To avoid any unforeseen complications, the Lower City tycoons dared not linger and quickly left.
All along the way, the deafening cheers of the Mag'har Orcs could be heard, like rolling thunder.
Gorol Anzu walked briskly, asking curiously as he went:
"I really can't understand how the Mag'har Orcs rose to power?"
"Self-congratulations!" the Ogre leader said disdainfully. "It's Orcs tradition. Back in the day, they were our Ogre slaves, and they were incredibly self-congratulatory."
The Tiger Person urged, "Forget it, why bother with these fools? Quickly deliver the Node Key to Lord Vol'jin."
Unacceptable to A'dal, the Lower City leaders had few options but to hope that Vol'jin would keep his promise.
The bigwigs had just left Auchindoun dust billowed in the distance as a large horde of Orcs charged in, led by none other than Saurfang the Great.
Orcs at the majestic and imposing orcish army, Gorol Anzu exclaimed in surprise:
"So that's how it is. The Mag'har Orcs are joining the Horde; they've truly risen to power."
Akama smiled faintly and pointed at the Orcs army, saying:
"The air is thick with murderous intent, and the fierce light seems to reach the heavens. I don't think this matter is so simple."
"What else can we do? Are we supposed to kill all the Mag'har Orcs and turn them into Tough Jerky?" Gorol Anzu found it amusing. "I don't think Saurfang the Great would be that cruel."
"I've heard that Saurfang the Great is a moral exemplar for Azeroth." The Tiger Person scratched his head. "All the Horde leaders are noble and pure."
The Lower City bigwigs shook their heads; they wouldn't believe such nonsense, and felt a sense of uncertainty about the future.
Akama whispered, "I need to take care of some things. You go collect your reward from Vol'jin; don't wait for me."
After saying that, Akama turned and left, while the others looked on with envy.
Gorol Anzu said viciously, "Fortune favors the bold, what's wrong with taking a gamble!"
Saurfang led the Orgrimmar Orcs to completely surround Auchindoun.
In terms of numbers, the Orgrimmar Orcs are far fewer than the Mag'har Orcs.
However, the Orgrimmar Orcs were fully armed, while the Mag'har Orcs primarily used wooden clubs as their weapon.
Seeing that the Orgrimmar Orcs had completed their encirclement, Ancestral Spirit Gormash chuckled coldly:
"As you all know, Saurfang the Great hailed from the noble Blackrock Clan and was once the supreme commander of the Orcs. He was of high moral character and impeccable virtue, a moral exemplar for Azeroth. Compared to the treacherous Thrall, Saurfang the Great was as pure as crystal. From this day forward, we will join the Horde. The Mag'har Orcs have risen!"
Faced with such a major upheaval, the Mag'har Orcs whispered among themselves, and Gormash added:
"My fellow countrymen, look at your miserable lives, starving and cold, how tragic! Azeroth is a fertile land. The Orcs occupy all of Kalimdor, which is larger than the entire Outland. It is a land flowing with milk and honey, with vast fields waiting to be cultivated. You can join the Horde, or you can become a glorious farmer and never go hungry or cold again."
These words deeply moved the Mag'har Orcs, who nodded repeatedly.
To escape the chaos of war, the Mag'har Orcs secluded themselves in the deep mountains of Hellfire Peninsula and Nagrand, where the land was barren and they lived a life of hunger and hardship.
If Azeroth had vast tracts of land waiting to be cultivated, Saurfang the Great would be nothing short of Savior.
Gormash said calmly, "I will never force anyone. Those who wish to join the Horde, register from the eastern exit. You only need to pass a simple test. Those who do not wish to join the Horde, go home from the western exit. Good luck, my dear compatriots."
After a brief discussion, most Mag'har Orcs chose to join the Horde, while a small number wanted to return home.
At the two exits of Auchindoun, east and west, Mag'har Orcs stood in neat rows.
The testing and screening lasted for seven days. In the wilderness where Auchindoun was located, the wooden poles were like a dense forest, with strips of meat hanging on them waiting to be dried.
Several Mag'har Orcs who passed the test were tasked with driving away the vultures, chatting as they worked.
"I still think Saurfang the Great is the greatest. With his help, we Mag'har Orcs have truly risen. The Ancestral Spirit Gormash is slightly inferior."
Another Orcs said, "The test is very difficult; many of our people failed."
"Less than one in a thousand passed," an Orcs, picking his ear. "Those who didn't pass were turned into Tough Jerky."
The last Mag'har Orcs laughed cruelly:
"Trash doesn't deserve to live. Thank you, High Saurfang the Great. Thank you Ancestral Spirit, Gormash."
"That's right, the great Saurfang the Great is a great hero and a great champion among the Orcs, benevolent and kind, my idol."
Auchindoun was the site of the sacrifice of 500,000 Mag'har Orcs, Auchindoun bones littered the wasteland outside, hence the name Bone Wastes.
Unfortunately, no one remembers their existence.
West of Shattrath City, in a small ravine, is the place where the Lower City boss and Vol'jin made their appointment.
Vol'jin took the Node Key from Gorol Anzu and examined it carefully.
"Are you sure this is a real Node Key?" Vol'jin asked, still uneasy.
Gorol Anzu revealed a shrewd expression. "Absolutely true, the Node Key has never left my sight."
Vol'jin breathed a sigh of relief and asked with a smile, "What reward should I give you?"
Gorol Anzu swore, "It is my honor to serve Lord Vol'jin."
Vol'jin nodded, and said with measured tone, "I will bestow upon you the highest honor, an honor that only the bravest warriors in the Horde are worthy of."
The Lower City bosses were overjoyed; Vol'jin had indeed kept his promise and his gamble had paid off.
Gorol Anzu was so moved that he burst into tears. "Thank you for your kindness Vol'jin."
Vol'jin declared emphatically, "You all know that the great Savior Thrall is kind and benevolent, and you are all honored to be seated Thrall Savior table."
It was an honor to dine with the Savior, and the eyes of all the VIPs lit up.
This means access to an endless network of connections, allowing one to join the Horde's elite Elite.
"I will never forget the grace of the Savior." Gorol Anzu was moved to tears.
Vol'jin laughed cruelly, "Congratulations, you will be made into the most delicious dish for the great Savior to enjoy."
"What?"
The slum bigwigs were struck dumb; the worst thing they had ever expected had happened.
"Vol'jin, you deceived me!" Gorol Anzu reached for the Teebu's Fervor Longsword at his waist.
Unfortunately, it was too late. Vol'jin bent down, a cloud of smoke rose, and he vanished.
A large number of Orcs archers appeared above the ravine, raining down arrows.
The arrowheads were coated with a special poison made by the Serpentshrine Cavern, and Gronn and the Cyclops collapsed to the ground before they could even transform.
Thrall appeared on the hillside, took the Node Key from Vol'jin, and smiled cruelly:
"What a bunch of useless trash, idiots." Thrall pointed at the Lower City bosses below. "A'dal is hunting them down. Cut off their heads and take them to Shattrath City for the reward. The rest will be my dinner. I've had enough of that stinking clam meat."