A flash of light, and before everyone could react, they found themselves teleported to the Thunder Totem.
The Highmountain Tauren are fighting a bloody battle, relying on the strategic advantage of the Thunder Totem to hold off the Orcs attack.
The Orcs' offensive surged like a tide, climbing up the ladder.
The Tauren fought bravely, repelling wave after wave of attacks.
Young Mela Gaoling had never seen anything like this before; she turned pale with fright and her legs trembled.
Chief Spiritwalker Gray Sky Highmountain's eyes rolled back, and he almost fainted. He only managed to stay upright with the help of those around him.
Upon seeing the return of the Warchief and his entourage, the Bull Head of the Highmountain was overjoyed.
"The Warchief is back! We finally have hope!"
Mela Highmountain opened her eyes, looking around tremblingly, and was surprised to find that she had actually withstood the Orcs' attack.
Many years ago, Thrall's Dragonblood Orcs drastically reduced the number of Highmountain Tauren, but after more than a decade of reproduction, their numbers have recovered.
Without the Warchief and the leading Soul Totems, a general named Leiti stepped forward and led his people to establish a defensive line.
Chen Stormstout led an army of 100,000 to completely surround Thunder Totem, but unfortunately he underestimated the fighting power of the Highmountain Tauren.
The attack was completely disorganized; they simply charged forward recklessly.
Leiti exploited the Lightforging Orcs' weaknesses and firmly protected the Thunder Totem.
Several waves of attacks were thwarted, and the Lightforging Orcs suffered heavy casualties.
Chen Stormstout and had no choice but to temporarily withdraw his troops.
Facing the soldiers who surrounded her, Mela Gaoling managed a strained smile.
Having finally escaped the Thunder Totem, they are about to enjoy the sun, beach, and delicious food.
Unexpectedly, I was forced to fight the Orcs.
Tov Stomphoof and whispered a few words in Mela Gaoling's ear. Mela Gaoling's expression changed drastically, and she snorted coldly:
"I bring with me the decree of our ancestors from Huln Highmountain: the Highmountain Tauren are about to be saved. Come with me, all of you."
The guards of the Thunder Totem were once again under the command of Mela Highmountain, who immediately convened a military meeting and said sarcastically:
"Who commanded the battle when I was away?"
An officer replied, "Reporting to the Warchief, it is General Leiti."
Mela Gaoling nodded, her tone unfriendly:
"Let him come see me."
Before long, General Leiti, covered in blood, arrived.
To boost morale, he fought on the front lines, his body covered in wounds, but he didn't care at all; he was a fierce general.
"General Leiti, you've worked hard." Mela Gaoling said with a smile:
What is the general's view on the Orcs invasion?
Leiti wiped the blood from his face and whispered:
"Reporting to the Warchief, I consider the Lightforging Orcs a formidable enemy and have studied them carefully. The Lightforging Orcs are simple-minded, brave in battle, and their loyalty is beyond question, but they are not intelligent enough and need officers to lead them; otherwise, they are just a disorganized mob. We Highmountain Tauren are stronger than the Orcs, so we only need to kill the lower-ranking officers first; the remaining soldiers are not a problem."
Mela Highmountain nodded expressionlessly. "You do know how to be prepared for danger in times of peace, and you know to be wary of the Lightforging Orcs."
Leiti scratched his head, and said apologetically, "Warchief, this is what I should do."
Mela Gaoling raised an eyebrow. "I'm asking you, do you have a way to protect the Thunder Totem?"
Leiti confidently stated, "The 100,000 Lightforging Orcs have come from afar on this arduous campaign. Judging from their marching speed, they clearly didn't bring much food. Chen Stormstout probably wanted to take Thunder Totem in one fell swoop. Today, we have already dampened their spirits. If we hold out for three days, the Lightforging Orcs will surely retreat."
Mela Gaoling stood up, her eyes flashing, and everyone assumed she was going to praise General Leiti.
"Leiti, do you know your crime?" Mela Highmountain suddenly asked.
