Vol'jin stroked his fangs, flaunting the precious diamonds he had just acquired, and gave a wicked smile:
"Eitrigg, if you truly wish to learn, I will give you the real answer. Throughout Orcs history, they have always lived scattered in Clans and have never achieved unification. Do you know why?"
Eitrigg scratched his head, looking puzzled.
Vol'jin chuckled. "Orcs and Trolls are different. They only recognize their chieftain and unite around him. Although the chieftain's power is limitless, this also limits the size of the Clans. Once it exceeds a certain number, it will split. Thrall knows this well. Two hundred thousand Orcs in Orgrimmar is already the limit for Clans."
Eitrigg suddenly understood and asked curiously, "Is there a solution?"
"Of course," Vol'jin said proudly. "Our Troll and Amani Tribe Zandalar Tribe built vast empires with populations exceeding ten million, relying on their faith in the Loa to unite their people. However, this had a drawback: the Loa could put the King in an awkward position, taking away most of the King's power."
Eitrigg understood. "So it means the Savior is unwilling to relinquish absolute power, which is why the Orcs of Orgrimmar can only maintain their current size."
Vol'jin glanced around cautiously, then lowered his voice and said, "Eitrigg, you can't say things like that carelessly, or we'll both lose our heads. I'm telling you this so you'll wholeheartedly serve Thrall. Don't doubt me. A million Orcs, they must die. You can't be soft-hearted."
"Do you think I'm that kind of person?" Eitrigg laughed.
Vol'jin said in a low voice, "I've observed them in secret. Among the millions of Orcs, there are many talented individuals, some of Elite far surpass Saurfang the Great. If you were to soften your heart and spare even a few Orcs, it would be detrimental to both of us. I don't think you want to be replaced and become a destitute and lowly Veteran, spending your later years in misery."
Eitrigg was startled and turned pale.
Among those million Orcs, there were indeed a few who were close friends with Eitrigg.
There were even ambitious Orcs who attempted to win over Eitrigg to launch a coup, replace Thrall, and pledge allegiance to Eitrigg.
Eitrigg knew perfectly well that he was far inferior to Thrall in terms of ruthlessness and methods, and therefore could not handle the position of Warchief, hence his hesitation.
In the Black Temple, the overconfident Akama betrayed Illidan and ended up gaining nothing.
Eitrigg couldn't follow in his footsteps, so he put away all his cunning thoughts and wiped the sweat from his brow:
"I will certainly fulfill the Savior's mission, even at the cost of my life."
Vol'jin nodded in satisfaction. "Eitrigg, the Vashj forces in Zangarmarsh have collapsed. The main forces are the Sporelings and Fungal Giants. The Fungal Giants are unruly and can only Pain Suppression by force. The Sporelings can be dealt with through appeasement and division. Remember, we must hand over Zangarmarsh intact to Jaina for the sacrifice; not a single person can be missing."
"I've learned a lot," Vol'jin said, bowing deeply in gratitude.
The march of a million Orcs through Terokkar Forest and into Zangarmarsh was far from pleasant.
The Orcs army hastily withdrew from the Black Temple, gaining nothing and going hungry along the way.
Of course, this was no challenge for the Orcs.
In accordance with the Orcs' fine tradition, they slaughtered the old, weak, sick, and disabled in their ranks to serve as military rations.
It can both fill their stomachs and weed out the waste among the Orcs, thus improving their average quality.
Although Gai Laya was a female Orcs, she was burly and strong, like Ogre.
In his youth, he had a miraculous encounter where he ate a crystal from the heart of Blue Dragonflight, but instead of dying, he gained the power of the Blue Dragonflight.
Coupled with his fiery temper, ruthless killing, and ability to unite a group of Orcs around him, he was indeed the strongest force among the millions of Orcs.
Upon entering Terokkar Forest, the Orcs, lacking supplies, began to quarrel, and their leaders, both big and small, gathered together to discuss the matter.
Most Orcs leaders recommended marching into Nagrand, Nagrand fertile land suitable for farming and a base for achieving dominance.
A small number of radicals suggested storming Shattrath City and looting it.
Only a few leaders believed they should remain loyal to Thrall and enter Zangarmarsh, with Gai Laya being one of the most steadfast among them.
Ultimately, neither side could convince the other, and it seemed the million Orcs were on the verge of splitting apart.
Gai Laya stepped forward, his brows furrowed, and said:
"The great Savior Thrall Consecration everything for the Orcs. The Battle of the Black Temple displayed the Orcs 'Orcs might and dignity. Why would you doubt Thrall's decision? I do not want anyone to oppose our march into Zangarmarsh."
An Orcs leader retorted, "We sacrificed millions of our people at the Black Temple, but what did we get in return? We were driven out of Shadowmoon Valley like trash. It's all Thrall's fault."
"Absurd."
Gai Laya flew into a rage, grabbed the leader's head with both hands, and pulled hard.
The hard Orcs skull cracked, and the Orcs chieftain collapsed limply to the ground.
"To speak ill of Thrall, the Savior, is to be an enemy of all the Orcs Clans. Thrall's decisions are always wise and beyond question. The Savior stands on high and sees further, while you are just a bunch of petty people hiding behind him, Savior him." Gai Laya glared fiercely around, frightening the other leaders into silence.
A seasoned Orcs said tactfully, "King Gai Laya, we dare not doubt our great Savior, but the Zangarmarsh is a treacherous place. What will we eat and drink?"
Gai Laya glared fiercely. "The great Savior possesses profound wisdom; this action must have a deeper meaning. I believe in Thrall. As Orcs, overcoming all difficulties is our tradition; there is no difficulty that cannot be overcome."
Faced with Gai Laya's aggressive stance, the four Orcs leaders exchanged glances and formed a temporary alliance.
The four Orcs stood silently, surrounding Gai Laya in the center.
Each of these four Orcs had a unique and extraordinary experience.
One of them grew Blue Dragonflight scales, and the other had Blue Dragonflight horns, allowing him to use the magic of the Blue Dragonflight.
The other two leaders, one of whom devoured the heart of Fel Orcs in the Black Temple and gained Fel power.
The last person received a weapon: a two-handed greatsword radiating Flame power.
Everyone is very familiar with each other's strength, and these four leaders working together are more than capable of defeating Gai Laya.
Gai Laya, however, remained unconcerned, his face beaming with confidence.
"What, you think you can challenge me?"
The Orcs with Blue Dragonflight scales was the first to attack, his sharp Battle Axe slashing at Gai Laya's back.
Gai Laya nimbly turned and caught the sharp Battle Axe with his bare hands.
The Orcs wielding the Flame greatsword moved, crouching down to attack Gai Laya's lower body.
Gai Laya kicked out, and the Orcs hurriedly dodged.
Tremble before me.
The Orcs, now imbued with Fel, went berserk, his body filled with Fel, and charged towards Gai Laya.
Just as Gai Laya was about to be overwhelmed, suddenly, Gai Laya's bulky body was enveloped in a purple shield.
The Battle Axe struck the protective shield, but the shield remained completely undamaged.
Gai Laya grinned maliciously, opening his mouth wide to bite down on his throat.
"Arcane energy? How could you possibly know the magic of Blue Dragonflight?"
The Orcs with the Blue Dragonflight horns was no longer able to remain calm.
Although Gai Laya absorbed a crystal from the Blue Dragonflight's heart, very few Orcs possess magical talent; the Blue Dragonflight's power merely granted her a strong body.
Because Justice can triumph over all Evil.
Gai Laya bit through the Fel Orcs's throat, his face contorted in a grotesque grimace.