But upon reflection, Thrall felt relieved.
The Dragonblood Orcs were so powerful that even if they stood still and endured the rain of javelins from the Darkspear Tribe, they would hardly be harmed in the slightest.
The cliffs of Tidal Bay are steep, difficult for even monkeys to climb, but the powerful Dragonblood Orcs can reach the top in just a few strides.
If Sen'jin were to set up an ambush here, he would only bring shame upon Thrall and provide Thrall with an excuse to exterminate the Darkspear Tribe.
Thrall chuckled and shook his head, feeling that his worries were completely unnecessary.
Unless Tide Lord Feralas, is still alive, the Dragonblood Orcs, with their incredibly strong bodies, dense, steel-like muscles, and heavy armor, would easily sink and drown in the water.
"Feralas has gone mad and is not far from death."
Thrall felt he should trust the Burning Legion's intelligence capabilities. "According to reliable sources, the Kul Tiras navy has not taken any action, and no one in the Echo Isles can threaten the Dragonblood Orcs."
Just as Thrall was relieved, Tidal Bay was suddenly shrouded in fog, so thick that one could not see their own hand in front of their face.
Thrall was startled, feeling the flagship shake violently. The once calm sea surface boiled like water, and a Thunder roar came from beneath the water.
"Foolish Orcs, Tidal Bay is your burial ground."
Feralas, the Tide Lord Thrall, was pale and dumbfounded.
A massive tidal wave, hundreds of meters high, crashed down on the fleet. Troop Transport Ship of all sizes tumbled and rolled in the waves. It must be said that the Burning Legion's ships were of excellent quality, remaining undamaged under this fierce tidal attack.
However, it's unknown how many Dragonblood Orcs fell into the sea.
"Hold on, hold on, grab the deck, don't fall."
Thrall loudly relayed the order, knowing there was no other way; it was merely an instinctive act of resistance.
Lost in the fog, the Orcs were like headless flies. Their only hope was that the Troop Transport Ship was sturdy enough. After the first tidal wave attack, the remaining Orcs grabbed onto something fixed on the ship.
The Dragonblood Orcs were incredibly strong, their arms powerful and muscular. Even as the Troop Transport Ship churned in the giant waves, they clung to it tightly, refusing to let go even in the face of death.
Boom!
A deafening explosion came from the seabed, and a huge whirlpool appeared in the Tidal Bay, pulling all the Troop Transport Ships uncontrollably toward the center of the whirlpool.
It's over. Thrall closed his eyes, his heart filled with despair. He knew that the 100,000 Dragonblood Orcs would surely perish at the bottom of the sea.
Robbie stood atop a high cliff, looking down at the ambush.
Thrall, the Savior of Azeroth, the chosen one.
The fact that the Dragonblood Orcs do not appear in historical records proves that someone deliberately erased this part of the story, but Thrall definitely did not die in this naval battle.
Sure enough, just as the Maelstrom was engulfing the Troop Transport Ships and the army of 100,000 was about to be annihilated, an oval-shaped Portal appeared in the sky, and a delicate purple leather boot emerged from the Portal.
This was a young human woman with flowing blonde hair; it was Jaina. Jaina's almond-shaped eyes widened, and through the mist, she saw the pitiful Dragonblood Orcs, a look of amusement on her face.
"Thrall is such an idiot, falling for such a simple trick. Is his brain all muscle?"
"Jaina, you must have reverence. Never forget, the Orcs are the Saviors of Azeroth."
A cold voice came from behind Jaina, hidden in the shadows, but it did not escape Robbie's Eye of C'Thun. It was a graceful and noble woman, dressed in a magnificent purple robe, the Guardian Aegwynn.
"Fine, fine, destruction is salvation. When only Orcs remain on Azeroth, a new civilization will emerge." Jaina's tone was extremely impatient. "The Savior is about to die, how are we supposed to help him?"
"The Dragonblood Orcs are the culmination of ten thousand years of effort by the four Dragonflights, and their loss is unacceptable. Of course, we are not babysitters; Thrall's own efforts are needed for salvation. You simply need to help him dispel the mist."
Jaina pouted and reluctantly began casting the spell.
An unseen breeze swept by, and the mist that shrouded Tidal Bay quickly condensed, turning into tiny water droplets that fell from the sky. Almost instantly, the mist vanished.
The colossal figure of the Tide Lord appeared on the sea. Feralas, wielding a harpoon, looked at the small human woman in the sky and asked in confusion, "A human mage? The Orcs have destroyed several human empires and devoured countless humans. Why are you helping them? What is the reason?"
"The mysteries within are beyond the comprehension of a mere Murloc," Jaina said Pride.
Unexpected, utterly unexpected! A human mage has actually made a move! Tide Lord Feralas, rolled his eyes, shrank his neck, and plunged into the sea, quickly disappearing without a trace.
Jaina was very surprised, as her power was not yet fully developed and she was no match for the Tide Lord.
"A cunning Murloc," Aegwynn said calmly. "I've long suspected this is a conspiracy, but unfortunately, I haven't found any trace of the Tide Lord these past few days. I've already left a beacon on it; it can't escape now."
"Should we kill it?" Jaina asked, blinking her beautiful eyes.
Aegwynn said fiercely, "Feralas has ruined our plans. If we leave it alive, it will cause many powerful beings in Azeroth to look down on the Orcs. We must let them know that whoever dares to provoke the Orcs will be reminded of the Tide Lord Thrall. We'll leave this to Thrall and go after this Murloc who dared to offend the Orcs."
With the Guardian personally taking action, it seems that Tide Lord Feralas, is doomed. Robbie has no intention of saving this cruel Murloc; all that's needed is to stall for a few more days, and the Scourge's 50,000-strong mage force will soon be complete.
Tidal Bay was in ruins, with numerous ships capsized and countless Dragonblood Orcs falling into the water. Thrall was furious, his eyes blazing with rage, and he quickly directed the survivors to clean up the mess and rescue the Orcs who had fallen into the water.
After everything calmed down, a preliminary estimate showed that approximately 30,000 Dragonblood Orcs had been lost, and more importantly, countless suits of armor and weapons, as well as a large amount of food, were also lost.
Thrall came to accept the surrender of the Darkspear Tribe, carrying only a few dozen days' worth of rations, almost all of which were lost at sea.
"Sen'jin, you're finished. You and your Darkspear Tribe will become history." Thrall swore fiercely, leaving some Dragonblood Orcs to repair the damaged ships, Thrall led the main force to Echo Isles.
However, to Thrall's surprise, Echo Isles was deserted, and not a single Troll could be seen in any of the villages.
Thrall entered Sen'jin's Royal Palace. The furnishings were all there, but unfortunately there wasn't a single Troll or any food.
Strong walls and clear fields.
Sen'jin was a cunning Troll chieftain. He couldn't have predicted that the Tide Lord would definitely win, so he left himself a backup plan. The Echo Isles had countless islands, large and small. The Darkspear Tribe had broken up into smaller groups, hiding in swamps, caves, or deserted islands. By the time the Orcs found them, they would probably have already starved to death.
This tactic is very effective against Orcs can only maintain their fighting strength by eating meat. Every time they conquer a piece of land, they must devour all the local inhabitants in order to continue fighting.
Thrall realized he had met a seasoned opponent, and his rations would only last a few days. He had to think of a plan. Thrall picked up the map and looked toward the Broken Isles.