The Turtlebone Sea Monster rapidly approached the Alliance fleet. Enveloped in a thick, dark aura, eleven enormous skulls emitted shrill screams, their backs covered in sharp black bone spurs like a dense forest.
Varian was so frightened that he trembled all over, his legs went weak, and he almost knelt on the deck.
If Varian had known of the existence of such a terrifying monster, he would never have dared to attack Orgrimmar.
"Quickly, quickly, Court Mages, prepare the Portal to return to Stormwind City."
These monsters are beyond human capability to defeat. Escaping back to Stormwind City is the best course of action. As for these soldiers, they can be fed to the Orcs as rations. As long as the propaganda is effective, no one will know of their existence.
Sylvanas scoffed, "Give me a break, Varian. You think Garrosh wouldn't have guessed that?"
A Court Mages whispered in Varian's ear, "Your King, teleportation is disabled."
Varian's face turned ashen. He gripped his hair tightly and shouted, "Turn the rudder! Turn the ship around! Escape!"
But ships are nowhere near as fast as the Turtlebone Sea Monster, Varian knew his chances of survival were slim.
Sylvanas raised her hand and slapped Varian on the shoulder with such force that Varian staggered and nearly fell onto the deck.
"With me here, what are you afraid of?" Sylvanas said fiercely.
Nine Forsaken mages dressed in Stormwind City court robes emerged from the cabin to prepare a spell together.
Sylvanas explained in a low voice, "Given the Orcs' understanding of magic, they wouldn't be able to create such a sea monster. It must be some mysterious entity behind Garrosh secretly guiding them. That mysterious person probably didn't want to reveal themselves, so they used the simplest and most common Undead magic. The technique is very sophisticated, but it's not difficult to break."
Varian was relieved to learn that the Forsaken mages had no problem with Undead magic.
Varian had never liked Sylvanas, and even disliked her somewhat, but now he treated her like a savior.
Behind the Turtlebone Sea Monster, Eitrigg stood at the bow of the ship, with the Sunreavers mage beside him responsible for interfering with the teleportation.
Eitrigg was beaming with pride. With the help of the Turtlebone Sea Monster, victory would be a piece of cake. Eitrigg would personally cut off Varian's head and hang it at the gates of Orgrimmar City, while the body would be given to Warchief Garrosh to be made into a delicious meal.
The Storm King was nothing more than food for the Orcs.
Suddenly, the Turtlebone Sea Monster stopped moving forward. With a series of creaking and unpleasant sounds, all eleven heads simultaneously let out a sigh of relief. The dark aura gradually dissipated, and the sea monster's massive body was torn to pieces, its bones, corrupted by dark magic, sinking into the sea.
The sea returned to calm, Eitrigg quickly grabbed his binoculars, spotting nine "Court Mages" on the deck of the opposing flagship.
"It was the Court Mages of Stormwind City; they cracked our Secret Weapon!" Eitrigg exclaimed in shock.
The Sunreavers mage beside him also looked surprised and said uncertainly, "Some of the Court Mages of Stormwind City are not from Dalaran; they have their own lineage."
Eitrigg stood there stunned for a moment, then turned to the Sunreavers mage. "Quickly, dispel the teleportation barrier here, open the Portal, target Dalaran."
"Why not go back to Orgrimmar?" the Sunreavers mage asked in surprise.
Eitrigg roared, "Are you an idiot? Do you think Garrosh will let us go? He'll hang our heads at the gates of Orgrimmar City. If you want to live, you'll have to seek refuge in Dalaran. Even being Violet Hold is better than dying here."
The Sunreavers mage suddenly realized what was happening and quickly opened a Portal to Dalaran.
Orgrimmar.
Garrosh awaited news of victory, smiling as he addressed his generals:
"Of all you generals, I trust Eitrigg the most. He is reliable, understands the big picture, and is highly capable. His most outstanding virtue is his unwavering loyalty. He never indulges in pleasure and is devoted to the rise of the Orcs, slaughtering countless humans. No wonder Tirion Fordring calls him the noblest Orcs."
The generals below, seeing which way the wind was blowing, echoed and praised Eitrigg's goodness.
"Eitrigg is gentle in nature and treats his colleagues with the warmth of a spring breeze."
"Yes, Eitrigg is highly skilled in martial arts and possesses exceptional wisdom; he could defeat Tirion Fordring with just one finger."
"Tirion Fordring is nothing but a name without substance. He couldn't even handle the Lich King. If Eitrigg were to make a move, he could shatter the Frozen Throne with a single blow."
Only Nazgrim remained silent.
After a while, a scout ran into the chieftain's tent, panting, "Warchief, Warchief!"
Garrosh said with a smile:
"Don't worry, did Eitrigg bring back Varian's head? If the battle was intense, it's alright if he didn't bring back a complete corpse, although it's a bit of a shame we didn't get to eat Varian."
The scout, his face flushed, cried out, "Warchief, the Turtlebone Sea Monster has shattered for some reason! Eitrigg, he... he escaped!"
"What?"
Garrosh was enraged. He grabbed Gorehowl, leaped in front of the scout, and cleaved him in two with a single axe blow, blood flowing everywhere.
"Damn Eitrigg, I saw through him long ago. Incompetent, cowardly, only knows how to run away, never knows how to take responsibility. The Turtlebone Sea Monster was created by Eitrigg. I understand now, Eitrigg must be loyal to his former master and is secretly plotting against him. That despicable and shameless guy, I should have taken his head sooner."
Seeing this, the other generals also joined in, kicking Eitrigg while he was down and hurling insults and curses at him.
"Warchief, do not be troubled. Eitrigg is nothing but a shameless, treacherous, and capricious man. We despise him from the bottom of our hearts."
"I heard that Eitrigg deserted in his early years, fleeing to Tirion Fordring in Hearthglen and betraying his comrades to the humans."
"Eitrigg and Tirion Fordring are in cahoots; if it weren't for their interference, the war against the Lich King wouldn't have been so difficult."
Nazgrim remained silent.
Garrosh Pain Suppression his anger and said expressionlessly:
"Since we couldn't destroy the Alliance at sea, we had to resort to land battles. Fortunately, our warriors are never afraid. Nazgrim, what are your thoughts?"
Nazgrim whispered:
"Kingdom of Stormwind has suffered a poor harvest, and its military rations are certainly insufficient. My suggestion is to hold the city. Orgrimmar has high walls and strong fortifications. If we can hold out for half a month, the Alliance will surely be defeated. Kor'kron can preserve their strength to deal with Thrall's Fel Orcs."
Garrosh hesitated, Malkorok stepped forward and said:
"This plan is flawed. Varian is no fool. Seeing that we are holding firm, he will definitely retreat before our supplies run out. If we don't eliminate the Alliance's main force in Orgrimmar, we will face even tougher battles in the future. Stormwind City is also heavily fortified with high walls and a wide moat. How many warriors will it take to pay the price?"
Garrosh nodded in agreement. "That makes sense. My ambition is to conquer all of Azeroth. Thrall has just suffered a defeat, and the new Fel Orcs haven't been delivered yet, so there's no need to worry about him. Besides, our Secret Weapon isn't just the Turtlebone Sea Monster."
Upon hearing about the Secret Weapon, Nazgrim frowned again.
Garrosh called out, "Bring Gamon to me!"
Gamon is a Tauren lives in an inn in Orgrimmar year-round, and a complete drunkard.
The generals were puzzled as to why the Warchief wanted to see Gamon.