting in a crispy exterior and tender interior, leaving a lingering fragrance in your mouth."
A Jinyu emerged from the water and said coldly, "You Pandaren are nothing but charlatans who cheat diners. Your mouths are full of seasonings; even if the ingredients are spoiled, it's hard to tell."
Huoji was very dissatisfied after hearing this and protested, "Don't you know that our Pandaren cooking skills are the best in Azeroth?"
"Yes, yes," the Pandaren chimed in. "Tonight I'll prove that Pandaren food is the best in the world!"
Huoji scratched his head, thinking to himself that these people must be Garrosh's cook.
The Yaungol's eyes widened, and he said defiantly, "You just said you have high standards for ingredients, does that mean we're not good ingredients?"
The Pandaren curled his lip and said, "With that rotten flesh of yours, the Warchief would surely vomit."
Huoji thought it sounded a bit strange; something seemed off about those places.
A Hozen jumped out. "Everyone, stop arguing! Let's settle this tonight and see which tribe our esteemed Warchief's tribe eats the most!"
The Pandaren pumped their fists. "We'll stake our honor on it!"
"Wait!"
Huoji looked around. "The Warchief ate the most? What does that mean?"
The Pandaren patted Huoji on the shoulder and said, "You're new here, aren't you? None of the four races in Pandaria are willing to submit to the others, and they're all holding their breath, vying to be the most popular ingredient among the Orcs. Tonight, we're fortunate enough to be on Warchief Garrosh's table and gloriously eaten by Warchief. Don't embarrass the Pandaren."
Huoji turned pale upon hearing this. Although he already knew that Orcs ate people and that his entire family had been eaten by Orcs, he never expected that the respected Warchief Garrosh would be such a person.
"You're quite happy to be eaten?" Huoji couldn't understand.
The Yaungol patted his chest proudly and said, "I went through layers of selection and overcame numerous obstacles to become the Warchief's food. I am the pride of the Yaungol tribe."
Huoji couldn't understand what was so proud of about being eaten.
After bathing and changing clothes, the group marched in neat formation, driven by the Orcs, to the chieftain's tent.
Various cooking tools were laid out in front of them, and a group of Troll Chefs were busy at work.
Huoji was contemplating how to escape, but unfortunately, the surrounding defenses were tight, and he had been drugged by the Orcs, leaving him weak and powerless. He couldn't help but feel sad about his Destiny.
"This isn't fair," the Yaungol beside him said indignantly.
Even the Yaungol, seemingly poised to be eaten, felt a pang of sympathy, thought Huoji.
New ingredients entered the tent, among which were several figures resembling Yaungol, their attitude extremely arrogant, heads held high, looking down on everyone.
The Yaungol gritted his teeth and said, "The Tauren from Mulgore are renowned for their delicious meat. I am the pride of the Yaungol race and I absolutely cannot bring shame upon Yaungol."
Huoji experienced waves of darkness before his eyes. Why was this happening?