"The Troggs are finished."
Standing atop the city wall, Test Platform 335 gazed upon the countless Pandaren on the horizon and knew that Rag City was doomed to fall.
Rag City was, after all, just an isolated city, not a vast kingdom. It lacked supplies from the rear, a sound industrial system, and even factories to produce guns and ammunition.
Once the ammunition is exhausted, it immediately reverts to the original state.
Test Platform 335 had considered many possible failures, but never imagined that, as an enemy of Azeroth, he would be forced to accept this humiliating defeat.
He knew his own heart perfectly well; he had no intention of saving the world, but only wanted to settle a personal score with Thrall.
Regardless of his motives, his actions were indeed saving Azeroth and stopping the Orcs and the Burning Legion from advancing. If he had won, he would have truly changed history, ending the confrontation between the Alliance and the Horde and leading Azeroth from war to peace.
Unfortunately, Savior isn't easy. Powerful enemies aren't scary; what's scary is internal strife. The Orcs have always been able to unite the various races of Azeroth and defeat the enemies who try to stop them from destroying the world.
Test Subject 335 gazed at the distant Night Elf race, still unable to understand why they had launched Night Elf attack.
The Troggs and civilians within the city had already entered the tunnels and escaped through the spiderweb-like tunnels. Not far from the Rag City, a secret dock was being built, with several boats prepared for the Troggs and civilians to use for their escape.
He was the King of the Troggs and had to consider the well-being of his people.
The entire Rag City was left with 50,000 soldiers, a small Centaur Legion, and tens of thousands of civilians who refused to leave.
A glorious civilization came to an end, and how tragic it would be if it lacked martyrs. Many ambitious Troggs were unwilling to accept this and vowed to live and die with the city.
Test Platform 335 stood on the high command platform, his eyes wide open, ready to witness the destruction of his kingdom.
Countless Pandaren shouted slogans, followed by Tauren wielding weapons, and further away, Orcs overseeing the battle. Anyone who was cowardly and tried to retreat was mercilessly slaughtered by the Orcs.
"For Azeroth, destroy the Evil Troggs."
Many Pandaren still haven't grasped the situation and are shouting slogans with great enthusiasm.
"A bunch of ignorant idiots."
Enraged, Test Platform 335 unleashed a torrent of curses as the Troggs Warriors marched out of the city gates in orderly formation to meet the enemy from all sides.
After the first round of gunfire, thousands of Pandaren fell to the ground.
The Pandaren paused slightly, and his chanting abruptly stopped.
They hadn't expected war to be so brutal. Unarmed, they faced slaughter from Troggs. Panic and fear made them stagger and consider retreating.
However, having already been driven into the Battlefield, they had no other choice. The Tauren charged Charge, and the Pandaren were forced to move into the range of the Troggs' fire.
Flesh and blood could not ultimately withstand firearms. The Troggs methodically loaded and fired, and row after row of Pandaren fell, the ground flowing with blood, and countless wounded Pandaren wailed in agony.
The morale of the civilians could not compare with that of the Warriors. Faced with this terrible massacre, the Pandaren were afraid and timid. They covered their heads with their hands and knelt on the ground, trembling. Unfortunately, what they were met with was the merciless trampling of the Tauren followed.
Many Pandaren fled frantically, barely managing to break through the Tauren blockade. What awaited them next was the slaughter by the Orcs. In less than half a day, 100,000 Pandaren and 40,000 Tauren lay dead on the ground.
When the news reached the rear, the remaining Pandaren finally realized that they were merely cannon fodder.
"This is not war, this is massacre," Pandaren protested to the Orcs.
In front of a large group of Pandaren, the Orcs officers skinned the protesting Pandaren alive. The Pandaren were horrified, realizing that the so-called kind Orcs were actually a group of ferocious beasts.
The Orcs officer devoured the raw flesh of the Pandaren, laughing loudly:
"Foolish Pandaren, you are nothing but a bunch of lowly beasts, mere rations for our Orcs army. You are of no use except to consume the Troggs' bullets. You have no dignity. Dying on the Battlefield and contributing your flesh and blood to us Orcs is the best end for you. Don't resist. You are all cowards and fools."
Exhausted and hungry Pandaren were powerless to resist. By the afternoon, another 100,000 Pandaren were coerced and driven to the Battlefield. This time, the high-spirited slogans were gone, leaving only countless cries.
The Troggs, once again in neat rows, slaughtered the Pandaren and Tauren who came to their deaths.
Faced with this predictable massacre, Test Subject 335 couldn't bear to watch any longer. He wanted to order a halt to the attack; since defeat was inevitable anyway, he figured he might as well let the Orcs win, at least that would reduce casualties.
"There's no point in you doing this!"
Robbie appeared beside Test Subject 335, now in the form of Night Elf, and noticed Test Subject 335's hesitation:
"The deaths of 500,000 Pandaren are inevitable. Even if you spare them, the Orcs will turn them into Tough Jerky or use them as cannon fodder to conquer more cities."
Robbie showed a hint of reluctance, but still said helplessly:
"This is the competition for survival, the law of racial elimination. The ignorant will inevitably pay the price and be forced to exit the stage of history, whether it is the Pandaren or the Night Elf race."
"The Battle of Mount Hyjal is about to begin," Test Subject 335 said abruptly.
Robbie paused slightly, then nodded almost imperceptibly. "This is history that cannot be changed."
Test Subject 335 turned around, stared at Robbie, and smiled, "You're just like me, aren't you? We're both people who want to change history. My failure is already destined. Now it's time to see your performance."
The war lasted all day, with countless Pandaren and Tauren dying. The Battlefield was covered in a muddy mess of flesh and blood, with severed limbs strewn everywhere. Even the brave Troggs Warriors were pale, their trembling hands gradually unable to lift their muskets.
As night fell, the war continued. Another 100,000 Pandaren and 40,000 Tauren were driven to the Battlefield. Test Subject 335 dispatched its last reserve force, and even the remaining civilians went to the Battlefield.
The Orcs' overwhelming numbers ultimately prevailed. Troggs cavemen, exhausted from fighting all day, saw many of Troggs formations broken up by the Tauren, with only a few Troggs to escape underground.
Finally, the Pandaren stormed to the foot of the walls of Rag City, their corpses piled high like mountains. The Tauren climbed the walls, stepping over the stacked bodies. In the distance, the sound of war drums could be heard as the Night Elf race joined the battle.
The ensuing battle was pointless; with the fall of all four city gates, the Night Elf army marched into Rag City.
Test Subject 335 personally set the command platform ablaze, gazing at the city destined to be forgotten amidst the raging flames.
The Night Elves stormed into Rag City. The Troggs' last resistance was merely a battle for honor. Valstann's Fandral Staghelm hated his defeat, and he personally charged to the front, slaughtering the pitiful Troggs civilians.
The battle lasted for most of the night, ending only when the last Troggs was killed.
Aside from overseeing the battle from the outside, the Orcs never participated in the fighting.
An Orcs ran to Thrall and reported on the situation at the front:
"The great Savior, the Night Elf, is exhausted."