After the supervisory troops withdrew, the Orcs collapsed as a whole, suffering a massive rout of a million Orcs.
The scene was quite spectacular, with green-skinned Orcs scattering and fleeing in an endless, surging tide.
Gai Laya and her comrades fled to safety and, after scouting that the Fungal Giants had not pursued them, began to gather their remaining troops.
The Orcs suffered a crushing defeat, fleeing in disarray and trampling countless lives along their path, leaving a trail of dead and wounded.
Including those who went missing and those who fled, after Gai Laya gathered his troops and took a headcount, only a little over 500,000 Orcs remained.
Of the million Orcs who left Shadowmoon Valley, only half remained after a few days in Zangarmarsh.
The losses were devastating, and they hadn't even managed to eliminate the Fungal Giants. Gai Laya couldn't help but sigh and doubt whether he was fit to be the chieftain.
Eitrigg offered timely words of comfort, "No one is born a leader, and no one is a winner forever. A qualified chief must have vision."
"What is perspective?" Gai Laya asked sincerely.
Eitrigg carefully considered his words before replying, "What we call perspective is the difference in how we perceive things. Some people have smooth sailing lives, but once they fail, they give up completely. Others experience countless failures, but once they succeed, they become famous and renowned. That's the difference in perspective."
Deeply moved, Gai Laya asked curiously, "What is the scope of the Savior's vision?"
Eitrigg genuinely liked Gai Laya, and habitually replied:
Thrall experienced countless failures, but he never dwelled on them. No matter how many Orcs died, they were merely numbers to him.
Gai Laya rubbed his nose and said, "Five hundred thousand Orcs, each one a vibrant life, with ideals and aspirations for the future, and with loved ones who care about them."
Eitrigg stated firmly, "A proper chieftain shouldn't have these sentimental thoughts. Remember, they are just numbers. History is cruel; the vast majority will be forgotten. Their existence is meaningless, worthless like dust."
Under Eitrigg's guidance, Gai Laya rallied. "I understand now, this is just the beginning, not the end."
Eitrigg nodded in satisfaction and analyzed carefully, "The mutated Fungal Giants in the Mushroom Cave have a mysterious origin and may be their last line of defense. We shouldn't engage them in a decisive battle for now. Just send out scouts to find out their strength. Let's shift our focus to the Lost Ones and the Angrath Ogres."
In response to this major defeat, Gai Laya's first priority was to enforce strict military discipline.
The first few thousand Orcs to flee suffered heavy casualties; their corpses were mixed with mushrooms and became the Orcs' military rations.
After a brief rest, Gai Laya decided to eliminate the Angrath Ogre first.
The Angrath Ogres were originally a branch of the Blade's Edge Mountains Ogres, but due to being ostracized, they marched south into Zangarmarsh under the leadership of King Gorfis and occupied the land of the Fungal Giants.
With a million Orcs entering Zangarmarsh, High Overlord Gorfis was extremely anxious. He repeatedly sent messengers to communicate with the Orcs, expressing his willingness to submit, but unfortunately, none of the messengers returned successfully.
On this day, five guests came to visit.
Ogres are extremely xenophobic; in their eyes, outsiders are categorized into two types: those who are edible and those who are not.
If it weren't for the fact that one of the five guests was a two-headed Ogre Mage, King Gorfis would have simply put them into the pot to be cooked.
Inside the Ogre's tent, Imperator Mar'gok coldly observed King Gorfis without uttering a word.
Sweat streamed down Gorfis's face as he felt a powerful surge of blood Pain Suppression him, leaving him utterly powerless to resist.
"May I ask, Archmage, are you a member of the royal family of the Gorian Empire?" King Gorfis asked respectfully.
Mar'gok said sternly, "You have no right to know my origins. A million Orcs are marching into Zangarmarsh; the end of the Angrath Ogres has come. Do you have a plan to deal with this?"
King Gorfis cautiously replied, "I intend to lead my people back to the Blade's Edge Mountains."
Mar'gok's two heads stared at him together. "Is there still a place for your race in the Blade's Edge Mountains?"
King Gorfis shook his head with a bitter expression.
Ogre lose their land can only become wanderers, with no future.
Mar'gok said sternly, "A million Orcs may seem powerful, but they are nothing more than a rabble, severely lacking in weapons and equipment. In the battle of the Black Temple, Illidan killed tens of millions of Orcs. Although you are no match for Illidan, are you just going to sit here and wait to die? I have a way to help the Angrath Ogre escape this calamity."
King Gorfis's eyes lit up. "Please teach me Archmage!"
Mar'gok said confidently, "The Orcs have no provisions and feed on mushrooms from Zangarmarsh all day long, so their strength is not what it used to be. Although the Angrath Ogres are few in number, they are all elite. As long as they don't hold their ground and try to outmaneuver the Orcs, how can they possibly wipe you out?"
King Gorfis asked, "But how can we solve the food problem?"
Mar'gok laughed, "Aren't orcs Orcs Ogres ' favorite food?"
The Orcs army marched northwest of Zangowl, to the camp of the Angrath Ogre.
The scouts reported that the Ogre camp was deserted.
Gai Laya frowned. After all, this was her first time leading troops, and she lacked experience, unsure of how to handle the situation.
Eitrigg was quite surprised, because Ogres valued their land highly and would fight to the death rather than give up in battles against Orcs.
"Everyone says the Angrath Ogres are notorious for their ferocity, which is why they were resisted by the Blade's Edge Mountains Ogres. Now it seems they're just a bunch of Imp."
Gai Laya asked, "What should we do next?"
Eitrigg smiled faintly and said, "The cowardly Ogre has escaped, so let's go find trouble with the Lost Ones."
Like the Lost Ones and the Broken, the Lost are Draenei bodies have been twisted and who are not recognized by their people.
Zangarmarsh is home to many Lost Ones, known for their cunning and aggression.
The Orcs army took a temporary break and prepared to shift its battle lines.
While Gai Laya was handling state affairs, a timid confidant came to visit him:
"Warchief, there's something I'm hesitant to say."
"Speak freely." Gai Laya stopped what he was doing.
A trusted confidant cautiously suggested:
"According to the scouts, the Angrath Ogres haven't retreated to the Blade's Edge Mountains; they're likely nearby. Why not seize their land, turn it into a formidable fortress, and use it as our rear base, leaving the Ogres homeless?"
Without a second thought, Gai Laya shouted, "Useless trash! How dare you question Eitrigg's decision? Don't you know who you are?"
The confidant was terrified and hurriedly knelt on the ground begging for mercy. Gai Laya raised his Battle Axe, ready to end his life.
A scout rushed in, flustered:
"This is terrible! Ogres attacked our camp, and three thousand soldiers have been killed."
"What?"
Gai Laya disregarded killing his trusted confidant and ran out to investigate, carrying his Battle Axe.
The attacked camp was located on the edge of the main army, Orcs did not have enough tents, so they had to camp in the open.
According to survivors, thousands of Ogre suddenly attacked, swiftly killing everyone and taking their bodies with them.
Gai Laya gritted his teeth and ordered, "Increase the patrol area. We must find the Ogre's hiding place."
Unfortunately, Gai Laya forgot that there were mages among the Ogres, skilled at concealing their tracks.
For several days in a row, the Orcs were attacked by Ogres. Although the losses were not great, the orcs were in a state of panic and their morale was unstable.