Leiti was startled and hurriedly knelt on the ground. "This subordinate knows not what crime I have committed."
Mela Gaoling said sternly:
"Ever since our ancestor Huln Highmountain defeated the Burning Legion, the Highmountain Tauren have always served my Highmountain Family as their master. For the sake of my people, I and several Spiritwalkers held a secret ceremony to pray for the help of our ancestor Huln Highmountain, but unfortunately, the ceremony was unexpectedly interrupted. Only then did I realize that it was you, this outsider bastard, who plotted to covet the chieftain's position, thus displeasing our ancestor."
Leiti was shocked and hurriedly explained, "Warchief, please let me explain. I never wanted the position of chieftain."
"Are you questioning our ancestor Huln Highmountain?" Mela Gaoling demanded.
"I wouldn't dare, but I really didn't!" Leiti couldn't explain himself clearly for a moment.
The surrounding guards were talking amongst themselves, many of them showing disdain.
"So this is the kind of person Leiti is, plotting to seize the chieftain's position."
"No wonder he stepped forward; this guy is no good."
"We have offended our ancestor Huln Highmountain and must be severely punished. We hope that our ancestor will once again protect us."
Mela Gaoling's eyes widened. "The eyes of the people are discerning. Leiti's plot to seize the chieftainship is unforgivable. Execute him immediately."
After he finished speaking, a large number of guards rushed forward and bound Leiti tightly.
Mela Gaoling waved her hand.
The crowd surrounded Leiti, punching and kicking him until he was on the verge of death.
Mela Gaoling revealed her true, menacing nature, and said fiercely to the crowd:
"Remember, the Highmountain Tauren have survived to this day thanks to the protection of their ancestor, Huln Highmountain. Without his protection, you would all be dead."
Below the Thunder Totem, inside the chieftain's private tent.
Chen Stormstout frowned, his brow furrowed. After several waves of attacks, the Lightforging Orcs had suffered losses exceeding ten thousand.
I thought the Highmountain Tauren the army arrived, but they turned out to be a tough nut to crack.
Khadgar pushed open the door and entered, holding a piece of intelligence in his hand:
"According to scouts, the commander of the Highmountain Tauren is Leiti."
"Leiti, never heard of it!" Chen Stormstout frowned secretly.
Khadgar whispered, "Leiti is a strategic and tactical expert. He was a guest in Thunder Bluff in his early years. At that time, the Orcs had not yet risen to power, and the Centaurs of Desolace were giving Cairne Bloodhoof a lot of headaches. It was Leiti who came up with an idea that caused the Gelkis tribe and the Magram tribe to fall into internal strife. Later, Cairne joined the Horde, and Leiti left in disappointment."
"So we were facing a renowned general." Chen Stormstout's mood improved somewhat, and he felt that the loss was not unjust.
A scout rushed in. "Warchief, a corpse has been thrown down from the Thunder Totem!"
"Whose body?" Chen Stormstout.
"It's that general named Leiti," the scout replied.
Chen Stormstout, suddenly stood up, overwhelmed by a wave of sadness.
Khadgar, showing neither joy nor anger, calmly said:
"I'd long heard that Chief Mera Highmountain was jealous of talent and eliminated dissidents, so it's no surprise that Leiti met such an end."
With General Leiti dead, a few astute individuals discerned the changing winds and realized that things had reached a point of no return.
Many soldiers quietly gathered together, whispering to each other, and headed towards a small room.
There is a secret Portal there, leading to Neltharion's Lair.
Many generals still harbor illusions about the chieftain, and one of them asked:
"Warchief, what should we do next?"
Mela Highmountain was terrified and didn't care about the Highmountain Tauren. She said loudly:
"According to the oracle of our ancestor Huln Highmountain, the great Savior has saved Azeroth time and time again. The Highmountain Tauren are willing to surrender as a whole and submit to any fate they may bring upon them."
Everyone was stunned, and someone muttered to themselves:
"Isn't this betraying our people?"
Chief Spiritwalker Gray Sky Highmountain Ridge proclaimed:
"The chief didn't betray us."