The Iron Horde's ships have a rugged Orcs style, with wide hulls and extremely deep drafts.
The waters around the Karabor Temple are riddled with reefs and turbulent currents, with some sections only wide enough for one or two large ships to pass through.
The sunken ships blocked the mouth of the river, hindering the advance of the Iron Horde fleet. This place was some distance from the coast, and with the warships lined up, the range of their cannons was insufficient to reach the shore.
Kalecgos said that "sinking ships to block the mouth" was a low-level tactic used by Pirates because the level of magic on the Azeroth Continent was relatively high, and such a large force would usually be accompanied by several Archmages.
Mages can create miracles; in the face of powerful and mysterious magic, blocking a sunken ship is nothing but a joke.
Med'an, who was currently accompanying and assisting the Iron Horde, was one of the most powerful mages in Azeroth.
However, Kalecgos overlooked one problem: Volka, the commander of the Iron Horde, was unaware of the mages' capabilities and did not consider seeking help from Med'an.
He was well aware of his soldiers' courage and strength, and even more so of the Draenei customs.
Commander Volka waved his hand, and hundreds of Orcs jumped into the water like dumplings. The Orcs of the Iron Horde were strong and robust, wearing heavy armor and carrying Battle Axes, and they swam vigorously towards the shore.
The Iron Horde didn't have enough small boats; only generals were qualified to travel by boat, while ordinary soldiers had to swim ashore.
Prince Anduin, Kalecgos, the Aspect of the Blue Kalecgos, Med'an, and several other visitors from Azeroth watched in astonishment, completely dumbfounded. This was unlike any war they were familiar with.
They were amazed by the Orcs' strength; they could swim even while wearing heavy armor, something most humans couldn't do.
However, doing so would require a great deal of physical exertion. Even without being ambushed, by the time they finally managed to swim ashore, they would be exhausted and would have no strength left to fight. If the enemy took the opportunity to launch a surprise attack, they would be wiped out.
Commander Volka noticed the three men's puzzled expressions and laughed, saying:
"You outsiders don't understand the Draenei. They are a very foolish race and would never launch a sneak attack. Our soldiers will land safely, set up camp on the shore, rest, eat a good meal, and once they have recovered their strength, we will have a great battle with the Draenei. We can even ask the Draenei for food."
"The Draenei are so friendly," Kalecgos chuckled dryly.
"Foolish races will only be eliminated." Med'an said viciously, "Commander Volka, you must make the Draenei their mercy and naivety. Slaughter them all."
Prince Anduin remained silent, pondering to himself. There was a reason why the Draenei of Outland had been nearly wiped out.
Hundreds of Orcs swam with all their might; they were the vanguard of this attack, responsible for clearing space on the shore to set up camp. They had reached the shallow waters, and the coast was right in front of them. Although they were exhausted, they would soon be able to rest.
On two high grounds along the coast, hundreds of cannons were already loaded with ammunition.
Robbie held up his binoculars, and when he saw Med'an, Prince Anduin, and Kalecgos with his long sky-blue hair on the deck of the Iron Horde's flagship, the Destroyer, his heart sank, and he knew something was wrong.
Med'an's unexpected appearance to assist the Iron Horde was completely unexpected, rendering his shipwreck plan a failure. Although Med'an's magic often malfunctioned, destroying dozens of shipwrecks was still a piece of cake.
However, the Orcs ignored the sunken ship and jumped into the water to swim towards the shore. This unexpected action left Robbie in disbelief. What was going on? Were they deliberately coming to their deaths? Had the commander of the Iron Horde lost his mind?
The biggest problem with cannons is their accuracy, but artillery fire can make up for this deficiency. Seeing that the Orcs had entered the firing range, Robbie could hardly hide his excitement. "God is on my side! This is going too smoothly!" he thought, and was about to give the order to fire.
"Who placed the cannons here? Get them out of there immediately!"
Just as Robbie was about to order the cannons to fire, a squad of fully armed Draenei guards charged up the hill. The three Draenei at the front were dressed in fine clothes and were of high status; they were the three Draenei archbishops.
"Damn it, it's them!"
Archbishop Maladaar, Chief Technician Hataaru, and Archbishop Othaar led the direct forces of the Bishop Council to a high ground where the running group was located, facing Yrel directly.
According to the original game storyline, a conspiracy should have unfolded in Shadowmoon Valley, where Archbishop Othaar lost his faith in the Holy Light, defected to the Burning Legion, and assassinated Hataaru, who was also a member of the council.
Perhaps due to Robbie's unexpected arrival, the situation in Shadowmoon Valley changed, and the betrayal did not occur. After Yrel took leadership, the Bishop Council, intimidated by the rangers led by Yrel, did not express any opposition.
Unexpectedly, they stepped forward at this crucial moment.
"What are you doing?" Archbishop Maladaar saw the Orcs on the shore and the hundreds of cannons fully loaded. His eyes flashed with a sharp light as he pointed at Yrel and roared:
"My God, what am I seeing? Have the Draenei believe in the Holy Light, fallen into darkness? How could you resort to such a despicable and shameless attack? What caused you to fall, Yrel? You have betrayed the Holy Light."
Chief Technician Hataaru squinted and shook his head, saying:
"The Holy Light teaches us that we must never lose our faith, and even when facing our enemies, we must maintain a pure and kind heart, remaining impartial and doing righteous and good deeds. Yrel, you are on the verge of falling."
Archbishop Othaar, the traitor who should have sided with the Burning Legion, remained silent with a gloomy expression. Faced with the two archbishops' aggressive questioning, a hint of disdain and mockery appeared on his lips.
Yrel was trembling with rage; she hadn't expected the three archbishops to step in at this moment.
"The Iron Horde is our enemy. If they're coming to destroy us, why can't they launch a surprise attack?"
"Yrel." Archbishop Maladaar's eyes widened, and he spoke with absolute certainty:
"The Prophet taught us that not all wanderers lose their way. We Draenei stand tall under the stars because of our fair and upright hearts; we rely on the Holy Light, uphold Justice, and respect life. Your actions today have abandoned the traditions of the Draenei; how are you any different from the Evil Burning Legion?"
This is bad!
Robbie, standing nearby, saw through the two archbishops' intentions. All that talk of peace and adherence to tradition was just an excuse; their goal wasn't to win the dispute, but to buy time.
If Yrel suffers setbacks in this war against the Iron Horde, and the Draenei suffer heavy casualties, then Yrel's reputation will inevitably be affected, and the Bishop Council could take the opportunity to sideline Yrel.
With Naaru K'ara in charge, the Draenei will not truly perish.
It's all about a power struggle. Robbie scratched his head, wondering what to do.