Night fell.
Meridian and Mal'Ganis stood on a high mountain, watching the battle between werewolves and orcs below.
Initially, the Orcs had the upper hand, especially after entering berserk mode, and almost broke through the Worgen formation.
But soon, the well-trained Worgen stabilized their formation, and with their superior equipment, the situation reached a stalemate.
When the white-furred King Greymane joined the battle, the Worgen' morale soared, and they began their counterattack.
On the other hand, Thrall had long since disappeared from the Orcs' side, leaving them without a leader.
After their rampage, the Orcs became exhausted and, without a leader, quickly suffered defeats and scattered in all directions.
In this battle, approximately one thousand Orcs were slaughtered.
King Greymane did not order a pursuit; the Worgen cleaned up the Battlefield and retreated towards the capital.
Meryl Dongfeng stroked his chin and said, "This defeat is absolutely a terrible blow to the previously smooth-sailing Thrall."
"Haha, Thrall, who's completely demoralized, will surely walk right into my trap." Mal'Ganis nodded in agreement and took out the Legion Orb.
Inside the jewel, Thrall was fast asleep in a farmhouse.
"He still has the mood to sleep?" Meryl felt he was underestimating Thrall.
Mal'Ganis squinted, his eyes darting around:
"This Thrall is no ordinary man. He can kill so many of his own people with a clear conscience; that's something only a typical Orcs could do."
After a long while, Thrall yawned, slowly got up, and walked towards the camp not far away.
The camp was in chaos, and the retreating soldiers were dejected.
Thrall glared at them. "Cheer up, all of you! It's just a couple of deaths. Our journey is to the stars, and as long as I, the Savior Thrall, am here, victory will surely be ours!"
Mal'Ganis deactivated the Legion Orb and asked in confusion:
"I understand now. Thrall is a seasoned leader. No matter how many Orcs die before his eyes, he remains completely unmoved. A remarkable talent."
Meryl exclaimed, "In my long life, I have seen too many leaders. No matter how cruel and inhumane they were, once they achieved success, they would have a sense of national responsibility and fight for their people. Ironically, this became their weakness. Only this Thrall is different. He is simply flawless."
Mal'Ganis looked very unhappy; Thrall's performance had ignited his competitive spirit.
"This is a provocation against the Dreadlord, Thrall. He is not without flaws. Let me think about it carefully."
Mal'Ganis paced back and forth anxiously, his pair of wings on his back opening and closing repeatedly.
"I've got an idea."
Mal'Ganis laughed heartily:
"Jealousy is the original sin. Orcs will never lack competitiveness. Just give Thrall a rival, and he will surely lose his composure."
"Do you have a suitable candidate?" Meryl Dongfeng asked.
"Of course!" Mal'Ganis chuckled slyly. "Lordaeron, Eitrigg."
Tirisfal Glades, a stinking Orcs community.
Lordaeron is home to tens of thousands of wandering Orcs, divided into large and small groups.
This settlement has about two hundred Orcs, making it one of the larger groups among wandering Orcs.
At that moment, dozens of Orcs surrounded a young Orcs, glaring at him angrily, looking ready to tear him apart.
The young Orcs under siege was strong and well-proportioned, with an indomitable and stubborn look in his eyes.
"Damn it, how dare you slander the great Savior!" An Orcs with a scarred face pointed at him. "The great Thrall saved over a hundred thousand Orcs, freeing Orcs from human enslavement and granting us freedom. Even humans and Dwarves admire him. How dare you, a mere Orcs, comment on the great Savior?"
The young Orcs clenched his fist. "Gentlemen, I don't want a conflict with you. I'm just stating the facts and reasoning. According to media reports, Thrall rescued over 100,000 Orcs. So, what are we eating?"
The scarred Orcs roared, "Of course the Savior has a way!"
The young Orcs immediately retorted, "We have fewer than two hundred people, and even by raiding humans and hunting wild beasts, we can hardly get enough to eat. How will more than one hundred thousand Orcs survive?"
After Terenas became the Lich King, life became increasingly difficult for the wandering Orcs.
On the one hand, humans have become more prepared.
King Terenas even scattered the Undead Orcs to protect the human villages.
Undead Orcs are extremely powerful, feel no pain, and are unafraid of sacrifice, making them a major headache for wandering Orcs.
At this moment of despair, Thrall, the Savior, delivered a speech in Silverpine Forest, welcoming the wandering Orcs to his cause.
The Orcs in the settlement all wanted to join Thrall, but only the young Orcs disagreed, which led to a dispute.
A Shaman said, "Young man, it's wrong to doubt what you don't understand. I've heard that the great Savior Thrall was a powerful Shaman who may have solved the Orcs' food problem with the help of Elemental Power."
The young Orcs shook his head. "I've never heard of elements being able to feed Orcs."
The Shaman patted the young Orcs on the shoulder. "Savior has earned Thrall current reputation for a reason; he must have extraordinary abilities. You don't understand, so don't make unfounded assumptions."
"But," the young Orcs hesitated, yet persisted, "Before we understand how the Savior sustains 100,000 Orcs, I think we should proceed with caution."
The scarred Orcs sneered, "What do you know? The Savior is extremely selective. If we don't pledge our allegiance soon, we'll miss our chance."
The Shaman echoed, "Yes, only the great Savior Thrall can save us Orcs."
Everyone chimed in, praising Thrall's virtues. The young Orcs, though dejected, refused to give up.
"I will never side with Thrall before I have a clear understanding of the situation."
The scarred Orcs turned pale with anger and threw a punch at the young Orcs, which the young orc easily dodged.
The Shaman stopped the scarred Orcs and said to the young Orcs:
"Since you are unwilling to pledge allegiance to Thrall, the Savior, then leave. I warn you, no Orcs Thrall take you in if you oppose Savior. We will prove you wrong."
The young Orcs shrugged and left the settlement.
A lone Orcs has a hard time surviving, and humans love to hunt and kill them all.
But the greater danger comes from their own kind; hungry, wandering Orcs would not recommend eating their own kind.
A young Orcs wandered aimlessly and stumbled upon a group of unusual Orcs.
These Orcs were well-dressed and had rosy complexions, clearly having eaten well, unlike the wandering Orcs.
The young Orcs was trying to hide when he was discovered by the Orcs, who surrounded him.
An Orcs Veteran stepped out from the crowd, dressed in magnificent silver armor, with Magic Gem embedded in his axe; he looked extremely wealthy and noble.
"Young man, why are you alone?" the Veteran asked kindly.
The young Orcs knew he was in trouble and thought he was probably doomed, so he steeled himself and replied:
"My people have all gone to serve Thrall, but I don't want to go."
"Tell me your reasons," the Veteran asked with a smile.
"I suspect Savior Thrall hiding something from us, like how he's feeding over 100,000 Orcs." The young Orcs was already prepared to die.
The Veteran chuckled, "Young man, you have a good idea. Thrall deceived all the Orcs in the world, but there are some people you can't fool."
The young Orcs was stunned; he hadn't expected to meet a kindred spirit.
"I am Eitrigg, tell me your name," the Orcs Veteran asked.