The Crossroads has been overrun by Kobolds.
He followed Aserok, his most trusted confidants, carefully selected Elites from the Crossroads.
But faced with the surging tide of dog heads, even with the sturdy watchtower behind them, they were powerless.
The Orcs blocked the narrow entrance, Kobolds built a human ladder, climbing up the walls of the watchtower and jumping in through the windows.
Besieged on both sides and suffering heavy losses, Aserok had no choice but to abandon the defense of the lower watchtowers and retreat while fighting, eventually reaching the highest point.
When he reached the top of the Aserok, only three Orcs remained with him, all looking disheveled and panting heavily.
"Sir, it would be an honor to die here alongside you," a soldier said with a gleeful laugh.
"This is our final stand at the Crossroads; let us become burning torches to illuminate the Orcs' path forward."
Another soldier, who had a poetic temperament, expressed his feelings.
Aserok suddenly heard a sound; there was movement coming from a pile of rubble in the corner.
A soldier cautiously approached and saw a young Orcs mother, holding two children, huddled in a corner, trembling with fear.
Aserok had seen them, Leiluosite's widow and two young children.
"What a pity for those two children." Aserok Rock gazed at the woman's delicate features and couldn't help but be captivated by her beauty.
An Orcs soldier's facial muscles trembled as he slumped to the ground, seemingly having lost all strength in an instant, and cried out loudly:
"What have we fought so hard for? We can't even protect women and children."
Aserok, holding his shoulders and staring into his eyes, said loudly:
"Don't be discouraged, you will soon have the answer. All the Orcs' sacrifices were meaningful; you forged the Orcs' glory with your blood and flesh."
Another soldier looked at the young female Orcs and her two infant children, and prayed devoutly:
"By the Holy Light, I am willing to pay any price to ensure their safety. I hope a miracle can happen."
The noise of Kobolds came from below, and three Orcs soldiers raised their Battle Axes, preparing for the final Blood War.
A cold wind blew by, and a loud howl echoed through the air.
The three Orcs soldiers looked up and saw a huge shadow loom over the watchtower—it was a powerful, two- Wyvern.
The Wyvern's powerful forepaws gripped the edge of the watchtower, its eyes warily scanning its surroundings.
The praying Orcs soldier wept with joy. "A miracle has truly happened! Our sacrifice was meaningful. Thank you, Holy Light! Thank you, Warchief!"
Wyverns can't carry too many people, but they can certainly carry a young Orcs mother and her two children.
"Come, let us fight one last, glorious battle to cover their escape, for the Warchief, for the Horde!"
The three Orcs soldiers clasped hands together, their eyes resolute, and laughed happily.
Two soldiers blocked the entrance with their bodies, and the last soldier helped the Orcs woman up and picked up her two infants.
A sudden Anjing fell at the top of the watchtower as Aserok walked straight to the Wyvern, grabbed the rope that had been thrown down, and began to climb.
"Sir, what are you doing?" a soldier asked, puzzled.
"There's no miracle," Aserok said calmly. "I hired this Wyvern, and I don't want to die like a fool at the Crossroads."
"What did you say?" The Orcs soldiers were stunned.
Aserok chuckled and said, "I told you, your sacrifice was worthwhile. The Blood War the Crossroads will earn me a promotion. Farewell, you bunch of fools. Be smarter in your next life."
"You deceived us!" an Orcs soldier roared, but it was too late. Aserok Rock nimbly climbed onto the back of the Wyvern.
"It wasn't me who deceived you, but the Horde, the Warchief. Blame yourself for believing in so-called courage and sacrifice. A bunch of incompetent good-for-nothings, used without remorse. Your sacrifices were meaningless."
On the back of the Wyvern, Aserok was laughing very happily.
Countless Kobolds charged up the watchtower. Three Orcs roared in fury, entering a berserk state, protecting the Orcs mother and daughter, and reaping the lives of the Kobolds.
But they were quickly swallowed up by the Kobolds.
Aserok's lips curled up in a smug smile. Opportunities for promotion were rare, and this might be the only one he'd ever have in his life.
If you don't hold on tight, how can you be true to yourself?
The one piloting the Wyvern was a Goblin, who shrieked:
"Flying Squadron at your service, esteemed guest. Please pay the second payment."
Aserok took out a bag of gold coins and threw it over. He had already paid a deposit, and after the coins landed successfully, he would need to pay the balance.
The Goblin carefully counted the gold coins, put them away cautiously, Wyvern spread its wings and soared into the blue sky.
"I was saying, that Orcs woman is quite attractive, very alluring. I couldn't help but be tempted. Why don't you take her with you? I can offer to pay you nothing," the Goblin asked lecherously.
Aserok Rock scoffed, "Once I'm promoted to general, what kind of woman can't I have?"
The Goblin nodded in agreement. "This deal was incredibly profitable. The deaths of thousands at the Crossroads have made a Horde general. Congratulations!"
Aserok Rock accepted the flattery with a clear conscience, the Crossroads seemed to shrink ever smaller in his eyes.
Just like his rising status.
The Wyvern landed in Orgrimmar, Aserok was summoned by Warchief Chen Stormstout.
The Blood War at the Crossroads successfully boosted the Horde's morale.
Aserok charged into the enemy ranks alone, Execute the Kobold chieftain and earning personal commendation from the Warchief.
This heroic feat was recorded in history, inspiring countless scholars to create poems, plays, operas, and more, praising Aserok's greatness.
The legendary hero Aserok will forever be remembered by the Horde, a great hero and champion of Azeroth.
Inside the chieftain's tent, a scout brought in intelligence detailing Aserok's actions at the Crossroads.
After reading the report, Chen Stormstout merely raised an eyebrow before tossing it into the campfire.
Big Candle Gagg, arrived yet?
Khadgar replied, "Big Candle Gagg, has arrived in Orgrimmar. I'm just hesitating whether or not to let him meet with Thrall."
Chen Stormstout hesitated for a moment. "Let him come see me first."
Azeroth's senior editor, the golden-haired kobold giant candle gag, was already waiting outside the door. Upon seeing Chen Stormbringer, he immediately put on a shrewd expression:
"Warchief, how may I help you?"
Chen Stormstout waved his hand, and an Orcs servant brought over a glass of fine wine.
"This is a reward from the Warchief, drink it now!" the Orcs servant sternly ordered.
The Big Candle Gagg, picked up the wine, lowered his head, smiled, and drank it all in one gulp.
After overseeing Gagg's drink, Chen Stormstout, slowly said:
"There's a fish in Pandaria, smaller than a mosquito, that can attach itself to the stomach wall and survive. Don't try to remove it, or it will burrow into your internal organs."
Gagg remained unfazed and calmly replied, "I've heard of this kind of fish. Every thirty days, the female must be placed in its stomach to lay eggs. After the eggs are laid, the female vomits them out. Otherwise, the male becomes agitated and the eggs travel through its blood vessels to its brain, and no one can save it."
Chen Stormstout looked at him with admiration. "This kind of fish is extremely loyal to its mate and will never betray it. The female fish is in my hands."
Gagg knelt down with a thud, cupped his hands, and said, "Gagg is willing to do anything for the Warchief."