It is said that the Draenei spaceship crashed in Azeroth, which led to the formation of the Draenei city of Exodar.
However, a closer examination of Exodar's geographical location reveals that this is pure nonsense.
Exodar is located in a mountain range at the westernmost tip of Azuremyst Isle. Azuremyst Isle is very close to Darnassus, the capital city of the Night Elves, and the Darkshore lies to the east.
It offers convenient transportation and supplies, is far from Orcs, and enjoys the protection of the Night Elf race.
It's important to know that among all the races of Azeroth, only the Night Elf race are truly peaceful and unassuming.
If it had crashed near Stormwind City or Ironforge, Exodar's ship would have been torn to shreds long ago.
If it lands on Horde territory, no one will know that such a Draenei spaceship exists; all traces will be erased, and the Draenei will mysteriously disappear into the vast universe.
Based on the existing evidence, the Draenei's ship "crashing" on Azuremyst Isle must have been a carefully calculated move.
It is virtually impossible for Eitrigg to approach Exodar with only five hundred Orcs.
It would require traversing the vast territory of the Night Elf race, facing countless Night Elves in pursuit and interception; even 50,000 Orcs might not be able to accomplish this.
Garrosh glanced sideways at Eitrigg: "I hope this isn't a joke."
"No jokes in the military," Eitrigg said solemnly.
Garrosh chuckled coldly, "Fine, I'll give you five hundred Orcs. If you can't finish, I'll hang your corpse on the Orgrimmar City and make your head into a chamber pot."
Eitrigg obeyed the order and, with the help of a mage, opened Portal, returning to the rebuilding Orgrimmar.
Garrosh said coldly, "That wretched old dog, I finally have a reason to kill him."
Unfortunately, Garrosh knew nothing about Eitrigg, much less about the Draenei.
Eitrigg is a Veteran, more senior than Thrall and Garrosh, belonging to their fathers' generation.
In his youth, Eitrigg served as an officer under Blackhand Blackhand, leading his army to slaughter villages of Draenei, turning them all—men, women, children, and the elderly—into Tough Jerky. The Draenei heads were strung together on wooden poles, forming a dense forest, Draenei called the Head Butcher.
For this reason, Tirion Fordring Eitrigg, regarding him as a confidant and believing him to possess noble personal charm.
In the memories of the older Draenei, Eitrigg was a mass murderer, even more terrifying than Sargeras.
Eitrigg already knew the Draenei's nature; under the leadership of the Prophet Velen, they were nothing more than a bunch of domesticated pigs.
Stepping into the soon-to-be-completed Orgrimmar, Eitrigg, carrying Thrall's orders, entered the military headquarters. He bowed and scraped all the way, smiling obsequiously. The people in the military didn't treat Eitrigg well, making him wait outside for three days and three nights without a drop of water. He almost fainted from hunger before they finally assigned him five hundred soldiers.
Five hundred old, weak, sick, and disabled people, all wounded, and more than half missing limbs. Eitrigg took a closer look and found that no more than ten of them could lift weapons.
But it's enough to deal with the Draenei.
Eitrigg personally paid for and hired Gryphon to transport the wounded army to Sun Rock Retreat in the Stonetalon Mountains.
Subsequently, the Draenei summoned Goblin journalist who delivered a public speech, declaring that in Garrosh's name, they would wage war against Exodar and eliminate the Draenei plotted to destroy Azeroth.
Various media outlets rushed to report on it, with Eitrigg's ferocious and monstrous face occupying most of the newspaper pages.
When the news reached Exodar, the Draenei were thrown into chaos, as if the end of the world was near.
"This is bad! The Orcs are attacking! Quickly call Darnassus for help!"
"We're doomed! Quick, get out of Azeroth!"
"I've heard that the leader of the army is Eitrigg, the Headbutcher, the noblest orc in Azeroth. We're all going to have our heads chopped off."
"Merciful Naaru, please save us!"
"By the Holy Light, I urge you all to commit suicide to uphold the dignity of the Draenei."
Eitrigg's impending invasion of Exodar ignited fear in the hearts of the older generation of Draenei, and panic spread, leading more than a fifth of the Draenei to commit suicide in despair.
Exodar was in chaos, but some people remained calm and quickly reported the matter to the Prophet Velen.
Stormwind City.
Prince Anduin was tortured to the point of near death. The Prophet Velen walked out of the torture chamber with satisfaction, only to see a young Draenei rushing towards him.
"Prophet Lord, it's terrible! The Orcs are attacking Exodar!"
"What?"
Velen was terrified; his eyes were filled with fear, he trembled, his legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground.
The Draenei wandered the stars and bravely fought against their enemies, but they were powerless against the Orcs, like mice before a cat.
This is because after the Orcs drank the Blood of Mannoroth, Velen was inspired by a prophecy and forbade the Draenei from rebelling against the Orcs.
However, there were many spirited Draenei, Velen worried that they might disobey orders and jeopardize the great cause, so he issued a Holy Light Edict.
The Holy Light Edict has a powerful binding force on Draenei cultivate the Holy Light. It is a mysterious power, and from then on, the Draenei have a deep-seated fear of the Orcs.
Back then, two Orcs could slaughter an entire village of Draenei.
Later, with the fall of Exodar, large numbers of Draenei were slaughtered by the Orcs. Seeing that the Draenei were on the verge of extinction, the Prophet Velen realized that this could not continue, so he revoked the Holy Light Edict.
Unfortunately, the fear of the Orcs was deeply ingrained in the Draenei's hearts, and even with the revocation of the Holy Light Edict, the Draenei were still unable to fight the Orcs.
Of course, Velen never regretted it; he used the souls of the Draenei to gain enormous benefits from the Army of the Light.
"What should we do? Are we going to have to wander again?" With the help of the young Draenei, Velen managed to stand up.
The young Draenei, "Prophet, our ship is not repaired. You must help us make a decision."
"There must be a way, there must be a way!" Velen panicked. "That's it! Ask the Alliance for help! Ask Malfurion and Tyrande for help!"
The young Draenei looked disgusted and complained, "We already asked for help. Tyrande said she could guarantee the Orcs wouldn't cross into Night Elf territory, and there were only five hundred Orcs. The Night Elves thought the Draenei could hold them off. That foolish woman, she has no idea how terrifying the Orcs are."
"That's five hundred Orcs!" Velen exclaimed, scratching his beard in frustration. "Enough to destroy Exodar a hundred times over!"
"Prophet, pray to the Holy Light," the young Draenei advised.
After being reminded, Velen came to his senses and hurriedly found an Anjing room to pray devoutly to the Holy Light, asking for its guidance.
"Merciful Holy Light, please guide the lost wanderer."
Countless chaotic and fragmented images drifted past Velen like falling leaves, with one leaf coming closest to Velen.
Velen grasped the leaf as if it were his own life.
On the throne, Warchief Garrosh stood majestically, with a green-skinned Goblin kneeling before him.
"You insignificant Goblin, go to Stormwind City and tell that old dog Velen..."
The image shattered, Velen finally felt relieved. The Draenei were willing to pay any price as long as negotiations were possible.