Led by his guards, the Tauren Gamon entered the chieftain's tent.
Nazgrim, who was good at reading people, noticed that Garrosh had a special respect for the Tauren, a respect that came from the bottom of his heart and was not feigned.
"Just who is this Tauren?" Nazgrim and his generals pondered.
Upon seeing Garrosh, Gamon showed no nervousness whatsoever, smiling as he scratched an itch and handed him a list.
The list was densely filled with names. Garrosh said solemnly, "Don't worry, none of them will escape. Before the final battle with the Alliance tomorrow morning, I'll hang them all at the gates of Orgrimmar City as a sacrifice to avenge you."
Upon hearing this, all the generals were shocked. Nazgrim nodded, thinking to himself, "So that's how it is."
Ever since Gamon moved into the Orgrimmar inn, Garrosh has been frequently executing groups of people without any reason or even a charge. The generals of Orgrimmar cannot fathom the Warchief's intentions, and everyone lives in fear.
Nazgrim had someone investigate and discovered that these executed individuals shared a common characteristic: they had all bullied Gamon.
Gamon was just a lowly Tauren, Nazgrim didn't take it seriously, thinking it was a coincidence and there must be another reason.
The mystery has now been solved.
But upon closer reflection, Nazgrim felt a deep sense of fear.
It's important to know that those who bully Gamon aren't just locals of Orgrimmar, but also merchants and adventurers from all over the world.
They were just staying in Orgrimmar or simply passing through, yet Gamon was able to find their names, proving that Gamon was not alone; there was an organization behind him.
Garrosh politely asked, "Gamon, can the Secret Weapon be activated now?"
The Tauren Gamon shook his head and said, "No problem. Once everyone on the list is dead, we can activate the Secret Weapon."
Garrosh was overjoyed and ordered the arrest of everyone on the list, leaving no one out.
Tomorrow's decisive battle against the Alliance is approaching, and after much deliberation, Garrosh has finally decided on Nazgrim as the commander.
Nazgrim had made a mistake and was imprisoned for a long time. Garrosh did not want to use him because most of his generals were useless and sycophants. Only Nazgrim was a veteran with rich combat experience.
The next morning, as the morning mist had just dissipated, a row of corpses hung on the walls of Orgrimmar.
Sylvanas and Varian stood on a high ground, using telescopes to look at the Orgrimmar City. They saw rows of corpses, and both of them were astonished.
The latest intelligence has been sent out: some of Garrosh's generals are secretly colluding with the Alliance, while others are selling intelligence to the Forsaken, and some have even sold a single piece of information to both sides.
"What is Gamon's identity? Does SI:7 have any intelligence on him?" Sylvanas asked.
Varian shook his head. "SI:7 investigated Gamon's background, but unfortunately found nothing. He seems to have appeared out of thin air, with no upbringing or family. Although he is Tauren, his appearance is different from the Tauren of Mulgore, and he doesn't seem like Tauren of Highmountain at all."
Sylvanas scoffed, "I have a feeling that this Gamon will become a key figure in deciding the course of the war."
Varian glanced at Sylvanas in surprise. At that moment, the thunderous sound of war drums rang out, and the Alliance and the Horde began to form their battle formations.
The Alliance's formation was quite well-organized, with infantry at the very front, followed by archers, Catapults, and cavalry protecting the flanks. Sylvanas secretly admired the Alliance commander; he was very capable.
On the other hand, the Horde's side was in complete chaos, with wolf riders in front and axe-wielding infantry behind.
Hordes value tradition and have always fought in this way. They are not used to forming battle formations. Although Garrosh's Iron Horde has armed its soldiers to the teeth, it cannot change their habits.
With both sides in position, the Charge call to charge sounded, and as usual, the Horde launched the first Charge.
General Nazgrim personally led the charge, giving a brief speech to boost morale, and the wolf riders began their Charge.
The Orcs charged with Charge force, shaking the earth. Orcs ferocious faces and deafening roars put immense psychological pressure on the Alliance soldiers.
As usual, the Alliance used shield infantry and spearmen to defend, forming a defensive formation to block the wolf riders' attack with their shields. Spears pierced through the gaps between the shields, their sharp tips gleaming coldly.
Long spearmen have an advantage against cavalry, but the Horde's wolf riders are not the same as human cavalry. Worg are good at leaping, maneuvering, and are extremely fierce.
Human heavy cavalry, once knocked off their horses, cannot get up. Orcs wolf riders are also heavily armored, but because of Orcs robust physique, they can maintain their fighting strength even without their mounts. After recalling their Worg, they can rejoin the battle as cavalry. Therefore, human battle formations are often broken through by wolf riders. Unfortunately, a solution has not yet been found.
Archers behind the infantry drew their bows and fired. After a dense rain of arrows, only a few wolf riders were killed. Varian gasped.
In the past, the wolf riders' armor was not good enough, and many of them were even shirtless, which allowed human archers to inflict heavy casualties.
But the Horde soldiers are now too well-equipped, while the Alliance side has not made any progress.
With a confident smile, Sylvanas naturally took over the command.
At the command of the Dark Lady, the Court Mages of Stormwind City and the Forsaken mages of Undercity cast a spell together. The Charge wolf riders suddenly felt the ground soften, and they sank into the mud and sand. Many Worg broke their legs as a result. The wolf riders behind could not stop Charge and collided with the wolf riders in front. In an instant, men and wolves fell to the ground in chaos.
The combined spells cast by the mages from both sides were quite effective, creating a wide strip of quicksand on the Battlefield. The Horde's Charge was forcibly halted, and Nazgrim had no choice but to order the wolf riders to retreat in preparation for a second Charge.
Although the Alliance gained a significant advantage, the mage units exhausted their mana and were unable to join the Battlefield for a short period.
Varian curled his lip, saying nothing but clearly disapproving. In his view, precious mage troops should be used where they are most needed, rather than wasting their magic on ordinary soldiers.
Sylvanas explained calmly, "I've studied the war between humans and Orcs. In 80% of the battles where humans lost, they were defeated by the first wave of Charge. The Orcs have extremely strong explosive power, but unfortunately, they lack endurance. Once they have the momentum, their second Charge will be much less effective."
Just as Sylvanas had predicted, the wolf riders' second Charge was much less powerful. They trampled over the bodies of their comrades in the quicksand and charged into the square of shields and spears, but failed to break through the defenses. The two sides were locked in a stalemate, forcing Nazgrim to commit his infantry ahead of schedule.
Human cavalry on both flanks joined the battle, Nazgrim divided his forces to block them, successfully relieving the pressure on the infantry in the front.
Sylvanas then made a strange move; she ordered the Alliance to retreat.
Upon learning that the enemy commander was General Nazgrim, Sylvanas presented her pre-prepared plan, Varian dared not question.
The Alliance commander was excellent, directing the various units to provide alternating cover and retreat in an orderly manner.
Varian whispered, "The battle flags haven't fallen, the formation hasn't broken; this is clearly a trap to lure the enemy in. General Nazgrim, a renowned general, would never fall for it."
Sylvanas smiled without saying a word.