In an instant, Tirion Fordring seemed to be transported back to the battle that terrified him, and his body trembled uncontrollably.
The fear in my heart inexplicably increased, clouding my mind, making my eyes glaze over, and causing me to experience a series of hallucinations.
Standing before him were not seven Orcs children, but a gigantic Orcs with a ferocious face and a height exceeding one hundred meters, its sharp fangs like blades, grinning maliciously at Tirion Fordring.
I don't want to die!
Tirion Fordring let out a bloodcurdling howl, his face pale, turned the white Mammoth around, and shouted at the top of his lungs:
"Run! Retreat! Retreat!"
Tirion Fordring led the escape, his personal guards staying close to Tirion Fordring and running alongside him.
The Paladins of the Silver Hand were bewildered, not knowing what had happened; there were clearly only seven children in front of them.
But Tirion Fordring, as the commander and the representative of the Holy Light, must have seen dangers that others could not.
The Paladins at the front followed their commander's orders and began to retreat.
Tirion Fordring ran while letting out a frantic howl, disrupting the ranks behind the Silver Hand.
Seeing that some people were retreating ahead, Tirion Fordring shouted for a retreat, and the bewildered Paladins followed suit and turned their horses around.
Five thousand Silver Hand Paladins charged recklessly, disrupting the formation of the army behind them, causing countless men and horses to fall and clashing in the chaos.
Chaos reigned on the Battlefield, Tirion Fordring babbled incoherently, "The Seven Heroes of Draenor are coming! Run!"
Rumors spread like wildfire, and the army of hundreds of thousands collapsed, fleeing for their lives.
To run faster, the soldiers took off their armor, threw away their weapons, and left their supplies and equipment scattered everywhere.
As if a demon were chasing them, the Paladins of the Silver Hand galloped from Silverpine Forest to Tirisfal Glades.
Most of the horses couldn't withstand the strain and died on the road. The Paladins abandoned their horses and fled in panic.
They fled all the way to Brill, where the white Mammoth collapsed, and Tirion Fordring finally recovered from his fear.
Tirion Fordring was furious that he was so frightened by seven Orcs children that he fled in panic, causing chaos among his army of hundreds of thousands.
We must find a way to remedy this, Tirion Fordring thought, his eyes darting around as he whispered instructions to his personal guards.
In Lordaeron, King Terenas, lying on his sickbed, listens to reports from his close advisors.
" In Silverpine Forest, Ambermill region, the Order of the Silver Hand were ambushed by the Seven Heroes of Draenor and suffered heavy losses. Tirion Fordring fought his way out, and the remnants retreated to Brill."
Terenas looked puzzled. "The Seven Heroes of Draenor? Aren't most of them long dead?"
The courtier, rubbing his forehead, said, "According to Tirion Fordring's report, they are the New Seven Heroes of Draenor, even more powerful than their predecessors. Each of them is over a thousand meters tall, and their hands are as large as the Royal Palace Lordaeron."
Terenas turned pale with anger. "Does Tirion Fordring think I'm stupid? What kind of Orcs is that tall?"
The courtier couldn't help but laugh out loud, and continued, "Tirion Fordring also said that the Seven Heroes of Draenor, leading 1.8 billion Orcs, were simply outnumbered and had no choice but to retreat."
"Eighteen billion Orcs?" Terenas's head was spinning. He roared, "Tirion Fordring has gone too far!"
The advisor whispered, "According to our intelligence, there are no Seven Heroes of Draenor at all; they are seven Orcs children. Tirion Fordring is terrified."
Terenas sighed, "That damned Tirion Fordring, he's more trouble than he's worth, he's such a disappointment."
After pondering for a while, Terenas said resentfully, "My army of hundreds of thousands in Lordaeron, the Invincible Order of the Silver Hand, was utterly terrified by seven Orcs children. If word gets out, what will become of Lordaeron's reputation? I can't afford to lose face. Since Tirion Fordring says there are Seven Heroes of Draenor, let's go along with him."
The close advisor understood. "Yes, Your King, I will instruct the historians not to spread falsehoods."
