Legendary during the reign of Gormash Grommash Hellscream, the Warsong Clan was incredibly powerful and Invincible in Draenor.
In fact, a few Mag'har Orcs expressed doubts about this.
For example, how could the Warsong Clan, whose population has never exceeded one million, train an arrow formation of 500,000 archers?
In addition, Gormash also had 300,000 wolf riders and 500,000 heavy infantry under his command.
How are armored weapons crafted?
How are Wolf Warriors trained?
How to solve the logistical supply problem in a ten-year war against the Ogre Empire?
A little thought reveals that it is riddled with flaws.
Unfortunately, there aren't many Mag'har Orcs who can think.
The Mag'har Orcs, who lived in seclusion deep in the mountains of Hellfire Peninsula and Nagrand, dreamed of their ancestor Gormash on the same night.
The Mag'har Orcs were in an uproar.
Many ambitious minor leaders felt that the time had come to revive the Orcs, so they overcame all difficulties, led their people out of the deep mountains, and headed straight for Auchindoun.
Many Mag'har Orcs, due to various reasons such as unfavorable conditions and opposition from their own people, regretfully gave up this opportunity.
Akama and other Lower City bigwigs were waiting in Auchindoun, and Mag'har Orcs gradually arrived, much to everyone's delight.
The leaders took the initiative to curry favor with the Mag'har Orcs, providing logistical support, which made the Mag'har Orcs feel even more that this was their destiny.
The crowd elected the highly respected Gorkan Bloodfist as the leader of the Mag'har Orcs, and he negotiated with Nexus-Prince Shaffar of the Mana-Tombs.
Initially, Nexus-Prince Shaffar refused.
Gorkan Bloodfist, representing the Mag'har Orcs, subtly indicated that he only wanted to reclaim the Warsong Clan's relics and nothing else.
Nexus-Prince Shaffar reluctantly agreed, but sternly pointed out that the spatial nodes were extremely dangerous, and one could easily get lost within them if not careful.
Gorkan Bloodfist confidently declared, "We Mag'har Orcs are not afraid to die."
The negotiations concluded smoothly, and a verbal agreement was reached between the two sides.
Gorkan Bloodfist secretly found it amusing: Foolish Consortium, whatever is in the spatial nodes belongs to us Mag'har Orcs, and ultimately it will be decided by force.
The Lower City bigwigs celebrated amongst themselves, now they just had to sit back and watch the Mag'har Orcs willingly walk into their deaths.
As agreed, Nexus-Prince Shaffar opened the Mana-Tombs, revealing its eerie Spatial Rifts.
Large numbers of Mag'har Orcs entered the Spatial Rift without hesitation, attempting to find a path to the spatial node.
Akama and other Lower City leaders awaited the results of their exploration. As more and more Mag'har Orcs became lost in the Spatial Rift, Nexus-Prince Shaffar gradually made progress, having already drawn a map of the outer perimeter of the spatial node. Success was only a matter of time.
More than five thousand Mag'har Orcs have gone missing.
The news that the Lower City boss and the Mag'har Orcs had gathered in Auchindoun quickly spread Outland, attracting the attention of some.
Anachronos and his three companions, having heard the news, also secretly arrived in Auchindoun.
Although the matter was kept strictly confidential, there were too many Mag'har Orcs stationed in Auchindoun, and with so many people talking, the four of them easily obtained the information.
"There are Warsong Clan relics in the spatial node?" Anachronos, the Bronze Dragonflight, was unfamiliar with Outland's history, so he asked Durotan, "What's your opinion on this?"
Durotan paused, then his eyes darted around before he said, "I wasn't even born when Gormash Grommash Hellscream became chieftain. I was just about to ask Prophet Velen about it."
When Gormash became Warchief, the Draenei had already settled in Outland, Velen was a witness to that era.
Velen calmly replied, "By the Holy Light, don't you know that speaking the truth will be punished?"
Imperator Mar'gok shrugged and said:
"Alright, let me explain. As far as I know, the Warsong Clan was incredibly weak during Gormash's time, with a population of less than 30,000. They were starving and on the verge of extinction due to the exclusion by other Orcs Clans. To survive, Gormash led his people to join us Ogres, willingly becoming our slaves. Later, when the Gorian Empire declined, many Orcs slaves gained their freedom. Gormash used bloody methods to force them to join the Warsong Clan, laying the foundation for the Warsong Clan's rise."
Anachronos blinked and asked, "I've heard that the Gorian Empire once ruled all of Draenor. How did it decline?"
Mar'gok lowered his head and said sadly:
"As the saying goes, what goes up must come down. During the reign of my predecessor, Imperator Murok, a large army conquered the Throne of the Elements, placing the elements of Draenor in the hands of the Ogres, representing the pinnacle of the Ogre Empire. At that time, the Orcs were merely our slaves. Unfortunately, a Plague struck the Ogre Empire. This Plague was strange; only the Ogres were infected. Countless glorious Ogre cities became dead overnight. Only Highmaul, relying on Titans Relics, resisted the spread of the Plague."
You mean the Plague?
Anachronos scratched his head. The Kingdom of Lordaeron had also been struck by Plague, and humans and Ogres had both been enemies of the Orcs. This was too much of a coincidence!
Mar'gok looked at Velen with displeasure. "The elementals themselves told us that the Plague was released by the Draenei, is that true?"
Velen's gaze darted around. "What are you talking about? How could we Draenei release Plague? That's utter nonsense."
Mar'gok scoffed, "Hmph, the Draenei have been wandering the stars for over 20,000 years; perhaps you already carry some unknown Plague with you."
"Absolutely not," Velen vehemently denied. "The Holy Light protects us; the Draenei do not carry any Plague."
Durotan stepped in to smooth things over. "Forget it, let's not dwell on the past. I'm going to see Gorkan Bloodfist. Anyone want to come with me?"
"What are you going to do?" Mar'gok asked.
Durotan sighed, "I can't just stand by and watch the Mag'har Orcs die in vain."
"What?! You're saying this is a conspiracy?" Gorkan Bloodfist glared angrily at the Orcs before him. "Do you even know what you're saying? The Ancestral Spirits are kindly reminding us that the glorious Warsong Clan awaits our exploration. The Orcs of Outland are about to rise again, Orcs will once again become the masters of Outland. And you dare to try and stop it? Are you even Orcs?"
Durotan looked at him with Mercy: "Gerkan, don't be so stubborn. The Warsong Clan isn't as powerful as the Legendary; that's just a fabricated lie."
"Absurd!" Gorkan Bloodfist on the table, pointing at Durotan's nose and roaring:
"As long as you are Orcs, you should not slander our great ancestors. This is a betrayal of the Orcs, and it is unforgivable."
Durotan's expression darkened, and he asked, "Gerkan, have you ever heard of the Thunderlord Clan?"
"You mean the Frostwolf Clan, who's vying with the Frostwolf Thunderlord Clan for control of Frostfire Ridge?" Gerkan's anger hadn't subsided. "So what if I've heard of them? You Orcs!"
Durotan, without changing his expression, said, "The Thunderlord Clan lives inside the skeletons of Void Creature called Gromgal. Gromgal is still alive and has told me many things."
"The Void Creatures are treacherous and cunning, full of lies, and absolutely untrustworthy," Gorkan Bloodfist shouted.
"I have evidence." Durotan was going all out for the Mag'har Orcs.
"Where is the evidence? Produce it, or I'll hang you, you shameless traitor, you scum!" Gorkan Bloodfist glared fiercely.
"The evidence is in the Auchenai Crypts," Durotan said calmly.