The Iron Battle Scorpion pounced on the Alliance cavalry, causing chaos and disarray among the men and horses.
The Alliance cavalry maintained their discipline, attacking the Iron Battle Scorpion, but unfortunately, all their weapons were useless against this steel monster, and they were mercilessly slaughtered.
The cavalry force blocking the Orcs' retreat was forcibly torn open, and General Nazgrim was overjoyed at the sight, hurriedly ordering the exhausted Kor'kron Orcs to move closer to the Iron Battle Scorpion.
But the Iron Battle Scorpion, indiscriminate in its attack, raised its blade against the approaching Orcs.
The Proto-Dragon Galakras swooped down on the chaotic army, unleashing a torrent of Dragon's Breath that instantly killed a large number of the Alliance and Horde soldiers caught in the crossfire.
With two monsters joining the battle, both the Alliance and the Horde descended into chaos. Command systems gradually became ineffective, and soldiers on both sides fought desperately for their own survival.
"Charge! Advance! Kill them all, for Kingdom of Stormwind!" Varian shouted the order, then whispered to Sylvanas:
"The battle situation is dire; both sides are in complete chaos. Let's get out of here quickly."
Sylvanas smiled faintly and said, "Your troops have become a disorganized mob, Forsaken army has maintained its formation."
Varian stared intently at the Battlefield, where the Alliance and Horde were in complete disarray, and no Orcs was organizing an attack on the high ground.
At the top of the cliffs, Forsaken archers looked down and relentlessly reaped the lives of Orcs.
"What about those two monsters?" Varian asked. It was good that the Forsaken hadn't gotten involved in the chaos, but to win, they had to eliminate the two monsters.
Sylvanas smiled and said, "I'm not as Recklessness as you; I never fight a battle I'm not sure I can win."
On the back of the Proto-Dragon Galakras is Zaela, the woman of Garrosh, the current leader of the Dragonmaw Clan. This berserk orc Orcs roars wildly:
"Burn, burn! Let this world be filled with the fury of the Orcs!"
Galakras 'Galakrond's Flames roared as Galakrond spewed forth. Alliance soldiers brought out their ballistae, designed for Dragons, and fired them as Galakras swooped down. The two-meter-long bolts, with their long chains, struck Galakras's wings, but only made its body sway; they failed to penetrate the membranous wings.
Zaela commanded Galakras to fly towards the ballista, Galakrond's Flames consumed the last hope of the Alliance soldiers.
"Dance under the Flames, you bunch of trash, puppets!" Zaela shouted triumphantly.
Next, Zaela turned her gaze to the Forsaken archers on the mountaintop. Although they were dressed in the Alliance attire, their identities had already been exposed.
"My little darling, let these bones turn to ashes! All those who betrayed the Warchief deserve to die!"
Galakras took off again, took a deep breath to gather its Dragon's Breath, and began to dive downwards, its target the nearest cliff.
Just halfway down the cliff, Zaela spotted dark cannons looming on the cliff face.
"That's a ballista!"
The cannon was black, and the muzzle emitted a strong green aura, clearly indicating the power of Fel.
Ballistae from the Burning Legion, or ballistae manufactured using Legion technology.
It was too late to stop the dive; they could only grit their teeth and charge forward, hoping Galakras's membrane wings could stop the ballistae.
Boom!
With a loud bang, the ballista, now entirely green, fired a long bolt with a chain attached, which pierced deeply into Galakras's wing.
Galakras groaned in pain, and the Dragon's Breath he had prepared missed its mark.
Immediately afterward, more ballistae appeared on the cliff. With each boom of the cannons, Galakras was hit repeatedly. The Forsaken tightened the chains of the ballistae, and Galakras was finally unable to move, becoming a live target in the sky. Seeing this, Zaela glared fiercely in Sylvanas's direction, then helplessly tore open the Teleportation Scroll and disappeared.
Under the continuous bombardment, Galakras could no longer maintain his flight and fell into the chaos of the Alliance and Horde, letting out painful cries.
Sylvanas said smugly, "These ballistae are for dealing with the Dragon Aspects; they're the latest technology from the Burning Legion."
For an ordinary person, acquiring the Burning Legion's technology would be a betrayal of Azeroth, but for Sylvanas, Varian could only be envious.
The earth trembled, and four towering Golems burst forth from the Forsaken camp, traversing the vast Battlefield and lunging at the rampaging Iron Battle Scorpions.
The Golems wielded warhammers. The four Golems surrounded the Iron Battle Scorpion, and the hammers rained down, making a cracking sound as the Iron Battle Scorpion's body was struck.
Varian stared in disbelief, asking in astonishment, "Where did these Golems come from?"
Sylvanas curled her lip in disdain, then said with a hint of pity:
"Like the ballistae, these are the property of the Blood Elves. Back then, Prince Kael'thas had no choice but to seek refuge with the Burning Legion for the continuation of the Blood Elves. He obtained ballistae and Golem technology from the Burning Legion, and the Blood Elves' revival seemed imminent. However, it all fell apart halfway, and Kael'thas's rule was unexpectedly overthrown by his own people. The ballistae are still usable, Golems, due to power problems, could only be left to gather dust in the warehouse. I used a large number of Magic Gems to finally get these Golems moving."
It seems these Golems are not cheap; they require a huge amount of Wealth and cannot be used lightly. Varian felt slightly relieved.
Sylvanas's openness was intended to reassure Varian and ensure the continuation of their cooperation.
Under the siege of the Golems, the Iron Battle Scorpion was reduced to a pile of parts, and the Proto-Dragon Galakras was hacked into mincemeat by the Alliance soldiers.
On the Orgrimmar City, watching the army crumble like a house of cards, Garrosh, who was observing the battle, was so anxious that his eyes turned red, while Gamon, standing to the side, remained calm and composed.
The Kor'kron army was finally driven to its end. Nazgrim took advantage of the chaos to lead a small number of soldiers back to Orgrimmar, while the rest of his troops perished at Razor Hill. Sylvanas never spared any survivors.
Varian rallied and led the Alliance army to besiege Orgrimmar.
Orgrimmar is built on a hillside, backed by towering mountains and bordered by the Southfury River on the other side. Its high walls and thick ramparts make it easy to defend and difficult to attack.
However, it has a major flaw: by blocking both the front and back doors, the entire city's population can be trapped.
After the victory, Sylvanas politely handed over command to Varian, knowing that Varian was prone to acting unilaterally and would not learn from his mistakes.
An impatient and frustrated Varian planned to press his advantage and take Orgrimmar in one fell swoop.
Just then, the Night Elves sent a small number of reinforcements, along with a large quantity of timber.
Varian and ordered his craftsmen to build dozens of siege weapons overnight, launching an attack from the main gate.
There are not many soldiers left in Orgrimmar, and since the Orcs have always been a nation of soldiers, there is no situation where they can rely on the people to defend the city.
With the help of siege equipment, the Alliance soldiers successfully scaled the city walls.
Having just cleared out the Orcs garrison, the Alliance soldiers discovered a man sitting on the city wall.
This was an Orcs, shirtless, with black cloths tied around his eyes. Beside him lay a black longsword, its blade thick and heavy, over two meters long, like a door panel.
It's hard to imagine what kind of Orcs could wield such a greatsword.
Sylvanas saw everything through her telescope and whispered, "The Orcs's Blind Swordsman."