The position of Warchief is never a gift, nor does it fall from the sky; it must be fought for and earned with one's life.
Sylvanas acted swiftly, first ordering Lor'themar Theron, the leader of the Blood Elves, to come to Undercity.
This was a secret meeting; after all, Lor'themar Theron also had her pride.
As war raged across Azeroth, the Forsaken rose rapidly at a visible pace, while the Blood Elves remained stagnant.
This is because the Blood Elves have never truly overcome their Mana Addiction. Lor'themar Theron even suspects that becoming Forsaken is the only way to get rid of Mana Addiction.
Silvermoon City and Undercity are too close, so they help each other. Meanwhile, the Blood Elves are threatened by the Forsaken, Lor'themar Theron is completely obedient to Sylvanas.
The two sides quickly reached an agreement, and by then, everyone in the Horde except the Orcs had agreed to support Vol'jin.
It seems that only one thing remains: overthrow the current Warchief Garrosh's rule.
After the Female Orcs Jaina was rescued by Kalecgos, the Priests accompanying the army healed Varian's wounds.
The Alliance fleet was trapped at sea for many days, only gaining freedom when its fresh water and food supplies were about to run out.
The stubborn Varian was extremely unconvinced and insisted on going his own way, commanding the fleet to continue advancing, with Orgrimmar as their target.
Just then, a vast fleet of Forsaken appeared on the sea, blocking Varian's path.
Sylvanas did not launch an attack, but instead invited Varian to come and talk.
The Forsaken fleet was overwhelming, with more ships than the Alliance fleet. Seeing no hope of victory, Varian had no choice but to grit his teeth and board the Forsaken flagship.
Sylvanas, her expression indifferent, abruptly asked, "How many soldiers does Kingdom of Stormwind have?"
This is no time to show weakness. Varian, "This is just 30,000 soldiers serving as the vanguard. Stormwind City's 100,000 main force troops are ready to provide support at any time."
"Really? But I saw a lot of female soldiers in your ranks." Sylvanas smiled mysteriously.
Varian's expression turned very unpleasant.
On the Azeroth Continent, humans and Orcs share a similarity: war is far removed from women.
This is different from the Elves. Whether they are the Night Elves in the forest, the High Elves living near the Sunwell, or the Nightborne of Suramar, Elf women have a very high status. After hundreds of years of honing their war skills, Elf women are no less powerful than men.
However, as short-lived species, humans and Orcs would experience a sharp decline in combat effectiveness if a certain proportion of female soldiers appeared in their military camps; the reasons for this are obvious to everyone.
The large-scale deployment of human female soldiers was a desperate measure by Varian, as Sylvanas succinctly pointed out.
Sylvanas persisted, "Stormwind City has had a poor harvest this year. If the war drags on, your soldiers will be starving. The only way is to end this quickly."
Varian's gaze darted around; he was well aware of the situation. If it weren't for the charm of the Female Orcs Jaina, Varian wouldn't have gotten involved in this mess.
"Perhaps I can help you."
Sylvanas said sincerely, "The Forsaken soldiers will wear Alliance uniforms and blend into your army. To avoid being detected by Garrosh, we will primarily provide ranged support."
Most of the Forsaken archers were High Elves from Silvermoon City in their previous lives, so their archery skills were naturally superb.
Varian looked surprised. Why would the Forsaken need the Alliance's name to fight the Orcs?
Sylvanas calmly explained, "I did this for two reasons. First, to lull Garrosh into a false sense of security so we can launch a surprise attack. Second, for reasons I'd rather not explain, the Forsaken cannot openly break ties with the Orcs. Varian, this isn't a request, it's coercion."
Varian couldn't fathom Sylvanas's intentions, but with the Forsaken now stronger, Varian had no choice but to compromise.
At Sylvanas's command, the Forsaken fleet hoisted the Alliance flag and provided supplies to Varian's fleet.
The two armies mingled together and sailed majestically toward Orgrimmar.
Garrosh waited for many days, but the Alliance army never arrived.
Fortunately, the Vale of Eternal Blossoms achieved a great victory, and Thrall fell into their trap. Although it was a pity that Thrall could not be killed, Thrall Fel Orcs no longer posed a threat.
On this day, scouts finally reported that the Alliance fleet was approaching Orgrimmar, though the number of ships was greater than expected.
"Preliminary estimates suggest the Alliance has five hundred ships and over seventy thousand soldiers," the scout said cautiously, avoiding Garrosh's gaze.
Garrosh on the throne sneered, "No wonder the Alliance fleet hasn't shown up for so many days; they were waiting for reinforcements. What do you all think?"
Eitrigg cleverly replied, "Warchief, the Alliance is nothing but a bunch of chickens and dogs. Give me three thousand soldiers and twenty ships, and I will surely take Varian's head."
"Foolish, this is not the time for boasting."
General Nazgrim glared at Eitrigg, who had long been disgusted by the obsequious Eitrigg.
"Warchief, the Orcs excel in open-field battles. I request permission to lead the army to Durotar to confront the Alliance."
Garrosh stepped down from his throne, a mysterious smile playing on his lips.
"Varian has surprised me, Eitrigg, so I'll give you three thousand soldiers and twenty ships."
Eitrigg looked at Nazgrim defiantly, smugly.
"Thank you for your trust, Warchief."
Nazgrim was puzzled, but then Garrosh whispered:
"It's time to activate the Secret Weapon."
What is the Secret Weapon? Nazgrim was confused, but judging from Eitrigg's expression, he clearly already knew the truth.
Nazgrim felt a pang of desolation. He had spent his life on the battlefield, achieving countless military exploits, but in the Warchief's heart, he was still no match for a sycophant who knew how to flatter.
The calm sea suddenly became turbulent, with towering waves, and the Alliance and Forsaken fleets were violently tossed about in the waves.
What happened?
Varian and Sylvanas appeared on the deck, raising their binoculars almost simultaneously.
Directly ahead of the fleet, a terrifying behemoth shrouded in darkness floated on the sea, its size equivalent to three Orgrimmars.
"What is this thing?" Varian felt a chill run down his spine.
Sylvanas gave Varian a strange look. "Pandaria had twelve Ancient Divine Turtles, eleven of which were eaten by the Orcs. Garrosh used their bones to create a monster. I've heard that SI:7 is the best spy organization in Azeroth, and you didn't know that?"
Varian scratched his head sheepishly and glared at the SI:7 nearby.
The agent said, sounding aggrieved, "Your King, we have already reported this to you."
"Impossible! You're clearly lying! I don't remember anything like it!" Varian roared.
The agent blinked and whispered, "Not long ago, in the villa of your most favored female Tauren, my colleague personally handed you the investigation data. For this intelligence, we sacrificed seventeen colleagues, all of them top-notch agents."
Varian vaguely recalled the incident, but unfortunately, the adorable heifer had a peculiar habit of eating paper. In an attempt to please her, Varian completely ignored the crucial intelligence obtained at the cost of a human life and fed it directly to the heifer.