Warchief Vol'jin demonstrated to the Orcs generals how to kill an Undead Tauren.
Although a method has been found, achieving this goal remains difficult.
First, you need to enchant the weapon with flames, or other fire-based damage.
Then you have to keep slashing hundreds of times to ensure that most of the red nematodes inside the Tauren's body are killed, thus breaking their immortality.
Even if all the enchanters in Orgrimmar worked around the clock, they could only produce about five hundred enchanted scrolls. This was hardly enough to satisfy the Orcs generals and officers.
Left with no other option, Vol'jin had to turn to Dalaran for help. As the City of Magic, Dalaran had numerous mages and enchanters, making enchanted scrolls was a trivial matter for them.
Dracula Shredwheel then revealed his true colors as a shrewd merchant: one Magic Scroll ten thousand gold coins, no bargaining.
Moreover, the supply will be limited, with only two thousand tickets available each day.
Vol'jin was seething with hatred, but he had no choice but to endure it.
Orgrimmar is a large city. The Orcs have accumulated Wealth over many years through conquest and plunder, and they can easily come up with billions of gold coins.
When Cairne Bloodhoof came to besiege the city, Orgrimmar successfully armed five thousand elite soldiers with enchanted weapons.
Seeing that there was hope of defending the city, the Orcs generals racked their brains and came up with all sorts of ideas in order to survive, such as moving the furnaces into the towers of the city walls.
A weapon burning red-hot has almost the same effect as one enchanted with flames.
One night, Cairne Bloodhoof launched a sudden attack.
The horns of the Tauren attack sounded, and the Orgrimmar City were brightly lit. The towering walls posed no obstacle to the Undead Tauren Tauren, with the aid of siege equipment, easily scaled them.
The first to appear on the city walls were hunters from the Darkspear Horde. After investing in a field of poison-infused javelins, they discovered that the Undead Tauren were unharmed, proving that they were immune to the poison.
The Darkspear Hunters quickly withdrew from the city walls, leaving the battle to the Orcs.
Braving a hail of Tauren and arrows, a strong Tauren officer was the first to scale the city wall. He wielded two broad-bladed Battle Axes with impenetrable force, blood and flesh flying everywhere, and quickly carved out a space on the city wall.
The Tauren then climbed the city walls one after another, charging in all directions and gradually expanding their territory.
At the critical moment, a group of snarling, ferocious-looking Orcs, already on high alert, launched a desperate Charge led by their Orcs officer, and the two mages engaged in fierce hand-to-hand combat.
Similar battles were raging everywhere on the walls of Orgrimmar, and blood quickly stained the city walls.
Cairne Bloodhoof had been overseeing the battle from the rear. He noticed that the Orcs' morale was high and they were fighting extremely bravely, which was completely different from what he had expected.
This made Cairne's expression serious; he had thought that the Orcs would surrender after a slight attack.
The deafening battle cries from the city walls were earth-shattering. Countless Orcs surged onto the walls, wielding Flame weapons or red-hot Battle Axes, while the outnumbered Tauren were besieged.
Cairne saw large numbers of Orcs fall, but they were quickly replenished. At the same time, many Tauren fell and never got up again.
A Tauren fell from the city wall. Cairne had expected it to get up quickly and rejoin the battle, but the Tauren remained motionless.
Cairne gasped. He waved his hand, and his loyal guards carried the Tauren's corpse that had fallen from the city wall to Cairne's feet.
Cairne discovered that the Tauren's corpse was covered in charred wounds, and a burnt smell wafted from it.
"This is the power of Flame."
Cairne was taken aback; even he didn't know that the Blood-red Threadworms's weakness was Flame.
The Orcs had found a way to kill the Undead Tauren, which dealt a severe blow to Cairne's Invincible confidence. His bull-like eyes trembled slightly, and he was filled with horror.
The siege continued, Undead Tauren remained brave and fearless. The death of each Undead Tauren brought about ten times the casualties to the Orcs. Both sides were in a bloodthirsty frenzy, and blood and flesh rolled on the city walls, with severed limbs scattered everywhere.
Having learned from their previous defeat, the Orcs cleaned up the Battlefield as they fought, throwing their own and the enemy's corpses into the city, immediately dousing them with oil and burning them to ensure the Tauren would not resurrect.
Cairne's expression grew increasingly grim; the rising casualties on his side filled him with a sense of foreboding.
Once Horde Warchief ascended the city wall, the Orcs' morale reached its peak, erupting in thunderous cheers. The Orcs unconsciously descended into a frenzy, engaging the Tauren Vol'jin a life-or-death battle.
Cairne hesitated for a moment. He had intended to lead his troops up the city walls himself, but ultimately gave up and chose to retreat after leaving behind more than a thousand Tauren corpses.
This hard-won victory greatly boosted morale in Orgrimmar, and the Orcs cheered wildly, some shouting Thrall's name, and others calling for Warchief Vol'jin.
On the city wall, Vol'jin, wielding two Hotwind Scimitars, stared directly at Cairne Bloodhoof in the distance.
Cairne Bloodhoof also carefully examined Vol'jin. After their eyes met, Cairne turned and left, and the battle finally came to an end.
In the following days, Cairne launched several more attacks, but failed to conquer Orgrimmar.
After half of the Undead Tauren, Cairne had to accept the reality that he seemed powerless to defeat Orgrimmar.
Meanwhile, Orgrimmar was also in dire straits, having spent hundreds of millions of gold coins purchasing enchantment scrolls from Dalaran, in addition to the deaths of a large number of soldiers and the depletion of war resources such as weapons and armor.
Although Vol'jin successfully defended the city, he was also under immense pressure.
Cairne and Vol'jin realized that continuing down this path would only lead to their mutual destruction. After the initial surge of hatred subsided, both Cairne, now calmer, and Vol'jin, eager to escape their predicament, felt that negotiation was a good option.
Forsaken can become members of the Horde, why can't the Undead Tauren be reintegrated into the Horde?
As long as the Undead Tauren are given the same treatment, the same status and identity as the Orcs, Cairne has no reason to refuse. After careful consideration, Vol'jin assigned this task to the Goblin leader, the trading magnate Gallywix.
On a sunny afternoon, the chubby Gallywix, wearing a fine top hat, entered the camp of the Undead Tauren under the protection of several Orcs.
When Gallywix saw Cairne Bloodhoof, he was quite frightened by his enormous body, which resembled that of Pit Lord.
Like Goblin, Kobold have a custom of worshipping the strong, so they quickly removed their hats and bowed, saying with the utmost flattery:
"Oh, great Cairne Bloodhoof, the greatest Tauren Chieftain, you are the hope of the Horde, you are the greatest hero in my heart. I, on behalf of Horde Vol'jin, Warchief with you. Don't mind him, Vol'jin is just a filthy Imp, he's not even worth a little toe of yours."
Cairne looked down at the small, watermelon-sized Goblin and asked loudly, "Gallywix, what have you brought to the Tauren, war or peace?"
Gallywix put on a clever and capable expression and said obsequiously:
"Orgrimmar has been conquered by your great courage, esteemed Tauren Chieftain. Imp Vol'jin believes that the Tauren should be treated the same as the Forsaken, and of course, your glory far surpasses that of Sylvanas."