The Burning Legion was able to conquer countless worlds not because of the overwhelming power of the Dark Titan Sargeras.
Every soldier in the Legion is a carefully selected elite, and the Legion's technology and magic are far ahead of all others, which is the foundation of their strength.
If the Burning Legion's soldiers can't even defeat the Orcs, how can they be an Invincible army?
Faced with the mighty Legion soldiers, the Orcs, known for their ferocity, appeared weak and helpless, reduced to mere laborers.
Thrall was naturally unwilling to accept this. Since the Orcs could not defeat the powerful Legion soldiers, all that was left was intrigue and scheming. Thrall wanted to lead the Orcs away, preferably to separate from the Burning Legion and maintain his position as leader.
So Thrall suggested to Varimathras, "Although we Orcs are weak, we are willing to serve as the Legion's vanguard, expanding Legion territory and conquering Azeroth."
Varimathras chuckled and shook his head, "Azeroth is a bunch of backward natives. Once our Legion's army arrives, they'll all be wiped out. The Orcs will remain your laborers; that's Orcs Destiny."
Thrall sighed, now the leader of the laborers, his ambitions and dreams all vanished.
Wave after wave of the Burning Legion soldiers entered Azeroth. The Dalaran Kingdom was devoid of humans, with the Legion's presence everywhere. However, Archimonde knew that despite the Legion's formidable strength, they could not defeat Queen Azshara.
The Highborne of ten thousand years ago were powerful beings who dared to confront the Titans. During those ten thousand years, although the Legion destroyed countless worlds and achieved remarkable feats, Legion technology and magic did not advance much.
The Burning Legion has reached a bottleneck in its power.
Archimonde was well aware that it wouldn't be difficult for the Burning Legion to change the status quo; they simply needed to be unconventional, make changes, and select outstanding individuals. The development of magic and technology required a small Elite to drive it forward, and Archimonde and Kil'jaeden, with their limited talents, were no longer capable of leading the Legion to further progress.
However, the result of doing so would be that Archimonde and Kil'jaeden would lose power and be replaced by successors. The strength of a group is limited by the strength of its leader, and Archimonde does not want to lose power.
If Queen Azshara were to return, the Burning Legion would be no match for her.
Archimonde shook his head, his mood gloomy, but then he suddenly saw the Orcs and his eyes lit up.
Even the strongest Orcs chieftain is no match for an ordinary Legion soldier.
However, compared to the fighting strength of the various races of Azeroth, the Orcs' strength is already terrifying.
Archimonde quickly came up with a good idea and summoned Varimathras and Mannoroth to him.
Varimathras and Mannoroth arrived quickly, and dared not even breathe as they looked at Archimonde, who was deep in thought.
"Varimathras, I've heard you know a great deal about the Azeroth. How strong are the Night Elf race these days?" Archimonde asked.
The Dreadlord quickly put on a shrewd expression and replied, "Great Lord Archimonde, the Night Elf race have long abandoned magic. They worship the Elune, study the Druid's Path, a kind of magic that transforms them into beasts. They fight with claws and sharp teeth, and there are also a few Sentinels that use primitive bows and arrows in battle."
"Claws and arrows, have the Night Elves fallen so low?"
Archimonde shook his head in disappointment and sighed, "The Highborne, once so powerful, are now such useless trash. Mannoroth, you know the Orcs very well. Do you really think the Orcs can defeat the Night Elf race?"
Pit Lord Mannoroth of the Abyss quickly replied, "Orcs are powerful and rely on close combat and a little Shaman magic in battle. If they fight on the plains, the Orcs will surely win; if they fight in the forest, then the Night Elves will surely win."
Archimonde's face hardened, his expression displeased. The Orcs were weaker than he had imagined. He asked again:
"The Burning Legion's main enemy is the Scourge. I plan to send the Orcs to deal with the Night Elves, and ideally, wipe out the Night Elf race. Do you have any good suggestions?"
Mannoroth and Varimathras exchanged glances. Why send Orcs when a small number of the Legion soldiers could easily wipe out the Night Elves?
They didn't understand Archimonde's concerns, but dared not ask, so they could only rack their brains to come up with a solution.
Varimathras, cunning and treacherous, quickly devised a plan:
"Great Archimonde, the Orcs are not strong enough, but Azeroth has many other savage and violent races, such as the backward and ignorant Trolls who are scattered all over the land. There are 300,000 Darkspear Trolls living on Kalimdor and the Echo Isles, and even more Tauren and Centaurs in Mulgore. If we can just bewitch these three races to serve our Legion, and add the Orcs to the mix, the Night Elf race will surely be wiped out."
"A good idea." Archimonde was pleased with his suggestion. Exploiting the civil war among the natives was one of the Burning Legion's winning strategies. "Varimathras, you are responsible for instigating these three races. Mannoroth, you will now lead the Orcs. If their fighting strength is insufficient, let Orcs drink your blood. Don't cherish these beasts."
Varimathras and Mannoroth departed, Archimonde secretly rejoiced: Queen Azshara must care deeply for her people; if the Night Elf race were to face annihilation, she would surely appear.
Archimonde harbored doubts about Queen Azshara's return and needed a definitive answer.
Lordaeron.
The Scourge gradually withdrew, and although Robbie temporarily forced Archimonde back with his Old Gods Transformation, the Defiler's immense power cast a shadow over everyone's hearts.
Intelligence Dalaran, Archimonde used Dalaran Mages to build Portals, allowing more and more Burning Legion soldiers to enter Azeroth, forming a truly massive Legion.
The Scourge has an overwhelming numerical advantage, but Scourge soldiers are no match for the Legion's Demons.
"Antonidas, look at what you've done! You've brought destruction upon Azeroth with your own hands!" Kel'Thuzad was in despair and could only blame his former colleagues.
Arthas frowned, blaming himself, "It's my fault. If I had made up my mind sooner, disregarding the friendship between human kingdoms, and ruthlessly conquered Dalaran, Archimonde wouldn't have come."
Robbie, brimming with confidence and self-assurance, laughed and said, "It's not time to despair yet. There's an old saying in my hometown: if you have a thorough understanding of both your own and the enemy's situation, you're bound to win the battle. Tell me, what advantages does our Scourge have?"
Kel'Thuzad quickly replied, "The Scourge can easily replenish its forces; all it takes is enough corpses to build a large army."
Arthas added, "The Scourge can disregard logistical support, which is probably our only advantage. The Burning Legion is powerful, but they need Fel energy. If the battle drags on, we might still have a chance of victory."
Robbie shook his head and said seriously, "You don't realize the greatest advantage of the Undead. Rotting flesh and dried bones can't really be considered life. In a sense, the Undead are actually magical creations, born from the Power of Death and living by the Power of Death."