Faced with the constant attacks from the Ogre, Gai Laya was frantic and at a loss for what to do.
In fact, the Orcs have many ways to solve this, such as using wolf riders with strong mobility.
Unfortunately, the Orcs didn't even have weapons, let alone the precious wolf riders.
"I think we made a mistake; we shouldn't have entered Zangarmarsh." Gai Laya wavered. "We should have settled in Nagrand and spent several years building up our strength."
Eitrigg frowned; Gai Laya's despondency pained him, and he patiently comforted him:
"The Ogres have become cunning. Don't worry, I have a way."
On a mushroom in Zangarmarsh stands a small wooden hut, Jaina's temporary residence.
Before Eitrigg could finish explaining the current situation, Jaina from the future launched into a barrage of questions:
"Don't forget our deal: a million Orcs are meant to be sacrificed, not to help them unify Zangarmarsh."
Eitrigg was dumbfounded, then suddenly realized that his love for Gai Laya had made him forget his original intention.
Yes, the million Orcs were there to die.
But he couldn't bear to see Gai Laya's disappointed expression.
On one hand, there's Jaina's deal with Thrall; on the other, there's Gai Laya, full of hope for the future.
Eitrigg didn't know what to do.
"I have a request: I hope that before the Orcs are wiped out, they can win just one victory, even if it's just once," Eitrigg pleaded.
Jaina was very unhappy and retorted sarcastically:
"A bunch of sacrifices destined to die, are they worth your so much concern?"
"This is an explanation to the Savior." Eitrigg had no choice but to invoke Thrall.
"I don't care about Thrall," Jaina said, her brow furrowed. "The Orcs must die immediately; the Heart of Zangar needs to be fed."
Unable to bring happiness to the woman he loved, Eitrigg felt like a useless Orcs.
"Jaina, I'm begging you," Eitrigg pleaded, kneeling on the ground.
"You actually knelt down and begged me." Jaina shook her head gently. Although she Mastery in magic, she did not understand the emotions of mortals.
"This is not difficult for you. Just one victory, and I will send these Orcs to their deaths immediately." Eitrigg was almost in tears.
Jaina thought for a moment, then took out a horn.
"This is the Horn of Courage. As long as the horn is blown, the Orcs will have boundless courage and fight without fear of death."
Jaina paused, then continued:
"By the way, someone is secretly helping the Angrath Ogres; the Orcs can only achieve victory against the Lost Ones."
The Lost Ones, the Twisted Draenei.
Eitrigg thanked them profusely and departed with the Horn of Courage.
In the northwest of Zangosh, near the Angrath Ogre camp, lies the camp of the Daggerfen Lost Ones.
On this day, a tidal wave of Orcs surrounded the Lost Ones' camp.
Gai Laya, holding the Horn of Courage, delivered a speech to the crowd:
"Fellow countrymen, brothers and sisters, since we entered Zangarmarsh and achieved victory after victory, the hope we brought to Zangarmarsh has been appreciated by the weak Sporelings. Now, the Evil Daggerfen Lost Ones are plotting to destroy Outland. They are treacherous and cunning. Today, let us end this Evil race."
The Orcs suffered repeated defeats and their morale was low. Even after Gai Laya shouted himself hoarse, very few responded.
"Strength and glory, Blood and Thunder, victory or death!" Gai Laya sounded the Horn of Courage.
After the horn sounded, all the Orcs felt a surge of power within them, all their unhappiness and disappointment vanished, and they were no longer afraid.
"For the Orcs, charge!"
The courageous Orcs charged toward the Daggerfen Lost Ones.
Unlike the cunning Ogres, the Daggerfen Lost Ones were completely unprepared for the Orcs invasion.
As the Orcs surged in like a tidal wave, many of the Daggerfen Lost Ones were grabbed by the limbs and torn apart by several Orcs before they could even pick up their weapons.
In less than an hour, the Daggerfen Lost Ones was reduced to ruins, with not even a corpse left.
Gai Laya beamed and said to Eitrigg, "Look at the brave Orcs, they certainly have a bright future ahead of them."
"It's all over, Gai Laya." Eitrigg said bitterly.
Gai Laya tilted his head, looking puzzled.
Eitrigg pointed to the chaotic Orcs in the camp:
"I taught you long ago not to have any feelings for them. They're just numbers, a bunch of filthy trash and waste, stepping stones to help you rise."
Gai Laya bit her lip and said, "I understand, but what am I without these soldiers?"
Eitrigg hesitated for a moment, then decided to tell the truth:
"Gai Laya, in this world, all Orcs are insignificant. Only the great Savior Thrall is everything. If it were for Thrall, would you be willing to give them up?"
"Give up?" Gai Laya was stunned, taking a few steps back. "I don't understand."
"Thrall commanded a million Orcs to enter Zangarmarsh, to send them to their deaths. This is the will of the Savior," Eitrigg finally said, feeling much relieved.
Gai Laya opened his mouth wide, but no sound came out. After a long while, he asked:
"Why is that?"
Eitrigg said with dramatic intonation, "The great Savior Thrall was farsighted, wise, and visionary. Everything he did was for the Orcs, for Azeroth, and for Outland. As his subordinates, we only need to obey Thrall's orders without question; we must obey Thrall's orders unconditionally."
"No, no, that's not it! There must be some misunderstanding. I want to ask the Savior myself." Gai Laya was in tears.
Eitrigg quickly grabbed Gai Laya:
"To doubt the Savior is a grave disrespect, tantamount to betraying the Orcs. You are the sinner who destroyed Azeroth, and death awaits you."
"This isn't fair, I just want to know why," Gai Laya sobbed.
Eitrigg sighed, "The Savior is like the sun in the sky; his decision cannot be wrong."
"But you said that the Savior made many mistakes." Gai Laya had not forgotten Eitrigg's teachings.
Eitrigg gritted his teeth and slapped Gai Laya hard across the face:
"How can you still not understand? Wrong is right, and right is right. The Savior possesses supreme authority; he is the heaven of Azeroth."
Gai Laya covered his face, his mind buzzing, and whispered:
"In other words, Thrall can act with impunity, do whatever he wants, and kill whomever he pleases."
Eitrigg took a step back in shock, biting his lip tightly.
"You're right, no Orcs can restrain Thrall."
"Are all chiefs like this?" Gai Laya stopped crying.
Eitrigg nodded. "It's the same when you become Warchief. Warchiefs make mistakes, but they won't admit them because it would damage their authority."
"Ha, ha!"
Gai Laya smiled strangely, wiping away her tears. "So this is the delicious taste of power, it's so tempting."
Eitrigg closed his eyes and finally made up his mind:
"Completing the Savior's request is an unparalleled achievement. Didn't you say you wanted to stay by the Savior's side? I will recommend you to Thrall."
Gai Laya bowed deeply, saying, "Thank you for your guidance, sir."
Eitrigg knew in his heart that a rare talent like Gai Laya would surely be highly valued by Thrall.
In this way, Eitrigg becomes useless, and surviving is the best outcome for him.
"I'm old now, it's time to lay down everything and retreat to the mountains," Eitrigg consoled himself.
Golden sunlight illuminated Gai Laya's delicate face, her hair fluttering in the wind, Eitrigg couldn't help but think of his first love.