Jaina lowered her head and thought for a moment:
"Thrall wants the land of Zangarmarsh? Rest assured, what I need is the complete soul of Zang; it will have no impact on this land."
Eitrigg gave a sly smile and shook his head, saying, "Thrall doesn't care about land. The great Savior has instructed that all potential enemies must be eliminated."
Jaina understood immediately. "You mean the main species living in Zangarmarsh, the Sporelings and Fungal Giants?"
Eitrigg added, "And then there are the Angrath Ogres in the northwest, the Draenei of Telredor, the Alliance of the Cenarion Circle, and the Mag'har Orcs hidden deep in the mountains."
"That's simple," Jaina said with a faint smile. "Let the million Orcs give their last bit of strength; we also need a guide."
"I was prepared." Eitrigg pointed to Sporeggar in the southwest of the Zangarmarsh map. "The Sporelings will be our most reliable allies; they can be the last to be wiped out."
Legendary that the Fungal Giants and Sporelings were born from the corpse of Zang.
Long ago, the Fungal Giants gained sentience and established Fungus Horde.
At that time, the Sporelings were merely food for the Fungal Giants, Sporelings in large numbers, and they quickly spread throughout the Zangarmarsh.
It's unclear when exactly, but the Sporelings developed intelligence and learned to unite against the Fungal Giants.
This was a war that lasted for tens of thousands of years, and due to the enormous difference in size, the Sporelings were defeated in most cases.
However, the Sporelings have an extremely strong reproductive capacity, and they bury their hatred for the Fungal Giants in their spores, spreading it throughout the Zangarmarsh.
When a group of Sporelings were eaten, the Sporelings that grew back bravely took up arms and fought an indomitable battle against the Fungal Giants.
Later, a genius emerged from among the Sporelings and discovered Alchemy.
Alchemy helped the Sporelings stabilize the war situation. Although they still lost more than they won, the Sporelings had successfully established villages and continued their civilization.
Eitrigg led a squad of elite Orcs into Sporeggar. The Sporelings were flattered and overwhelmed, and Elder Muxifi led a large group of Sporelings to greet them.
"Lord Eitrigg, it is an honor to have you grace our Sporeggar with your presence. In the ten thousand years of our Sporeggar's history, you are the most distinguished guest."
Eitrigg listened with great interest, sizing up the Sporelings Elder before him.
Muxifi was short, barely reaching the waist of Orcs, and slightly stronger than the Gnomes of Azeroth.
He had a purple body, a huge head, and his facial features were still vaguely discernible.
Eitrigg never took the Sporelings seriously. The Orcs Clans had long studied the Sporelings; they were a simple-minded race, completely ignorant of intrigue and scheming.
In years of famine, Orcs will also eat Sporelings.
Eitrigg displayed an arrogant and condescending attitude:
"Elder Muxifi, I have been entrusted by the Savior to rescue the Sporelings from their dire straits."
Muxifi, tears streaming down his face, led the large horde of Sporelings to their knees:
"Our Savior still remembers us, children! Kneel down and thank our Savior, Eitrigg!"
Eitrigg felt a surge of elation and asked with a smile:
"Tell me, are the Sporelings familiar with Zangarmarsh?"
Muxifi cried and complained:
"We Sporelings have been hunted by Fungal Giants for generations, and we know every corner of Zangarmarsh."
"Excellent!" Eitrigg pulled out a map. "Mark all the gathering places of the Fungal Giants. From now on, the Fungal Giants will be history."
Muxifi was overjoyed and moved to tears, saying:
"If we can destroy the Fungal Giants, we Sporelings are willing to serve our Savior for generations to come."
A bonfire was lit in the center of Sporeggar, with a large pot on it, the water boiling and bubbling.
Puzzled, Eitrigg asked, "What does this mean?"
Elder Muxifi said politely, "We Sporelings are poor and have nothing to offer our guests, except for a rare delicacy. Please, sir, try it."
Eitrigg replied enthusiastically, "Very well, then I'll accept without hesitation."
A large group of Sporelings surrounded the pot, constantly throwing various seasonings into the boiling water.
After an enticing aroma wafted from the pot, several cleaned Sporelings bravely jumped into the boiling water.
"What... what does this mean?" Eitrigg was stunned.
Although Eitrigg had eaten Tauren hotpot more than once, it was unheard of for him to offer it as food to guests.
Elder Muxifi said slowly, "We Sporelings are merely food; to entertain honored guests with our own bodies is a fine traditional virtue of ours."
The Sporelings hotpot was exceptionally delicious, Eitrigg enjoyed it immensely.
Elder Muxifi took the opportunity to ask Eitrigg to recommend him to Thrall.
After hesitating for a while, Eitrigg reluctantly agreed.
In the battle at the Black Temple, Velen finally revealed his true colors.
As the son of Nozdormu, the Lord of Time, Anachronos had seen far too many despicable and shameless people, but he had never seen such a vile villain as Velen.
These past few days, none of them have given Velen a kind look. Velen's biggest fear is being abandoned in this era, so he keeps looking for opportunities to defend himself.
"Let me explain how difficult my situation was on Argus Planet. When Sargeras arrived, he valued Archimonde and Kil'jaeden, ignoring me completely. I foresaw that if the Eredar sided with the Burning Legion, I would inevitably fall out of the Mogul three and disappear into obscurity. Do you think I could accept that?"
"But this is absolutely no excuse for you to harm your own people," Imperator Mar'gok retorted sharply.
Velen retorted with good reason, "Mar'gok, you are the leader of Highmaul, the Imperator of the Gorian Empire. Ask yourself, have you never betrayed your people?"
Mar'gok was speechless. As an Imperator, facing numerous conspiracies and schemes, he was bound to do things against his conscience.
"Is there a difference between betraying one member of your tribe and betraying millions?" Velen argued vehemently.
Durotan lowered his head. He had even betrayed his own brother, so he could understand Velen's helplessness.
Archmage Khadgar said, "Velen, we'll discuss your rights and wrongs when we get back. For now, we'll see how you perform."
Velen saw a glimmer of hope and analyzed the situation carefully:
"Jaina will most likely be our enemy in the future. Her entry into Zangarmarsh is detrimental to us. We must stop her plans and reclaim the Heart of Zangar."
Anachronos asked dismissively, "Jaina has a million Orcs, how can you possibly handle that?"
Velen smiled slightly, "Do you know who gave the Sporelings intelligence?"
The Fungal Giants originally lived in the northwest of Zangarmarsh, but the rise of the Angrath Ogre Fungal Giants them from their home.
The Fungal Giants were forced to migrate south, moving closer to the southern Spore Grove, which has seriously threatened the survival of the Sporelings.
On this day, the Spore Grove was surrounded by Orcs.
After entering Zangarmarsh, the Orcs had been without food for many days, and the strange creatures in the swamp would be deadly to eat.
Fortunately, the Zangarmarsh is covered with mushrooms of all sizes, ranging in height from tens to hundreds of meters.
Hungry Orcs were forced to develop a habit of eating mushrooms, but unfortunately, the mushrooms could only fill their stomachs, causing a severe decline in Orcs physical strength, and some Orcs even had difficulty walking.
The thunderous sound of war drums rang out as unarmed Orcs stormed into the Spore Grove, officially beginning their battle against the Fungal Giants.