Historical records state that eleven years Dark Portal opened, the New Seven Heroes of Draenor emerged, leading 1.5 million Orcs to defeat Tirion Fordring.
Tirion Fordring, though defeated, was still a hero.
Later historians who studied this topic always found it incredible.
The New Seven Heroes of Draenor were like a fleeting phenomenon, disappearing without a trace after defeating Tirion Fordring, vanishing from history inexplicably.
A later scholar discovered an ancient ruin near Coilfang Lake in Outland and found one of Tirion Fordring's teeth, proving that the New Seven Heroes of Draenor did indeed exist.
When Blackmoore learned that Tirion Fordring was leading an army of over 100,000 men, he dared not be negligent and spent the entire night discussing matters with the Black-Robed Man.
Outnumbered, Blackmoore had only three thousand Elixir Orcs and a few hundred human soldiers.
Although Blackmoore possessed the Call of All Spirits, someone like Tirion Fordring would never personally lead an army into battle.
Blackmoore, unwilling to kill human soldiers, devised a series of plans with the Black-Robed Man, including luring the enemy deep into their territory, encircling and counter-encircling them, and cutting off their logistical supplies.
Even so, Blackmoore still felt it wasn't enough and strived to defeat his opponent with minimal casualties.
When Blackmoore led three thousand Elixir Orcs to Silverpine Forest, they were met with an endless expanse of supplies, weapons, and armor.
Blackmoore was baffled. "What's going on?"
The Black-Robed Man hesitated for a moment, then exclaimed in surprise, "I underestimated Tirion Fordring! This is a brilliant plan, truly brilliant!"
"What brilliant plan?" Blackmoore asked.
The Black-Robed Man narrowed his gaze slightly and said seriously:
"Tirion Fordring deliberately scattered weapons, armor, and supplies all over the ground, luring our soldiers to scramble for them, causing chaos in our formation. He then seized the opportunity to launch a surprise attack, and our army was bound to be defeated."
Blackmoore felt a chill run down his spine after hearing this. "Luckily, the Elixir Orcs and would only obey orders, not fight for the spoils, otherwise I would be dead."
The Black-Robed Man directed a small number of soldiers to clean up the Battlefield, while sending out a large number of scouts to investigate Tirion Fordring's main force, while the rest remained stationary.
They waited until dark before the nearby villagers came out to collect the items.
After Tirion Fordring's army fled, they left behind not only equipment but also a large amount of food, allowing the people of Silverpine Forest to finally survive the harsh winter.
Unable to locate Tirion Fordring's main force, Blackmoore remained silent, increasingly sensing Tirion Fordring's unfathomable depth and masterful tactical acumen.
Unable to fathom Tirion Fordring's thoughts, the Black-Robed Man said cautiously:
"Tirion Fordring's move must have a deeper meaning, which I cannot fathom at the moment. Perhaps it would be safer to retreat to Hillsbrad Foothills first."
Blackmoore nodded. "Our army is outnumbered and outgunned; the slightest mistake could lead to total annihilation. We cannot afford to take the risk."
Brill.
Tirion Fordring rallied the remaining troops, and a few days later, the scattered soldiers returned to their ranks. This massive rout was extremely devastating, with over 30,000 dead and wounded.
What Tirion Fordring found even more unacceptable was that the soldiers had lost a large number of weapons and armor, and were also running out of food.
Left with no other option, Tirion Fordring sent men to the Kingdom of Lordaeron to pressure Terenas into providing military funds.
Terenas was so angry that he took to his bed and told Tirion Fordring to figure it out himself.
Tirion Fordring was also burning with rage, determined to destroy Blackmoore, but his army was without food and could not set out.
Seeing that the food supplies were running out, Tirion Fordring was extremely anxious and somewhat disheartened.
Tirion Fordring's confidant reported to him that four merchants from Kingdom of Stormwind were requesting an audience, claiming they could solve the army's logistical problems.
Tirion Fordring frowned. Kingdom of Stormwind was far from peaceful; it was preoccupied with its own troubles. How could it possibly provide food to Lordaeron?
After hesitating for a long time, Tirion Fordring decided to meet the four merchants.