Test Platform 335 stood atop the city walls of Rag City, gazing at the endless camps outside the city, lost in thought.
After possessing the leader of the Troggs, Emperor Lagrange, he never imagined that one day he would become the common enemy of all the races of Kalimdor.
What's wrong with this world?
On Test Platform 335, the Troggs's head was shaken violently; he couldn't understand how all this was happening.
He held a piece of intelligence in his hand, which detailed the situation of the five armies outside the city.
Robbie delivered the intelligence to Test Platform 335 through the Kul Tiras; intelligence has always played a crucial role in a war.
To the west of Rag City, in a desolate Wilderness, lies the camp of 100,000 Tauren, a chaotic mess.
Speaking of which, Tauren Son of the Earth Lie'en Bloodhoof, and Test Subject 335 were once relatives and had a good relationship. It's unexpected that they would become strangers on the Battlefield and turn against each other.
Although Mulgore has enjoyed favorable weather in recent years, the Tauren have been plagued by years of famine due to Queen Doras's exorbitant taxes. Countless families have been forced to sell their children, leading to a truly miserable situation. Even Cairne Bloodhoof had to send his son to Thrall's dinner table.
The Tauren's rations were provided by Doras, which were already insufficient, and Garrosh embezzled most of them, plunging the entire camp into hunger.
Coupled with a severe shortage of armor and weapons, the 100,000 Tauren, though numerous, were not a significant threat.
To the south of Rag City lies a human Legion from Theramore, numbering less than three thousand, mostly composed of the elderly, the weak, and the disabled.
The leader of the army was a nobleman whose entire family was wiped out by the Orcs during the Second War, leaving him as the sole survivor. Since then, he has been terrified of the Orcs and is even closer to Thrall than to his own father. He is a key figure in the Peace Dove.
Aside from his particular adoration for Thrall, this young nobleman was a complete idiot when it came to military matters. He had no authority in the army, and the human forces in Theramore were merely there to make up the numbers.
Test Subject 335 looked north towards the dense forest near the coastline, where the Night Elves ' camp was located.
With arrows hitting their mark every time, and elite Sentinels wielding powerful Druid magic, this force, though only numbering around ten thousand, Test Subject 335 with a furrowed brow. This was the most troublesome of the five armies for him.
Whether we can win is one question; even if we do, we can't beat them too badly.
Test Subject 335 was not politically idiotic; he understood the Night Elves ' strength and knew he couldn't afford to offend them too much. He had to leave room for negotiation, otherwise Rag City would truly be finished.
"What fairness and Justice? So this is the history of Azeroth. It's disappointing."
Test Platform 335 looked dejected as he walked down from the city wall, preparing for the upcoming war.
As the leader of the allied forces, Garrosh held little real power. The Pride Night Elf race would not listen to him, the Tauren would only obey his orders, and the humans of Theramore were truly insignificant.
"Although the Tauren are numerous, they are really just cannon fodder, walking rations," Vol'jin advised Garrosh. "The Scarlet Lands are barren, with few birds and beasts. The Night Elf race's rations won't last long. We must finish this quickly."
Garrosh agreed wholeheartedly and nodded, devising a plan to launch an attack at night in order to accommodate the main force of the Night Elf race.
Night fell, the Night Elf race's time, and the deafening sound of war drums resounded almost simultaneously from all four sides of Rag City.
To the west, the Tauren launched the first attack. Son of the Earth Lie'en Bloodhoof, wore a suit of golden armor that stood out conspicuously in the moonlight. He personally led the army, driving the large Tauren into battle.
Although Rag City is a tall and easily defensible city, the Orcs possess ten Ancient Divine Turtles. Once a siege begins, the Troggs are bound to be defeated. Test Platform 335 can only send out a large army to attack from all sides and repel the enemy in open battle.
Only fewer than five thousand Troggs and about two thousand Centaurs could withstand the ten thousand Tauren. When the Centaurs roared, Rhen Bloodhoof's eyes were clearly blazing with fire.
"For Azeroth, for the great Savior Thrall, for Earth Mother, for Queen Doras, brave Tauren, Charge!"
Countless Tauren, like a tidal wave, swung their enormous horns and Charge towards the Troggs's camp.
A barrage of gunfire rang out, Tauren fell one after another. In fact, most of the Tauren were too weak from hunger to reach the opposite position, and they collapsed halfway through the Charge due to exhaustion.
This was a one-sided massacre. The blood of the Tauren quickly stained the earth red. After tens of thousands of Tauren fell, the Troggs had to retreat a distance because there were too many Tauren corpses, which seriously obstructed their view.
Despite the countless deaths, Rhen Bloodhoof seemed oblivious, continuing to drive large numbers of Tauren to their deaths.
Garrosh stood atop the airship, bathed in the bright moonlight, surveying the Battlefield from his elevated position. Witnessing the horrific sacrifice of the Tauren, Garrosh wore a mocking expression.
"Everyone says that Son of the Earth Lie'en Bloodhoof, is a talented general and the successor to the next Warchief. But after meeting him tonight, I am greatly disappointed. He is a fool who only knows how to send his people to their deaths."
Vol'jin shook his head. "That's not the case. This is the only method Rhen Bloodhoof can think of. The Tauren are in a difficult situation. Do they have any other options besides sending themselves to their deaths?"
Garrosh looked puzzled and asked, "Is there any point in doing this?"
Vol'jin said cruelly, "The life of a Tauren can be exchanged for dozens of bullets from Troggs. It's a very good deal. There's nothing we can do about it; the Tauren are just too weak."
Being backward invites aggression. Because of their ignorance and backwardness, the Tauren could only use their physical bodies to wear down the enemy's bullets.
Garrosh secretly warned himself, hoping the Orcs would never fall into this predicament, and at the same time, he looked down on the Tauren even more, thinking they were just cannon fodder and walking rations.
To the south, the war drums of the Theramore Legion also roared with deafening force. Before them stood only a battalion of five hundred Troggs. The two sides gazed at each other from a considerable distance, locked in a strange stalemate.
The generals in charge of the humans were shouting orders, but none of these Veteran paid any attention to their exasperated superiors; they just stood there in a daze.
The Troggs must have gotten annoyed. They took a step forward, and the human army instinctively took a step back.
After all, Troggs have short legs, and they can't keep up with the speed of humans.
Garrosh frowned upon seeing this. "What are the soldiers from Theramore doing here? Damn it, are they here to watch a show?"
Vol'jin shrugged. "We didn't count on the humans at all. Now it's up to the Night Elf race."
To the north of Rag City, on the vast land, a total of 20,000 Troggs Warriors and 5,000 Centaur slowly emerged from the city, forming neat square formations, orderly and Order.
Troggs lived year-round in the dark underground, and their eyes were better adapted to the darkness.
Garrosh stared in astonishment at the Troggs army, trying to identify the vanguard, center, rear guard, flank cover, Centaurs in the mobile force, reserves, and so on.
Garrosh's mind went blank after seeing it; the army's meticulous deployment and complex formation were beyond his comprehension.
Looking at Vol'jin beside him, he also showed the same look of surprise.