Orc Blademaster, an ancient title, Legendary to be able to single-handedly stir up the tide of battle and turn the tide of war; it was once thought to be just Legendary.
Varian looked at the Blind Swordsman with suspicion. "After Samuro, do the Orcs have any more swordsmen?"
Sylvanas's gaze sharpened. "Varian, you misunderstand the Orc Blademaster. It's less of a profession and more of a secret elixir."
"What, a secret medicine?" Varian was a little confused.
"The Blademaster is an ancient, secret legacy in Draenor World, linked to the collapse of the Ogre Empire," Sylvanas whispered.
The Blind Swordsman moved, took out a black pill and swallowed it. His body rapidly expanded, his muscles became ferocious, and he let out a furious roar, gripping the greatsword on the ground with both hands.
"Your soldiers are doomed," Sylvanas said gleefully.
Immediately afterwards, the Blind Swordsman spun rapidly, rushing towards the Alliance soldiers like a whirlwind.
Neither sharp arrows nor sturdy shields could stop the Blademaster's advance; his blade stirred up a storm, reaping the flesh and blood of the Alliance soldiers.
Of course, the Blind Swordsman also paid a price; his body was collapsing, his skin was cracking, and he was bleeding profusely, quickly becoming a blood-soaked figure.
But this still couldn't stop the advance of the Bladestorm.
In this terrifying Bladestorm, no one could survive; soon, only shattered flesh and blood remained on the city walls.
After the Bladestorm subsided, the Blind Swordsman was reduced to a skeleton, his massive sword, as sharp as a door panel, riddled with nicks and chips.
"So this is the Orcs's swordsman."
Varian showed a look of awe, and the thousands of the Alliance soldiers who had stormed the city walls were slaughtered in an instant, allowing the Orcs to retake the walls.
Sylvanas said coldly, "One pill, one greatsword, and every Orcs can become a swordsman, slaying thousands of enemies. Varian, are you sure you still want to launch an attack?"
Varian quickly shook his head; who knew how many of these pills the Orcs still had?
Of course, Bladestorm is not invincible; for example, cavalry is faster than Bladestorm, but cavalry cannot play a role in siege warfare.
Sylvanas sneered, "You should have known long ago that Orgrimmar was recently ravaged and its food reserves are insufficient. If we besiege it for just a few dozen days, they will all starve to death. You shouldn't be so eager for quick success and waste the lives of your soldiers."
Varian wanted to retort, but he was speechless. He could only force himself to remain calm and said loudly:
"The Stormwind City reinforcements have been assembled; 30,000 troops will march to Orgrimmar to end Garrosh's rule."
Sylvanas shook her head. "No, your army should head to Outland, not here."
"Outland?" Varian was confused again.
Sylvanas said sternly, "Varian, if your victory only results in another Orcs sitting on the chieftain's throne, what is the meaning of the Alliance soldiers' sacrifice? You've dragged yourself into the Orcs' civil war for no reason, and gained nothing in return. Do you like this outcome? Or do you just want to waste the lives of your soldiers?"
Varian blushed. The attack on Orgrimmar was an impulsive decision made after listening to the Female Orcs Jaina, and it brought no benefit to the Alliance.
"Your target is Thrall's Fel Orcs?" Varian asked in surprise.
Sylvanas nodded. "Magtheridon is still recovering from his serious injuries, making this a perfect opportunity to attack Hellfire Citadel. We cannot allow Orcs to continue serving as Warchief Horde."
Northwatch Hold.
Vol'jin and Baine played chess face to face, while scouts continuously reported on the battle situation in Orgrimmar.
The alliance of the Alliance and the Forsaken has won a victory; Garrosh is now a besieged beast in a deserted city, Vol'jin wears a satisfied smile.
Baine asked with unease, "Vol'jin, are you really comfortable passing the Warchief to Sylvanas? You and I both know this woman; she's more dangerous Thrall and Garrosh."
Vol'jin smiled faintly, "As a Troll once said: 'After I die, who cares about the deluge?'"
"You really are..." Baine didn't know what to say, and after a long while, he finally said, "A truly qualified Warchief."
Vol'jin held a chess piece in his hand. "Garrosh is now insignificant; his defeat is only a matter of time. The only obstacle left is Thrall. I know Thrall very well. If he returns to the position of Warchief, he will surely learn from his mistakes and be even more ruthless than Garrosh. The Tauren of Mulgore will be slaughtered to the last man."
Baine was somewhat skeptical and whispered, "I know Garrosh wants to create Pureblood Horde composed entirely of Orcs. Would Thrall do the same?"
Vol'jin sneered, "Don't you understand? Garrosh replaced Thrall because of the Pureblood Horde; he gained the favor of Elune."
Baine stammered, "And you? Will you also establish a Pureblood Orcs Horde?"
Vol'jin shook his head and said solemnly, "I have a better way, Baine. It's time to make a decision. You immediately return to Mulgore and lead the Tauren to join the coalition besieging Orgrimmar. I will follow with the Darkspear Tribe. Garrosh's rule must end."
After the defeat at the Vale of Eternal Blossoms, Thrall led a small number of elite Fel Orcs in retreat. Just as they reached the Mistveil Trestle, Thrall rested at an inn. He casually picked up a newspaper and was immediately taken aback.
Yesterday, the great Savior Thrall delivered an important speech at the Jade Forest's Tian Monastery: The Evil Garrosh has been defeated, the suffering of Pandaria is over, and Savior Thrall heals this wounded land with fairness and Justice. The great Savior Thrall emphasized the need to accelerate the rampant reproduction of the Jinyu and Hozen, and to utilize this rampant reproduction on the Yaungol and Pandaren. Representatives of the Jinyu, Hozen, Pandaren, and Yaungol responded enthusiastically, supporting Savior Thrall's great decision to quickly transform Pandaria into a paradise for the Orcs.
Thrall scratched his head, thinking to himself, "I haven't even gone back yet, how can I give a speech?"
Suddenly, a bad feeling welled up in Thrall's mind, and he quickly thought of the Ogre Jaina.
The Ogre Jaina combines the sorcery of the Gorian Empire with the magic of Dalaran, giving her a flawless transformation ability that is completely undetectable to ordinary people.
"Damn Ogres." Thrall quickly realized what had happened.
There is only one way to salvage the situation: enter the Caverns of Time and seek help from the Emissary. Elune, should not want to see an Ogre swaggering around.
When Thrall returned to the Caverns of Time, the Kor'kron army had suffered a crushing defeat, Orgrimmar was completely surrounded.
For some reason, the Emissary looked utterly exhausted. After barely listening to Thrall's complaints, he asked absentmindedly:
"You're saying an Ogre is impersonating you?"
"Yes, yes, that's an Evil Ogre, it's bound to ruin things."
"What is his name?" the Emissary asked.
"Jaina!"
The Emissary looked at Thrall with a strange expression. Thrall whispered, "As everyone knows, Jaina is an Ogre."
"Alright, alright, I'll handle this Ogre." The Emissary his hand, his expression suddenly turning serious. "I've spoken with Vol'jin."
"That damned traitor, what did he say?" Thrall gritted his teeth.
The Emissary raised an eyebrow. "Vol'jin's idea is excellent; I think he's more suited to be the Horde 'Warchief."
Thrall was dumbfounded.
The Emissary said in an uncompromising tone, "I'll help you deal with that Ogre, on the condition that you support Vol'jin."