The gentle sea breeze dispersed the morning mist, and the Battlefield, shrouded in smoke, bore the indelible scars of war.
The Orcs, who hadn't shown up last night, sent out a large contingent of soldiers to collect the mountain of Tauren corpses. Proficiency skinned and Eviscerate, turning them into beef jerky, a top-quality military ration for the Orcs.
Unable to capture Rag City, the allied forces ultimately failed, and all the soldiers felt heavy-hearted.
The next morning, Garrosh, looking grim, convened a post-battle debriefing meeting to discuss the next operational plan.
As the commander of the coalition forces, Garrosh bore immense pressure, and the coalition's defeat made him feel utterly humiliated.
The Night Elf elves had retreated in Liuliu after the previous night's battle. Valstann Fandral Staghelm, feeling ashamed, did not appear at the meeting, but instead sent his deputy, a female Druid named Fiona.
The human Legions of Theramore never engaged the Troggs, yet they considered themselves the victors, greatly infuriating Son of the Earth Lie'en Bloodhoof.
Even the Night Elf race have failed, is there any hope left for this world?
Vol'jin wore an exaggerated expression, heartbroken and pounding his chest, exclaiming, "The Evil Troggs are carrying out a sinister plan! Their goal is to destroy Azeroth! Our defeat is a painful lesson. If we fail again, Azeroth will be in danger!"
Garrosh surveyed the crowd, clenched his fists, and wore an expression of Justice:
"Chieftain Vol'jin is right. Azeroth faces a life-or-death crisis. My fellow warriors, you all care about the safety of Azeroth. We must learn from our failures and draw lessons from them."
Rhen Bloodhoof shook his head, displaying his sharp horns with a smug look on his face. The defeat in this war was definitely not his fault.
The human commander, the nobleman Badalack, was only concerned with pleasing the Orcs and couldn't say anything.
Vol'jin glared coldly. The Trolls had always been jealous of the Night Elves, and now was the perfect time to suppress them. He coldly questioned Fiona, the Night Elf representative. "The battle hasn't even officially begun. The Night Elf race retreated the moment they made contact with the Troggs, showing cowardice and weakness. The Night Elves should bear full responsibility for the defeat in this war."
Rhen Bloodhoof nodded in agreement, proudly stating, "We Tauren paid the price of thirty thousand warriors, and what have you Night Elves done?"
Fiona was no pushover either. Her long ears perked up, and she raised her head to glare at Vol'jin: "Our Night Elf race retreated because there was a traitor within the allied forces."
"Traitor? What do you mean by that?" Vol'jin sensed that the visitor had ill intentions.
Fiona stood up, her bright eyes sweeping across the faces of the crowd. "The Druid magic taught to us by the Emissary is known to only a handful of people in its true form. Everyone must have witnessed what happened last night; the Troggs clearly made preparations in advance. What does this mean? It means that some of us have leaked information to the Troggs."
Fiona's words sparked whispers among the crowd. The Troggs's actions last night clearly showed they were familiar with the Night Elves ' plans, which explained their response.
The nobleman's son Badalack, whispered a reminder: "Perhaps it was one of the Druids who tipped us off?"
Fiona glared at him fiercely, so frightening that Badalack almost collapsed under the table. Fiona's face was ashen.
"You think we didn't think of that? After the battle started, even I didn't understand the purpose of the spells taught by the Emissary. I just followed orders and cast spells with everyone else, but the Troggs knew everything."
Then, Fiona stared intently at Vol'jin: "The only ones who know about this are the great Emissary, Chief Priest Tyrande, leader of the Allied Forces Garrosh, Queen Doras, and that filthy Troll, Vol'jin. Tell me, who is the most likely informant?"
"Nonsense, utter nonsense! You're slandering me!" Vol'jin was furious and nearly engaged Fiona in a duel.
Seeing the situation about to spiral out of control, Garrosh quickly stepped in to smooth things over. "Alright, I trust Vol'jin's character. Azeroth has all sorts of mysterious magic; perhaps a scout overheard it by accident. We're all fighting to save Azeroth; let's not let this ruin our harmony."
Fiona gritted her teeth and said fiercely, "More than a thousand of our brothers and sisters have fallen on the Battlefield. The Night Elf race will never forget this debt. The Night Elf race refuse to fight until the traitor is found."
Garrosh nearly fainted upon hearing this. The Night Elf elves were so arrogant and overconfident; why were they so fixated on them?
Seeing that things were not going well for the Orcs, Badalack quickly changed the subject. "I think the most important issue is how to break the Troggs's tunnel tactics."
Garrosh looked at Fiona and suggested, "The Troggs's tunneling tactics are pointless; simple magic can solve the problem."
Fiona snorted and shook her head, "Druid spells have limited shielding capabilities and cannot mobilize elements on a large scale."
Everyone knew that the Troggs' tunnels were extremely complex, and that ordinary tactics such as flooding and smoking were useless against Troggs, except for powerful magic.
Garrosh was at a loss, and everyone's spirits were low, with an atmosphere of despair and defeat permeating the air. Only Rhen Bloodhoof continued to boast about his achievements, with a smug expression on his face.
Just when everyone was at a loss, Queen Doras walked into the meeting room.
Although Doras was the richest woman in Kalimdor, she was not a military officer and was not qualified to attend such a meeting. However, the people present were either afraid of her or had something on them, so they dared not voice their opposition.
"Taking Rag City won't be difficult at all. Last night, someone demonstrated how to defeat the Troggs." Doras came up behind Rhen Bloodhoof, bit off his right ear, and chewed it.
Rhen Bloodhoof grimaced in pain, tears streaming down his face, but he dared not resist.
Garrosh and Vol'jin looked at Doras with curiosity. Doras calmly swallowed the cow's ear. "I have received accurate intelligence. Over the past few years, Lagrange has ordered a total of 100,000 Dwarf muskets and 20 million rounds of ammunition from Ironforge. Now that Rag City is completely surrounded, they cannot resupply their ammunition."
What was the significance of this intelligence? Garrosh was baffled, Vol'jin understood its meaning and fear appeared in his eyes.
Doras revealed a cruel expression. "Last night, everyone saw how brave the Tauren Warriors were. Even when severely wounded, Charge recklessly. It took twenty to thirty bullets to kill a single Tauren."
Garrosh counted on his fingers. "That means if we have 700,000 Tauren, we'll win."
Rhen Bloodhoof turned pale with fright. All the Tauren in Mulgore combined couldn't equal that number; this was tantamount to extinction of the Mulgore Tauren.
With a thud, Rhen Bloodhoof knelt on the ground, pleading, "Queen Doras, please show mercy, for the sake of the Tauren's loyal service to you."
Doras kicked him to the ground, cursing, "You cowardly wretch! Azeroth is facing destruction, and you still care about the lives of your people? How foolish and ignorant!"
Of course, the Tauren of Mulgore are considered Doras's private property, and she wouldn't send all the Tauren to their deaths.
"Mulgore will send another 100,000 Tauren," Doras said in an uncompromising tone.