The arrival of Eitrigg gave Nazgrel a glimmer of hope.
"My lord, Thrallmar is in dire straits. We urgently need a solution to our freshwater problem. Please, my lord, put in a good word for us with the Savior."
All it takes is a Portal to Azeroth to supply a steady stream of fresh water from Orgrimmar.
Eitrigg grinned and questioned, "Is fresh water enough? Thrallmar faces many other problems: a lack of manpower, insufficient weapons and equipment, and unresolved issues with food and supplies."
Nazgrel lowered his head and said, looking aggrieved:
"The Dark Scar Clans was weak, and half of them died because of the Savior's mercy. They can only solve the problems one by one."
Eitrigg declared, "I'm not here to solve your freshwater problem; I'm here to build Thrallmar into a military fortress, conquer Hellfire Citadel, and end Illidan's Evil rule in Outland."
Nazgrel was completely stunned; in truth, all he wanted was to survive.
As for expansion, given the Dark Scar Clans's meager strength, that's simply wishful thinking.
"Lord Eitrigg, is the Savior Thrall willing to send a full-scale invasion of Thrallmar?" Nazgrel asked excitedly, but also with some worry.
There is only a sliver of hope if the Orcs of Orgrimmar come out in full force.
However, this would force the Dark Scar Clans to relinquish Thrallmar's leadership.
They are likely to be ostracized, unable to gain a foothold, driven away, and once again face the crisis of extermination.
Eitrigg shook his head. "The great Savior is farsighted, concerned with the life and death of the universe. This trivial matter of Thrallmar is none of the Savior's business. You need to tell me, what is in Hellfire Peninsula?"
Nazgrel scratched his head and tried to summarize:
"A harsh natural environment, chaotic energy, a lack of vegetation, roaming hellboars, the Burning Legion's base, hunger and death."
"No, it's both an opportunity and a challenge."
Eitrigg's expression was quite serious. "Hellfire Peninsula has countless precious minerals, innumerable Magic Crystals, delicious hellboars, the Legion's advanced technology, and an unlimited future."
Nazgrel stared in disbelief. "This... this can't possibly work?"
Eitrigg spoke eloquently, "That's not all. You must tell the adventurers of Azeroth that the Army of the Light supports them. Only by entering Hellfire Peninsula and bravely fighting the Fel Orcs can one have the chance to win the favor of the Army of the Light and marry a beautiful Blood Elf. Turalyon is a good example. By the way, I've heard there are Titans Relics left behind by the Gorian Empire in Outland?"
Nazgrel felt dizzy. "Yes, I heard that Hellfire Citadel relies on a Titans Relic for its water supply."
Eitrigg nodded in satisfaction. "Very good. You told the adventurers that there are twelve Titans Relics in Hellfire Peninsula, fabricating lies and stories."
Nazgrel had absolutely no confidence, and shrank back, saying, "Would adventurers fall for that?"
Eitrigg smiled smugly, "Given enough temptation, adventurers from Azeroth would be willing to go even to Argus Planet, the Legion's stronghold."
Nazgrel's mind was filled with too many thoughts; he needed time to process them. He clutched his head tightly, saying, "Let me think about this carefully... No, I can't do it."
Eitrigg laughed heartily, "Don't worry, Thrall is the great Savior, he has already taken control of public opinion in Azeroth. Adventurers are just a bunch of brainless fools who blindly follow the crowd. As long as the Savior Thrall says it's okay, then it's okay."
Nazgrel looked up at the fiery red sky. Could this godforsaken place really attract a large number of adventurers?
"All you need to do now is cooperate," Eitrigg comforted him. "The flesh and blood of adventurers is the most precious Wealth Azeroth has given to the Orcs, and we Orcs must make full use of it."
"What should I do?" Nazgrel asked nervously. Eitrigg recounted a grand plan, but he had no clear direction.
"Set an example for adventurers, let them see hope." Eitrigg said mysteriously, "You led your troops to attack Hellfire Citadel, won a brilliant battle, and an unknown Clans chieftain became a powerful figure after entering Hellfire Citadel, receiving a rich reward. Many adventurers are envious."
Nazgrel was stunned. "How is this possible? Thrallmar's military strength, morale, and equipment are far inferior to Hellfire Citadel's. They can't win."
Eitrigg brought his face close to Nazgrel's, his expression contorted, forcing a mocking smile:
"Are you an idiot?" Eitrigg punched Nazgrel in the face. "Who told you to go toe-to-toe with Hellfire Citadel? Can't you even put on an act?"
Nazgrel covered his face, still puzzled.
"Abandon some of your people, disguise them as Fel Orcs, and you will be a great hero of Azeroth, a paragon of honor for the Orcs."
Twenty-six years Dark Portal, a glorious era that produced many heroes.
The Orgrimmar Vanguard, led by Thrall's advisor Nazgrel, successfully stormed into Hellfire Peninsula Hellfire Citadel, slaying countless Fel Orcs.
The news caused an uproar in Azeroth.
On the walls of Orgrimmar, hundreds of "Fel Orcs" heads are densely packed, recounting the achievements of the Vanguard.
Nazgrel instantly became a great hero. Thrall, the Savior, upon hearing of his heroic deeds, calmly said to those around him:
"Good."
The news sent shockwaves through Azeroth.
Savior 'Thrall praise was invaluable, and Nazgrel's reputation soared instantly, becoming a symbol of Orcs glory.
Riding the wave of Nazgrel's victory, Thrall Savior, delivered an important speech in Orgrimmar, calling on all the patriots of Azeroth to launch an expedition to Hellfire Peninsula.
Three days have passed in Salmar. The high-ranking warlock Netherkus came to question them and found the city of Salmar crowded with adventurers.
Seeing this, Netherkurse turned and left without looking back, feeling utterly incredulous.
Nazgrel has been very busy lately, giving speeches all over Azeroth, talking about the rich treasures hidden in Hellfire Peninsula, the countless naturally formed Magic Crystals, mysterious Titans Relics, the blessing of the Army of the Light, the Fel of the Burning Legion, and the sexy and alluring Mag'har Orcs women.
"Flesh and blood don't lie." Nazgrel declared confidently, "The Fel Orcs of Hellfire Citadel are nothing but a bunch of trash. I single-handedly chopped off the heads of hundreds of Fel Orcs, displaying them all on the walls of Orgrimmar. Under the guidance of the Savior, victory belongs to us, to Azeroth."
Countless adventurers were drawn to Orgrimmar to register.
Because there were simply too many people, Eitrigg conducted a practical selection process.
Half of the adventurers perished during the selection process, their Tough Jerky, instantly solving Thrallmar's food supply problem.
Furthermore, Goblin merchants from Booty Bay, Gadgetzan, and Ratchet invested, and large quantities of war materials were transported to Thrallmar, putting the massive war machine into full-speed operation.
Not to be outdone, the Alliance sent reinforcements and adventurers to Honor Hold, their Alliance base on Hellfire Peninsula.
A storm was brewing in Hellfire Peninsula, Kargath Bladefist suddenly realized that the situation had become precarious, and a great battle was inevitable.