Transporting water to the high mountains is no easy task. Vol'jin's advisors analyzed that it would take at least half a year for Tianchi Lake to be filled with water.
This was tantamount to a sword of destruction hanging over Orgrimmar, plunging Orgrimmar into a countdown to its doom.
All Vol'jin could do was prevent the news from spreading and causing unnecessary panic.
Cairne built formidable fortifications beside the dam, with the Tauren positioned uphill for a superior defensive position, while the Orcs had to attack from below, which was clearly disadvantageous to the attackers.
Everything was ready, and a smug Cairne sent a messenger to Vol'jin with an exquisite dog leash.
Cairne declared that unless Orcs and Trolls of Orgrimmar were leashed and willingly became livestock to be slaughtered, Cairne vowed to exterminate all living beings in Orgrimmar, sparing not a single dog.
This is absolutely outrageous!
Unable to bear this insult, Gordo Nazgrim immediately led his Orcs Legion, armed with enchanted flame weapons, toward the dam. However, they were ambushed by the Tauren Legion on the way and suffered a crushing defeat.
Vol'jin, of course, would not sit idly by and wait for his doom. Since the Tauren Legion had failed to block the gates of Orgrimmar, the Orcs wolf riders were finally able to unleash their powerful mobility.
The wolf riders, in coordination with the Orcs Legions, launched attacks on various fronts, raiding the Tauren's supply lines, attacking the Tauren settlement of Bloodhoof Village, and even sending troops to Thunder Bluff to force Cairne to withdraw.
Cairne, not to be outdone, calmly countered each move of the Undead Tauren Legion.
Both sides displayed great cunning and strategy, with victories and defeats occurring on both sides, resulting in many brilliant battles.
As a result of the battles, casualties on both the Tauren and Orcs sides rose sharply.
Cairne discovered that as long as Orgrimmar wasn't directly attacked, whether in defense or open-field combat, the Undead Tauren's casualty ratio against the Orcs was acceptable, and the Scales of victory were tipping in the Tauren's favor.
Although the Tauren were unable to breach Orgrimmar, the war appeared to have reached a stalemate.
Time is on the Tauren's side; after all, the water in the Heavenly Pool is continuously increasing, the countdown to the destruction of Orgrimmar is slowly approaching, and the situation is very favorable.
On the other hand, the Orgrimmar side was in despair. Vol'jin was so worried that most of his red hair had turned white, and he still couldn't come up with a way to win.
At times like these, diplomacy becomes extremely important.
Vol'jin first wrote to Kingdom of Stormwind seeking help, hoping that the Alliance would fulfill its previous agreement and send troops to Orgrimmar to fight against the Undead Tauren Legion.
Initially, Vol'jin took a hard line, appealing to both reason and emotion, citing the safety of the Azeroth Continent as the reason for demanding that the Alliance send troops.
Prince Regent Anduin replied with only two words: "No time."
Vol'jin was furious. After the Orcs suffered two consecutive defeats, Vol'jin wrote a sincere letter to Prince Anduin, in a very friendly tone, treating Prince Anduin an equal and a brother, hoping that the Alliance would send troops to save poor Orgrimmar out of brotherly affection.
Of course, Vol'jin would never put all his eggs in one basket. He also wrote to Tyrande, addressing her as the venerable Grandmother Tyrande, hoping the Night Elves would provide assistance to Orgrimmar.
In the Azeroth Continent, Trolls have relatively long lifespans, but due to their Troll traditions and suicidal nature, their accidental death rate is very high, and their average lifespan is far shorter than that of Night Elves.
In Vol'jin's view, Tyrande older than his great-great-great-grandmother, so it was perfectly reasonable to address her as "Grandma."
Unfortunately, he overlooked Tyrande's true nature. Tyrande, who still considered herself a fair-skinned and beautiful newlywed, was furious. The title "Grandma" made Tyrande feel dizzy.
"Ten thousand years, ten thousand years! Who dares to call me Grandma? Vol'jin, you're really tired of living! Do you want to become fertilizer?"
Darnassus, the once sacred and Tranquility Temple of the Moon, was constantly filled with such roars.
The situation worsened, with the Orcs suffering repeated defeats and Orgrimmar gradually losing ground.
In Vol'jin's third letter to Kingdom of Stormwind, he addressed Prince Anduin respected godfather, earnestly hoping that the Alliance would lend a helping hand and save Orgrimmar from its dire straits.
In this most desperate moment, Vol'jin had no choice but to beg Sylvanas for reinforcements. In Vol'jin's view, asking Sylvanas for help was tantamount to asking a tiger for its skin. If Orgrimmar had not been in dire straits, he would never have resorted to such a desperate measure.
Incidentally, Vol'jin also dragged the Blood Elves into the mix, although he didn't think the Blood Elves, being fickle and opportunistic, would be of any use.
At this point, Robbie realized that he seemed to have overlooked Sylvanas.
Sylvanas was always watching the war between Orgrimmar and the Undead Tauren. She was very wary of Cairne. After all, when Cairne became Sylvanas's subordinate, she had done a lot of Blackhand to torment Cairne, both physically and psychologically, in order to make the Tauren Chieftain lose his dignity.
It is foreseeable that once Cairne conquers Orgrimmar, he will next march on Undercity to reclaim his dignity from Sylvanas.
Sylvanas's political acumen clearly told her that Vol'jin would never want Undercity to send troops, and she wasn't worried about Cairne attacking Undercity.
To attack Undercity, one must travel by ship to the Eastern Kingdoms, where Sylvanas's Forsaken faction has many Alliance naval commanders.
The Forsaken now possess a massive fleet, and she'd love to teach Cairne's Undead Tauren a lesson.
On the ever-changing ocean, unless it's the most brutal boarding action, the immortality of the Undead Tauren is a joke; Tauren massive bodies are far from agile on a swaying ship.
After receiving Vol'jin's distress call, Sylvanas hesitated about whether or not to send troops.
Undercity is well-prepared to confront the Undead Tauren. For example, it has accumulated a large number of enchanted flame scrolls, and Sylvanas has a considerable number of Liches and Undead Mage under her command. In terms of the reserves of spellcasters, Orgrimmar is far inferior.
Moreover, Sylvanas possesses the Invincible Plague; if necessary, she could even turn the entire Orgrimmar into a Plague city.
If she can do that, the Dark Lady will be just one step away from becoming the Warchief of the Horde.
Just as Sylvanas was hesitating whether to send troops directly or continue to observe, a strange Kobold visited.
Under normal circumstances, the proud Dark Lady would never receive anyone of unknown origin, especially a lowly Kobold.
She agreed to meet the Kobold because Kobold had sent a message through his guard.
"The Dark Side of the Moon."
Sylvanas's connection to the Dark Side of the Moon was a secret, known only to the leaders of the Alliance and the Horde. She realized that this Kobold might be an emissary.
This is a Kobold with golden fur and delicate glasses clipped to the bridge of its nose.
"Your Majesty the Dark Lady, let me first introduce myself. I am Gagg, and because I often stay up late studying by candlelight, I am known in the community as 'Big Candle.' I am a senior scholar and mage, and the author of numerous academic papers, including 'How the Orcs the Thick Black Theory of Thrall,' and 'The Truth About Mount Hyjal Revealed.' I am the absolute authority on Thrall's life."
"So who do you represent, Big Candle Gagg?" Sylvanas flashed what she thought was a charming smile, "Warchief Vol'jin, Cairne Bloodhoof, or perhaps, Tyrande Whisperwind?"
Sylvanas asked tentatively, but her smile was chilling, like a vengeful ghost from a nightmare.