Garrosh was overjoyed upon hearing this; at such a moment, there was no need for the mysterious being to deceive him.
The mysterious voice continued, "A vibrant planet, the Orcs you know, you will become their leader, leading them to grow and build a true Iron Horde. Now all you need is patience. Rest assured, everything is arranged. In Azeroth, you may be defeated, but no one can harm you."
Garrosh finally breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't care about the people of Orgrimmar; it didn't matter if they all died. He was a true tyrant who treated human lives as mere pawns.
"Thank you, great being."
Garrosh can finally get a good night's sleep.
Late at night, near the gates of Orgrimmar, a group of Pandaren gathered furtively.
The leader was a female Pandaren, her face covered with a black cloth, her eyes gleaming with sharp light. She whispered to her companion:
"Guys, let's get moving! Garrosh wants to execute our loved ones and falsely accuse them of poisoning the water. We absolutely cannot tolerate this!"
One of the young Pandaren whispered:
"But for the sake of saving Azeroth, I have already given my entire village to the Orcs as food. They died gloriously, they died nobly, they died worthwhile, and I am proud of them."
At this point, the young Pandaren's face clearly lit up.
The female Pandaren grabbed the young Pandaren by the collar, glaring at him.
"Are you willing to accept this glorious mission? Tomorrow morning, Garrosh's table is missing a main course: raw Pandaren flesh. You will be firmly bound to the table, forced to watch helplessly as Garrosh tears you to pieces, enduring unimaginable pain and torture, and dying a miserable death."
The young Pandaren was terrified, his face turning pale and his legs going weak. "Help! I don't want to die! I want to live!"
The female Pandaren's sharp gaze swept across everyone's faces. "All of you here once gloriously offered your people to the Orcs to be eaten, and only then did you gain your current honor and status. In the Pandaren race, being eaten by the Orcs is glorious and noble. Now, the greatest honor is before us. Who among you is willing to become Garrosh's food?"
No one wanted to be eaten by Garrosh, and all the Pandaren remained silent.
The female Pandaren smirked, all too familiar with this situation. "If none of you speak, then it's tantamount to acquiescence. You are extremely lucky. Tomorrow, Garrosh will host a banquet for all the generals, and you will all receive this great honor—to be gloriously devoured by the Orcs. I will be proud of you."
"No, no, we don't want to die!"
The Pandaren wept bitterly and knelt on the ground.
The female Pandaren stood tall and said in a low voice, "The Peace Dove has no cowards. Those who don't want to die, follow closely. You only need to do the work, not ask questions."
Under the command of the female Pandaren, the group pushed a large cart covered with a black cloth out from behind the house and quietly pushed it toward the city gate.
There weren't many Orcs soldiers in Orgrimmar to begin with, and some had been lost in the suppression of the rebellion the day before. There were very few patrolling the streets, so it was easy to avoid them.
As they approached the city gate, the female Pandaren activated the veil, Pandaren collectively became invisible, stealthily approaching the starving and drowsy Guards, easily knocking them all unconscious.
The night was quiet. A figure sat upright in the city gate, his eyes covered with a black cloth, and beside him lay a Warglaive as wide as a door panel.
Orcs Blind Swordsman, a one-man army, guarded the gates of Orgrimmar.
Upon seeing the Blind Swordsman from afar, the members of the Peace Dove were so frightened that their legs went weak. The female Pandaren cursed:
"A bunch of Imp."
After saying that, the female Pandaren stepped forward, pulled out a dagger, and plunged it into the Blind Swordsman's throat.
A spurt of blood gushed out, and the Blind Swordsman collapsed limply, leaving everyone stunned.
The Blind Swordsman underwent rigorous training from a young age, resulting in exceptional martial arts skills. Even without the use of secret elixirs, he was no match for all these people combined.
This was possible because the female Pandaren secretly poisoned her.
Currently, food is severely scarce in Orgrimmar. Even the guards at the city gates are too hungry to get up. Apart from Warchief Garrosh, only a few Blind Swordsman are entitled to eat meat. As the main force in the battle, they must maintain their stamina.
Poisoning their food wasn't easy, so the female Pandaren took a different approach: she fed live Pandaren the deadly poison and then lured the Blind Swordsman to eat it.
After executing the Blind Swordsman, the group pushed the cart to the city gate, uncovered the black cloth, and found it filled with jars of strong liquor.
The female Pandaren picked up a wine jar, smashed it against the city gate, and then threw the torch she was holding over there.
The Flames roared up, alerting the hungry and unsteady guards on the city wall. The Pandaren had already scattered and fled.
"Help! Fire!"
The soldiers guarding the city wall were in a panic, but they were too hungry to walk. They collapsed to the ground after only a few steps, too exhausted to even catch their breath.
The two massive gates of Orgrimmar were burning red-hot, with flames shooting into the sky.
The Alliance army at the gate seized the opportunity and pushed their Battering Ram toward the city gate.
The Battering Ram struck the burning, crumbling city gate, and soon after, with a deafening roar, the gate collapsed.
Orgrimmar has fallen.
Garrosh awoke with a start and learned that the main gate had fallen. He hurriedly ordered his remaining troops to resist and, under the protection of his guards, fled into the Drag.
Alliance soldiers stormed into Orgrimmar, and only then did Varian get out of bed.
Varian, fully dressed, saw Sylvanas leading a squad of elite Forsaken, ready to depart.
Beside Sylvanas, Vol'jin, Baine, Lor'themar, Gallywix were all ready for battle.
Of course, Varian was not to be outdone. Seeing that Orgrimmar was about to fall, leaders of various Alliance races rushed to the scene.
Malfurion and Tyrande, Aemora Bronzebeard, High Tinker Mekkatorque, Worgen leader Genn Greymane all moved closer to Varian.
Varian stood before the leaders of the Alliance and the Horde, waved, and said, "Let's go! Tonight we will end Garrosh's Evil reign."
The Emissary led Thrall swiftly through the Drag of Orgrimmar.
The sounds of battle cries echoed throughout Orgrimmar, Thrall heard Sylvanas's voice carrying far across the night sky:
"Kill all the Orcs, leave no one alive."
"That damn woman, I knew she wasn't truly loyal to the Horde," Thrall muttered under his breath.
Emissary walked, he instructed, "Thrall, I will create an opportunity for you to fight Garrosh one-on-one. If you can kill Garrosh, Elune, is willing to grant you a chance."
What opportunity?
Thrall hurriedly asked, having already tasted the sweetness of power, the ambitious Thrall had no intention of simply going into seclusion.
The Emissary whispered, "You will take Garrosh's Destiny, leading a vast number of Orcs, more than ten times the number in Orgrimmar."
"I will seize this opportunity." But then Thrall became worried. "Garrosh has the help of Y'Shaarj's Heart of Darkness; I am no match for him."
The Emissary smiled slightly and said:
"Thrall, you will be Elemental Power. This battle is evenly matched; whoever has the courage will be the ultimate victor."