Upon hearing that the Night Elves were exhausted, Thrall suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze flashing with ferocity.
At this moment, the Rag City had completely fallen, and all the Troggs within the city were massacred.
"Attack now! Annihilate every creature within Rag City! Tauren, Pandaren, Night Elves, and my dear brother Garrosh —you will all die!"
Rag City, Valstann Fandral Staghelm, as if possessed, ignored the advice of his subordinates and was determined to find the tunnels of the Troggs and hunt down their Troggs.
Of course, this was impossible; the Troggs's tunnels were too small for the Night Elves to pass through.
Moreover, during the retreat, the Troggs sealed off all entrances, Night Elves expended considerable effort, digging out a lot of soil, but still couldn't find the entrances.
Just then, the deafening sound of war drums rang out from outside the city, and fully armed Orcs surged in like a tidal wave.
Valstann Fandral Staghelm was puzzled. The Troggs had been wiped out, and there were no enemies left in Rag City. Why were the Orcs launching an attack? Had a new enemy appeared?
Because of his trust in the Orcs and his worship of Thrall, the Savior, Valstann missed his only chance.
Upon hearing the Orcs' war drums, Fiona's expression changed drastically. She hurriedly exclaimed, "This is bad! The Orcs must be attacking us! Commander, give the order to engage them immediately!"
Valstann's expression darkened upon hearing this.
"Impossible. Orcs are a noble race, and they value honor above all else. Thrall, the Savior Thrall so noble, the greatest hero in the world. You must have misunderstood. If you are slandering Orcs, don't blame me for being impolite."
Fiona gritted her teeth in anger. "Fandral Staghelm was a great hero, but his son turned out to be an incorrigible fool! Brothers and sisters, prepare to fight!"
After all, Fiona was only Adjutant, and this action was a disobedience to military orders. Valstann angrily said, "I am the commander. Anyone who dares to disobey the orders of a Fandral Staghelm will be punished according to military law."
The Night Elf soldiers looked at each other, unsure of what to do.
After all, a few Night Elves had been active for thousands of years and knew that Valstann was a complete fool and Thrall was a scoundrel. They took the initiative to stand behind Fiona and confront Valstann.
However, wise people are few and far between. Those who stand with Fiona are Druids who have followed her for many years, while most people choose to wait and see.
Valstann was somewhat troubled. Although the Druid force standing behind Fiona numbered less than a thousand, Druids were incredibly valuable among the Night Elf race, and he couldn't possibly court-martial them all.
Just as tensions were running high, a subordinate suddenly came to report that the Anti-Magic Array in Rag City had been destroyed.
Without the Anti-Magic Array, magic could be used. Seeing the Orcs drawing ever closer, Fiona knew that with that fool Valstann around, the Night Elves couldn't mount an effective resistance. She shouted her orders:
"Druids, do not obey this fool's orders; he will get us eaten by the Orcs. Retreat."
The Druids who followed Fiona immediately transformed. Some became white owls, some became strong Gryphon, some became eagles, and some even became crows and sparrows. They all flew into the air, flapping their wings and leaving.
"Fiona, you will pay the price. I will tell my father." Valstann stood below, shouting a warning with resentment.
Seeing thousands of birds take to the air from Rag City, Thrall pounded his chest in anger, cursing, "Everyone says Valstann's Fandral Staghelm is a useless piece of trash, yet he can't even control his own men, letting the Druids escape!"
The Orcs Legion marched into Rag City, quickly seizing all the high ground. Thrall, leading a squad of elite Orcs guards, charged angrily toward the Night Elf army.
When Valstann saw his idol, the great Savior Thrall, his face lit up with joy, and he rushed forward, saying, "My Savior, I have long admired you!"
Thrall grinned menacingly, biting off Valstann's right arm and chewing it greedily.
Valstann froze, watching his forearm disappear into Thrall's gaping maw before a piercing pain shot through him. He turned deathly pale with fright, completely dumbfounded like a wooden statue.
Thrall pointed at Valstann and roared, "Tear him apart, eat his flesh, leave his head, kill every living being in Rag City, leave none alive, don't waste any, turn them all into Tough Jerky!"
Dozens of Orcs rushed over and began tearing at Valstann. The Orcs ate so fast that Valstann could only watch helplessly as his flesh disappeared into their Orcs maws, yet he remained conscious.
"Why is this? I don't understand," Valstann asked in anguish, questioning his idol.
Nearby, a troll Mage used Scrying Gem to record the brutal tearing of Valstann. Thrall replied menacingly, "Fine, I'll let you die knowing why, because I am the great Savior. You Night Elf race colluded with the Troggs to plot the destruction of Azeroth. All Night Elves deserve to die."
Valstann was quickly devoured, leaving only his head, which died with its eyes wide open in disbelief. Thrall ordered his men to place his head in a magnificent wooden box, along with the Scrying Gem, in preparation for sending it to Fandral Staghelm.
Eitrigg, standing nearby, asked in confusion, "Great Savior, won't this anger the Night Elf race? They certainly won't accept Night Elf race and will seek revenge against us."
The Orcs began slaughtering the exhausted Night Elf race. Thrall, witnessing his subordinates' atrocities, gloated:
"Eitrigg, you must understand, no matter what we do, as long as we live in Kalimdor, we will inevitably clash with the Night Elf race. There can only be one Overlord of Kalimdor, and our relationship with the Night Elf race is one of mortal enmity. We might as well treat them cruelly and terrify them, just as we treated the Draenei. Eitrigg, you should know how our ancestors interacted with the Draenei."
Eitrigg immediately understood. He was fairly familiar with the history of the Orcs. In the century-long conflict with the Draenei, the Orcs had always been at a significant disadvantage before consuming Mannoroth, and could be said to be on the verge of being wiped out by the Draenei at any time.
The Orcs chieftains did not back down. They used the Orcs' cruelty and slaughter to successfully frighten the timid Prophet Velen, allowing the Orcs to gradually gain the upper hand and turn the tide in one fell swoop.
The Draenei lacked the resolve to exterminate the Orcs, and were destined to be wiped out by Orcs; this was their inevitable fate.
The exhausted Night Elf Sentinels were powerless to resist and were slaughtered by the Orcs. Thrall spoke with dramatic emphasis:
"There has only ever been the slaughter of the weak by the strong, never revenge from the weak. Tyrande and Malfurion ruled for ten thousand years, yet the Night Elf race still haven't unified the continent. They are all incompetent cowards, terrified by our brutality. As long as this couple is around, the Night Elf race will only grovel before the Orcs, willingly becoming our rations. We Orcs have been able to establish ourselves in Azeroth because of our ferocity and Bloodlust. If we lose this nature and become timid and subservient, we will surely be destroyed."
The Rag City was awash in blood; in addition to the Night Elf race, Tauren and Pandaren were also among those slaughtered.
The Tauren was completely numb and willingly offered his neck for slaughter.
The Pandaren civilians who had barely survived still couldn't believe it was all real.