The Barrens, at the Crossroads.
Garrosh, Sylvanas, and Magatha Wildtotem gathered together.
After losing the Flesh-Eternal, the Lightforging Quilboars of Orgrimmar were the first to suffer from famine, followed by the Lightforging Centaurs led by Sylvanas who retreated from Tanaris to the Barrens, also lacking food supplies.
The Lightforging Tauren who returned to Thunder Bluff earlier were able to barely maintain the supply of military provisions.
Garrosh roared furiously, "Saving Azeroth is of paramount importance! The Quilboars are the noblest race in Azeroth, and we need military provisions!"
Sylvanas's almond-shaped eyes widened. "Watch your attitude, Garrosh. We're here to resolve issues, not to start a war."
Garrosh roared angrily, "You and I were both Warchief Horde then. We had Jaina and Tirion Fordring to trick humans into eating us, Thunder Bluff to provide Tauren, and the Pandaren of Pandaria to ensure the Orcs, who didn't produce anything, had plenty of food. Tell me, what are we supposed to do now?"
Magatha said seriously, "I'm not that fool Cairne. Tauren will never become military rations again."
Sylvanas fell into thought. The Barrens, as its name suggests, were the Barrens lands with limited food production.
Centaurs, Tauren, Quilboar are constantly at war, not only because of their blood feud, but also because they want to reduce the population through war.
Now that the three parties have united to fight against the foreign enemy, they have almost abandoned production, and the supply of military food has become problematic.
The only way is through external expansion.
Sylvanas pulled out a map of Kalimdor and pointed at it, saying, "Our strength is insufficient to fight the Night Elves. My suggestion is to enter the Stonetalon Mountains, where Harpy Banshee, hyenas, Kobolds, and others can provide us with food. Then we should invade Desolace, and finally Feralas, slaughtering all life we encounter to alleviate the current crisis."
Magatha's face darkened, and he asked, "You've slaughtered every life in Kalimdor, yet you too will eventually starve to death."
Garrosh waved his hand and said, "We can't worry about that now. Everything we've done is to save Azeroth. My Lightforging Quilboars, set out immediately! Wherever the Holy Light shines, everything will turn to scorched earth."
Sylvanas turned to Magatha: "Saving Azeroth comes at a price. If you have a better way, I'm willing to abandon this plan."
Magatha fell silent, his wrinkles trembling, unable to offer a better suggestion; after all, military rations couldn't be conjured out of thin air.
It is foreseeable that after Feralas is destroyed, Thousand Needles, Tanaris, Un'Goro Crater, and Silithus will be next.
In the end, half of Kalimdor became a desert, a forbidden zone for life; such salvation was tantamount to destruction.
In this struggle for the lives of Kalimdor, if the Tauren give up or don't get enough, they will quickly fall into a disadvantageous position and become food for the other two races until they are all eaten.
"I understand, let's get started," Magatha said helplessly.
The three of them discussed their plan and confirmed their strategy for dividing Kalimdor.
Destroying half of Kalimdor would roughly sustain the army's food supply for three years. During these three years, all three races would increase their reproduction rate and use magic to accelerate childbirth, allowing children to quickly grow into soldiers. Once the population of the three races has doubled, they will launch an attack on the Eastern Kingdoms.
Garrosh and Sylvanas were both ambitious; they were determined to unify Azeroth, even if it meant slaughtering its inhabitants.
"How foolish! Have you forgotten those Holy Dragons? They will not stand idly by."
A familiar voice rang out, and Garrosh and Sylvanas were both startled. It was Jaina.
The curtain was lifted, and a pretty young woman walked in. She looked no more than seventeen or eighteen years old, and her lively youthful energy was palpable. Although her features were quite different from Jaina's, her arrogant and conceited expression was exactly the same as Jaina's.
Sylvanas frowned; clearly, Jaina was possessing a new body.
At its peak, the Peace Dove had penetrated almost every corner of the Alliance, collecting a large number of exceptionally talented young men and women, who were then preserved by Jaina and Medivh in a special way, their whereabouts unknown.
Two Pandaren followed behind Jaina sat naturally in the main seat, as if she were the leader there.
"Let me introduce you. This is Taran Zhu, the leader of the Shado-Pan, and this is Chen Stormstout, the Pandaren. Master Zhu has built a large Pandaren breeding farm in the Vale of Eternal Blossoms. I just returned from there. Those Pandaren are very willing to become food, enough to provide sufficient military rations for the Three-Faction Allied Forces."
This visitor seems hostile. Garrosh sensed a threat and asked, "What are your conditions, Jaina?"
Jaina's lips curled into a slight smile, "I want to become the leader of the Allied Forces."
"That's impossible," Sylvanas retorted. "With those Pandaren, you're not qualified to be our leader, Master Zhu. How about we talk?"
Jaina said expressionlessly, "You know very well how far Pandaria is from here. We don't have a fleet, so we can only build permanent Portals. Without my technical support, do you even know how to construct Portal?"
Garrosh grinned maliciously, "This poses no threat to us. Look, we already have a solution."
Jaina coldly replied, "The moment your army enters the Stonetalon Mountains, it will be immediately attacked by the Holy Dragons. You can try it if you don't believe me."
Magatha cautioned, "I don't think this is an exaggeration. The Holy Dragonflights has stopped Cho'gall before, so they shouldn't let us run rampant."
Jaina leaned back slightly and added, "You can all guess who's standing on Kalecgos's back. In Azeroth, besides Khadgar, who knows him better than me?"
Magatha declared, "I support Jaina as the leader of the coalition."
Sylvanas hesitated for a long time, then muttered to herself, "Without military rations, how can we fight the Lightforging Orcs? I also support Jaina."
Garrosh glared angrily at Jaina, and after a long while, he finally relented. "Fine, I can make you the leader, but I will absolutely not relinquish my leadership of the Lightforging Quilboars. That's the bottom line."
Jaina's eyes crinkled into crescents; her new body looked beautiful when she smiled, and her voice was sweet.
"Rest assured, your rights will not be diminished. The Lightforging Tauren, the Lightforging Centaurs, and the Lightforging Quilboars will still be under your command. However, we must unite, build docks, and forge ships. For the sake of Azeroth, this time we will launch a proactive attack on the Plaguelands."
Without military power, even the greatest authority is just a castle in the air, easily usurped. Jaina, always ambitious, surely understands this.
With deep doubts, the three temporarily agreed to let Jaina take over as their leader.
Orgrimmar undertook a major construction project, building a permanent Portal to the Vale of Vale of Eternal Blossoms and constructing Shipyards and docks along the coast of Durotar.
Once the Portal was completed, the first batch of food arrived, and ten thousand Pandaren entered Orgrimmar and voluntarily walked into the Slaughterhouse.
Crossing the Portal alongside the Pandaren also involves hordes of Lightforging Orcs.