Amado's actions constitute a betrayal of His Imperator Mar'gok.
Khadgar and Chen Stormstout couldn't understand what Amado's true purpose was.
As the saying goes, when soldiers come, generals will block them. Chen Stormstout began to deploy his troops, only to discover that Orgrimmar had no generals available.
There was no other way but to appoint some prestigious chieftains. High Priest Carl Thornrib of the Quilboar, Warlord Kromza of the Centaur, and Tauren Chieftain Rom of the tauren were all given important positions.
Grommash Hellscream led his forces into Azshara Rustwater Port. That night, the Lightforging Tauren Chieftain Rom arrived and launched an attack under cover of darkness. The Tauren Warriors fought bravely, while the Lightforging Orcs, exhausted from their journey and not yet recovered, quickly found themselves at a disadvantage.
Grom Hellscream stood on the city wall, gazing at the towering, unstoppable Tauren in the crowd, and asked in surprise:
Tauren?
The Orcs scout replied, "I've heard he's the adopted son of Magatha Grimtotem, named Rom the Wildtotem."
Grommash Hellscream sneered, "Tauren are nothing but food. I didn't expect them to be so willing to fight for them. Let me have a go at them."
Grommash Hellscream off the city wall, took a deep breath, and suddenly roared. He slashed his Gorehowl sword at the ground, unleashing a golden beam of Holy Light that killed countless Orcs and Tauren. The Tauren Chieftain Rom, holding his Runed Spear, steadily blocked the Holy Light.
"Who do we have here? It's Thrall's dog, Grom Hellscream," Rom sneered.
Rom was tall and had a ferocious face with two protruding fangs. He didn't look like a gentle Tauren; he had more of Orcs appearance.
Grommash Hellscream enraged and charged forward wielding Gorehowl. Gorehowl brought bursts of golden light, but Rom calmly countered, and the two were evenly matched, with Rom not losing ground at all.
The two sides fought fiercely for most of the night before withdrawing their troops. The furious Grommash Hellscream roared all night long and only rested the next morning.
No one knew that he had an extra note in his hand.
In the ensuing battle, Grommash Hellscream and Rom maintained a tacit understanding, exchanging blows on the Battlefield. Grommash Hellscream slew countless enemies, while Rom slaughtered his way through rivers of blood. Both achieved great feats, but the battle reached a stalemate, with neither able to advance.
The Centaur warlord Kromza led his army to intercept Kilrogg's fleet in the Durotar Sea. Neither the Centaurs nor the Orcs were skilled in naval warfare, and neither side suffered heavy losses. Kilrogg's fleet failed to land and temporarily encamped on a nearby Island.
In contrast, the Quilboar Carl Thornrib was much more serious, entering the Northwatch Hold first and strengthening its defenses. Blackhand led his army in several attacks, but all were repelled.
Every day, the Tauren Chieftain Rom brought good news of his victories, while Warlord Kromza focused on patrolling the coast to prevent Kilrogg's fleet from launching a surprise attack. Carl Thornrib had already defended the Northwatch Hold, Chen Stormstout finally breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that the position of Warchief was not so difficult.
Unable to break the stalemate, Chen Stormstout gradually relaxed, focusing his daily efforts on inspecting the progress of the palace.
Bright sunlight shone on the ruins of Theramore, where the eerie, ghostly aura that had enveloped the area had vanished since the Holy Light's Gate descended.
A force is stationed near the Holy Light's Gate, guarding the portal closely. The camp contains many mages who regularly maintain the Holy Light's Gate.
A Centaur scout ate an apple for breakfast and then headed toward his usual patrol route.
It was still early, and the lighthouse was still lit. The Centaur scout ventured into a thicket by the sea, hoping to find some fresh fruit.
The situation in Orgrimmar is constantly changing, with the position of Warchief changing hands repeatedly. The new Warchief seems to have forgotten about Theramore, and supplies are intermittent. If this continues, they'll be left with nothing but grass.
As the sun rises and dawn breaks, the ocean and the docks are bathed in a golden light.
The Centaur scout was lucky; he found a patch of bright red fruit. Although it was bitter and hard to swallow, it was at least non-toxic and could fill his stomach.
Just then, he saw three Quilboar, covered in dust and looking exhausted, one of them carrying the corpse of a Murloc on his back.
The Quilboar prefer to travel in groups at night. Lacking supplies, everyone has to fend for themselves, and the nearby Murloc are almost all eaten up.
The three Quilboar were not satisfied with their harvest and set their sights on the bushes covered with red berries. The Centaur weighed their options for a while and decided to give up.
Suddenly, the sound of whistling wind came, and a large ship appeared on the distant sea, followed by a second, and then a third—a massive fleet appeared between the sky and the sea.
"Enemy attack."
The Centaur scout let out a piercing scream, quickly ate a few bites of the red fruit, and fled before it could even swallow them.
He didn't make it back to the camp. There were too many enemies attacking from the sea. Although the camp was home to elites from the three races, they were all busy making a living and no one was willing to fight.
Taran Zhu stood at the bow of the ship, gazing at the towering Holy Light's Gate in the ruins of Theramore. The Lightforging Orcs' attack was just a pretext; Amado's true target was this Holy Light's Gate.
This time, Taran Zhu led over ten thousand Pandaren. A piercing alarm sounded in the Theramore camp, but no one came out to fight.
The Pandaren surged forward like a tidal wave, scattering the enemies in all directions, Taran Zhu successfully captured the Holy Light's Gate.
The Pandaren built camps and fortifications around the Holy Light's Gate. Taran Zhu knew that the real battle had only just begun.
"Why not destroy the Holy Light's Gate?" a trusted confidant asked.
Taran Zhu narrowed his eyes slightly. "The Holy Light's Gate is the gateway to Azeroth. Destroying it is pointless; Draenor can build a new one at any time. Our goal is to block this gateway."
"How do we block the Holy Light's Gate?" The confidant Taran Zhu smiled without saying a word. Behind him, Sylvanas, wearing a collar, stood respectfully.
"What? Taran Zhu has taken Theramore?"
Chen Stormstout; the plan wasn't particularly clever and could have been predicted with a little thought.
However, after becoming Warchief, he was entangled in too many trivial matters, especially the construction of the luxurious palace in Orgrimmar, which consumed most of his energy.
"Seizing the Holy Light's Gate will cut off the escape route for the inhabitants of Draenor World. Both Durotan and Imperator Mar'gok will be gradually corrupted by the Holy Light, facing an unknown future. Amado will then be able to break free from Highmaul's control, reign supreme in Azeroth, and seize absolute power."
Chen Stormstout, gripping his hair tightly, quickly came to a conclusion, but at the same time realized that if he successfully sealed the Holy Light's Gate, he would become the King of Kalimdor and have a chance to compete with Amado for the Overlord of Azeroth.
Thinking about it this way, Taran Zhu's occupation of Theramore might not be such a bad thing.
However, Khadgar disagreed and retorted without hesitation:
"Are you an idiot? Without the support of Highmaul, could you defeat the Holy Dragonflights? Amado has at least a hundred Holy Dragons, what do you have to fight them with?"
Chen Stormstout, mobilized his troops and marched on Theramore.