To Varian's surprise, Nazgrim ordered a pursuit.
"Why would this happen?" Varian asked, puzzled. As King, Varian was not good at commanding troops, but he could still see that this was a trap.
Sylvanas smiled and said, "Because Nazgrim has tasted the sweetness of victory countless times."
Varian was even more surprised, Sylvanas continued:
"What makes a general a great general is not that he is better at commanding battles than others, but that he is adept at using the lives of his soldiers to pave his own path to promotion. Suppose there are two generals, one of whom sees through the enemy's plot and chooses to avoid battle, while the other general pursues them relentlessly. After being surrounded, he fights bravely, and although his side suffers heavy losses, he eliminates a large number of enemies and successfully breaks through the encirclement. Who do you think will be promoted?"
"Of course, it's the number one general," Varian blurted out, then his tone became less certain. "Perhaps!"
Although reluctant to admit it, Varian knew that if there was only one spot, the second general would most likely be promoted.
The situation in battle is often murky and unclear, like being caught in a thick fog, making it difficult to grasp. You can't expect your superiors, who judge merits, to be more outstanding. Whether it's a trap or an opportunity often depends on a single thought.
This world is often controlled by mediocre people. Under the overwhelming momentum of victory, the generals leading the troops often appear mediocre, and others may think, "I could do that too."
If one can find a way out of a desperate situation, it is obviously easier to gain attention and promotion.
Varian whispered, "Could it be that General Nazgrim used this method to rise to his current position?"
Sylvanas nodded. "Look at General Nazgrim's resume; he's been through all tough battles. He can turn a great victory into a hard-fought battle—that's Nazgrim's strength."
Varian secretly mocked Garrosh, realizing that Garrosh lacked the ability to judge character.
The area around the gates of Orgrimmar is flat and suitable for large -Legion battles.
Not far away lies Razor Hill, with its continuous mountain ranges, rolling hills, and steep cliffs, making it impossible to launch Charge —a nightmare for human cavalry.
The Orcs' Worg are skilled climbers and are therefore less affected, which is why Nazgrim is confident he can catch up.
Unfortunately, Nazgrim lacked intelligence and was unaware that the Forsaken had already joined the battle.
After the Kor'kron Orcs entered Razor Hill, Forsaken archers dressed in the Alliance uniforms appeared on the steep cliffs, raining down arrows from above. The black arrows, like venomous snakes, claimed the lives of many Orcs.
The Forsaken have a greater affinity for magic than humans; their arrows are enchanted and can easily penetrate thick armor.
The Alliance soldiers immediately changed their fighting style, splitting up to guard the roads leading to the various cliffs and protecting the Forsaken archers.
Nazgrim will not retreat easily, as that would tarnish his record, as he led the Orcs to attack the cliffs occupied by the Forsaken.
The battle once again reached a stalemate, with both sides repeatedly vying for the high ground. The Orcs fought bravely and quickly gained the upper hand, breaking through the Alliance's defenses and capturing several high points. However, when they finally reached the cliff, they lost track of the Forsaken archers.
From a distance, Varian could see clearly through his telescope that the Forsaken could stop breathing for a short time, had already dug pits on the cliff and prepared camouflage. Once the Orcs broke through the blockade, they would crawl into the pits and bury themselves in the ground.
The Orcs soldiers climbed the cliff but couldn't find anyone. They also had to deal with the Alliance soldiers' counterattack. They could only wait for the Alliance soldiers to recapture the cliff before the archers climbed out.
After the Alliance heavy casualties, Varian noticed that the Orcs' offensive was gradually slowing down and could no longer maintain its initial sharpness.
"I understand," Varian exclaimed. "Garrosh used heavy armor to Orcs, unaware that the weight of the armor accelerates their exhaustion. The Orcs have marched a long distance in pursuit and are now embroiled in a difficult positional battle. Once the Orcs are exhausted, that will be our victory. We are certain to win this battle."
Sylvanas looked at her like she was an idiot. "Don't you really know?"
"What should I know?" Varian asked, puzzled.
Sylvanas pointed at the soldiers fighting fiercely in Razor Hill: "These are just minor skirmishes. What will truly determine the outcome is the trump cards of both sides. Don't you know that Garrosh has three Secret Weapons: one for the sea, one for the land, and one for the air? The Secret Weapon for the sea is the Turtlebone Sea Monster, and the Secret Weapons for the land and the air have yet to be revealed."
Varian scratched his head, looking bewildered.
Sylvanas sighed softly, "You dare to attack Orgrimmar without knowing anything? You're really just supplying the Orcs with provisions."
Varian was very unhappy that there was information he didn't know about, and glared angrily at the SI:7 beside him.
The agent said, sounding aggrieved, "Your King, we have reported this to you many times."
Varian pondered for a moment, "You mean the Iron Battle Scorpion and the Proto-Dragon Galakras?"
The agent nodded.
The Iron Battle Scorpion was once destroyed by the Black Dragon Prince Wrathion. Under the command of a mysterious figure, the secret workshops in Orgrimmar worked day and night to rebuild a new Iron Battle Scorpion, which was even more powerful than the previous one.
Garrosh brought back hundreds of Proto-Dragons and a large number of Dragon Eggs from Northrend. Under the guidance of a mysterious figure, the Proto-Dragons went through battles, devoured each other, and fused their flesh and blood, eventually giving birth to Galakras, who is said to be more powerful than ordinary adult Dragons and whose strength is close to that of the five ancient Dragon Aspects.
SI:7 paid a heavy price to obtain intelligence on the Iron Battle Scorpion and Galakras, but Varian never took it seriously.
Varian chuckled awkwardly. What were you busy with back then?
He might be trying to please his mistress, or he might be sulking with Anduin, or he might be painstakingly balancing the noble factions in Stormwind City to consolidate his rule.
In short, Varian's time was extremely valuable, and he overlooked this crucial intelligence.
As Varian had predicted, the Orcs grew weary, and the Alliance forces turned the tide, gradually gaining the upper hand.
The Alliance cavalry bypassed Razor Hill and blocked the Orcs' retreat from the rear. Nazgrim then realized that the situation was hopeless and attempted several breakouts, but all failed.
Seeing that the Orcs were about to be annihilated at Razor Hill, Garrosh and Gamon climbed onto the walls of Orgrimmar City.
Two Kor'kron Dark Shaman cast spells in a basin of water, clearly displaying the battle situation in Razor Hill. Garrosh observed for a long time, then roared angrily:
"The Alliance archers couldn't possibly be that skilled; it could only be the Forsaken or Blood Elves. They betrayed me; they absolutely cannot be forgiven. Even more hateful is Nazgrim; he has disappointed me greatly and must be severely punished."
Gamon, brimming with confidence, smiled and said, "Warchief, there's no need to worry. Once the Secret Weapon is activated, we can wipe them all out. Razor Hill will become their graveyard."
Garrosh respectfully said, "I wish you a successful mission, Master."
Rumble.
With a deafening roar, a massive Iron Battle Scorpion leaped over the Orgrimmar City and pounced onto the Razor Hill Battlefield.
At the same time, the resounding roar of the Proto-Dragon Galakras echoed in the air.
Upon learning that the two monsters had joined the Battlefield, Varian turned pale with fright and collapsed to the ground.