A semi-transparent evolution diagram appeared before Robbie and Krasus's eyes.
From the original life forms of rock and elements, Grond, to the Magnaron, a combination of rock and flesh.
Then came the Gronn, who were completely flesh and blood, followed by the Troll, then the Ogres, and finally the modern Orcs.
A complete evolutionary path.
Robbie murmured, "So the Titans had already planned the evolution of life in Draenor World all along."
Krasus grabbed his hair and asked in bewilderment:
"Everything is Order created by the Titans, so what is the meaning of our existence?"
In the central control room, the mechanical sounds of the Titans device rang out once more:
"Detection of Draenor Planet: Large numbers of Orcs detected in Zangarmarsh. Life Evolution Device shut down. Orcs quality assessed."
Robbie and Krasus both perked up their ears, and the mechanical voice echoed repeatedly:
"Under evaluation"
"Under evaluation"
After a long while, the assessment of the Orcs came to fruition:
"Assessment complete. The Orcs are kind, compassionate, and friendly, living in harmony with nature and understanding the importance of mutual assistance. Assessment rating: Perfect."
Krasus glanced at the ceiling of the control room and said somewhat somberly:
"I don't think this is a description of Orcs."
Robbie asked in a low voice, "What was the purpose of creating Orcs?"
The control room quickly provided a response:
"Orcs are the most perfect race in the universe, possessing an extremely strong reproductive capacity, used to eliminate civilizations that failed to be transformed by the Titans. It is estimated that, on average, it only takes thirty years to turn a vibrant, civilized planet into a barren wasteland; the Orcs' ability to clean up debris is unparalleled."
Krasus blinked. "Strange, why do I feel like trash?"
The Orcs' first target was the Draenei, and then the Azeroth.
The Titans once attempted to reshape the Azeroth, but the Curse of Flesh from the Old Gods caused most of Titans work to fail.
For example, humans emerged from the ancient Vrykul were originally rock creatures created by the Titans.
In the Titans' dictionary, flesh and blood life is undoubtedly classified as garbage.
The control room flashed with light, and the Titans device continued:
"Preparing to launch the Orcs Uplift Plan, please grant authorization Node Key holder."
Robbie asked, puzzled, "What is the Orcs Uplift Plan?"
The Titans Device replied, "To impart magical knowledge and technological civilization to the Orcs, arm them, and use them to conquer the universe and eliminate all trash."
"I refuse. Halt the support program immediately," Robbie ordered.
The Titans device's voice paused for a moment, then rang out again:
"A logical error occurred in the command. The assessment of the Orcs is perfect. The support plan cannot be terminated. Please authorize the Node Key holder."
Krasus smiled wryly. "We've probably made a big mistake."
Robbie remained silent for a moment before speaking, "It's alright, everything is under control. I request a reassessment of the Orcs."
"Under reassessment, the Orcs are fair, kind, loving, and morally upright. Assessment rating: [Level not specified]"
The mechanical sound stopped abruptly.
Holy Light shimmered in Robbie's hands, and Krasus transformed into Dragon, brewing Dragon's Breath towards the metal heart.
After a long stalemate, the Titans device in the control room provided a new answer.
Assessment Grade: Unsatisfactory.
Robbie withdrew the Holy Light, and Krasus returned to human form.
"That's right, the Orcs' method is still the most effective." Robbie nodded thoughtfully. "How should we deal with substandard products?"
The Titans Device's voice is much gentler now.
"The Zangarmarsh Orcs Eradication Plan has been initiated. Fungal life forms, Fungal Giants, have been detected. It is recommended that the Fungal Giants be modified."
"Okay, let's use this method." Robbie agreed.
Countless streams of light shimmered on the surface of the metal heart, and the fleshy veins were completely burned away.
The vines that had penetrated the metal heart no longer supplied the Orcs's flesh and blood; a force flowed back.
Robbie figured it out; the Titans' technology was indeed incredibly amazing, using Orcs flesh and blood to modify Fungal Giants.
Zangarmarsh, Mushroom Cave.
One hundred thousand Orcs entered the Mushroom Cave to fight, while Gai Laya and Eitrigg oversaw the battle from outside the cave.
After entering Zangarmarsh, the Orcs suffered successive losses, and their numbers had dwindled to less than a million.
But with hundreds of thousands of people needing to eat, drink, relieve themselves, and sleep, and also having to stop to fight, Gai Laya was extremely busy.
"Does the chief have to personally oversee everything? Is being a chief that tiring?"
Gai Laya set up a table outside the cave, overseeing the battle while handling administrative affairs, his brow deeply furrowed.
Eitrigg said sympathetically:
"No chieftain has ever managed such a large Clans, not even Thrall, the Savior. But you must remember, you must grit your teeth and persevere. Don't relinquish decision-making power to others, as that would mean your authority is diminished."
"Is there really no other way?" Gai Laya asked pitifully.
Eitrigg shook his head. "Unless you're willing to give up some rights, the consequence is competition, and some treacherous people will take the opportunity to sabotage things."
Gai Laya sighed, "No matter what, I will not give up the rights I have gained."
Eitrigg's expression of admiration:
"That's right. Even if you make a mess of things yourself, it's better than delegating power. This is an old saying."
Scouts reported that the battle was progressing very smoothly; at the cost of 50,000 Orcs, the Fungal Giants in the Mushroom Cave had been largely wiped out.
All that's left is some finishing touches. The Mushroom Cave is the breeding ground for Fungal Giants, and there are a large number of fungal spores deep inside that need to be destroyed.
Everything was going as expected. Gai Laya simply nodded indifferently, her expression cold.
Although he has only been a leader for a short time, he has already developed an aura of authority without being angry.
Suddenly, screams erupted from Mushroom Cave, and a large group of Orcs rushed out in panic.
"Damn it, a bunch of Imp."
Gai Laya slammed his fist on the table in anger, grabbed his Battle Axe, and personally hacked down several fleeing Orcs.
"The troops are preparing for battle. Those who are cowardly have no right to live. You bunch of useless trash, all of you, die!"
The supervising troops quickly assembled, and the Orcs who had barely escaped the Mogu Cave were brutally slaughtered, their corpses piling up like mountains.
A scout, his face covered in blood, reported to his superior in a trembling voice:
"Warchief, something terrible has happened! A new group of Fungal Giants has emerged from the depths of the cave. They are agile and their bodies are as hard as steel. We are no match for them."
Gai Laya's eyes widened as he cleaved the scout in two and roared the order:
"Order the Third Legion's 100,000 Orcs to attack the Mushroom Cave. We will drown these Fungal Giants with our flesh and blood. The Orcs are invincible."
The vanguard of the Third Legion, consisting of 5,000 Orcs, rushed in hastily, only to find a large number of deserters appearing as soon as they entered the Mushroom Cave.
Just as the enraged Gai Laya was about to order the supervising troops to slaughter the deserters, Eitrigg grabbed her hand and secretly signaled with his eyes.
"Eitrigg, are you worried that the Third Legion is no match for them?" Gai Laya asked in a consultative tone.
Eitrigg lowered his voice and said:
"Gai Laya, you're too close to the Mushroom Cave. Remember, no matter the situation, the supervisory troops must be the first to retreat in the event of danger."
Gai Laya took a deep breath and shouted:
"For the great Savior Thrall, for the prosperity and future of the Orcs, charge!"
Encouraged, a group of Orcs charged into the Mushroom Cave, Gai Laya took the opportunity to order his troops to retreat.
The supervising troops were well-equipped and were trusted confidants of Gai Laya; their loss was absolutely unacceptable.