During the day, when the Night Elf race are resting, Ashenvale is quiet.
Meanwhile, in Darnassus, Cenarius held a grand banquet to welcome Eitrigg.
"Eitrigg, this is a specialty of Darnassus, the fruit of the World Tree. In Darnassus, only the highest-ranking nobles are entitled to enjoy it."
One by one, fruits resembling watermelons were brought out, fresh and juicy. Cenarius warmly entertained Eitrigg, with Darnassus nobles accompanying them, and Elf maidens singing and dancing, creating a lively and joyous scene.
Eitrigg cheerfully cleaved the fruit of the World Tree with his bare hands, devouring the delicious flesh, and chatted amiably with Cenarius. Eitrigg only spoke of the friendship between the two races, avoiding any mention of negotiations.
Grom Hellscream knew that a sneak attack was the key, the Warsong Clan's only chance to win. If the sneak attack failed, the Night Elves of Ashenvale would unite, and the Orcs would be no match for them.
Grommash Hellscream was extremely greedy. He divided his less than 10,000 Warsong Clan into fifty squads, which attacked fifty Night Elf villages, mainly by setting fires.
Grommash Hellscream personally led the main force in a surprise attack on Astranaar. He believed that after this battle, the Night Elves of Ashenvale would suffer heavy losses, their morale would be low, and without a leader, they would inevitably fall into chaos.
Then Eitrigg extended an olive branch and negotiated peace with the Night Elves, allowing the Warsong Clan to gradually devour the entire Ashenvale and slaughter all the Night Elves.
Taking advantage of the daytime, Grommash Hellscream led his main force through infiltration and flanking maneuvers, quietly advancing towards Ashenvale and gradually approaching Astranaar, where there was no defense and only a few Sentinels were lazily leaning against the wall, dozing off.
"Charge them all, burn them all, loot everything here! The insignificant Night Elf race deserve only to become Orcs rations!"
The Warsong Clan roared, and their soldiers, torches in one hand and axes in the other, charged toward the unprepared Astranaar. They first set fire to everything, setting all the houses ablaze. The sleeping Night Elves were awakened and, as soon as they ran out of their houses, were slaughtered by the Orcs.
Grom Hellscream the Charge, hacking and slashing at the Night Elves, laughing heartily. Countless Night Elves fell to the ground, and the Orcs gathered their Night Elf, piling them together in preparation for skinning and butchering them.
Ashenvale was attacked, suffering heavy casualties. The news reached Darnassus, and the guards of the Temple of the Moon were shocked. They first entered the Temple of the Moon, but could not find Tyrande.
Having no other option, the guards went to the banquet to look for Cenarius.
Cenarius's guards stopped the messenger and Pride asked, "Soldier, Cenarius is entertaining distinguished guests. We can discuss this later."
The guard hurriedly said, "Something terrible has happened! The Orcs have launched a surprise attack on Ashenvale, Astranaar is ablaze, and countless of our people have been slaughtered. It's too horrific! I must see Lord Cenarius!"
The guard glared at him and reprimanded, "These are merely the deaths and injuries of some of our own people, insignificant casualties. They have no right to disturb the great and noble Cenarius. Now, step back!"
The guard cried out in alarm, "No! Our people are being slaughtered! We need Cenarius's help!"
The guard roared arrogantly, "The great Cenarius to the safety of Azeroth, and you dare to disturb him over such a trivial matter? Get out of here!"
The guard was so anxious he was almost in tears. He shook his head helplessly and could only leave.
Cenarius's guards were puzzled. Ashenvale was some distance from Darnassus, Night Elves ' communication speed was not fast, so why had the message arrived so quickly?
The guard, unable to understand the reasoning, shook his head and returned to Cenarius's side to serve him.
"What happened?" Cenarius asked, displeased, after hearing the noise at the door.
The guard whispered in Cenarius's ear, "It's nothing serious, just that Ashenvale was attacked by Orcs, many Night Elves died, and Astranaar was burned down."
Cenarius nodded and said coldly, "I understand. The most important thing now is to form an alliance with the Orcs. This is a divine decree from Elune. All other matters can be put aside."
An Orcs Sentinels whispered a report from Ashenvale into Eitrigg's ear.
Eitrigg nodded in satisfaction, a look of compassion on his face. "Azeroth is filled with Evil, and we Orcs Consecration everything. Come, let's drink to the peace of Azeroth."
The Warsong Clan achieved a resounding victory; the Night Elves of Astranaar were all slaughtered, Grom Hellscream a triumphant roar to the heavens.
"The weak Night Elf race are even more vulnerable Draenei. Azeroth will soon be mine, and all races, including Thrall, will die."
Just as Grommash Hellscream feeling smug, the surrounding scenery changed. Everything around him lost its color and quickly turned into black and white, a hazy gray like smoke and mist, until finally everything disappeared.
Grom Hellscream, ecstatic, was dumbfounded. He found his party in a clearing in the woods, and the so-called Night Elves he had killed were all just large rocks.
Inside the dense forest, the gloomy-faced Night Elves completely surrounded the Warsong Clan.
Everything that just happened was an illusion, the very kind of magic that Orcs hate the most.
Alaina Shining Star raised her hand and said coldly, "Release the arrows."
Countless arrows rained down from the sky, riddling the Warsong Clan's main force of three thousand Orcs with bullets.
Only Grom Hellscream survived. He quickly discarded the fearsome Gorehowl, prostrated himself on the ground, and humbly surrendered to the Night Elves.
In this battle, the Warsong Clan suffered heavy losses, and all the Orcs who raided the Night Elf village were ambushed, with over three thousand Orcs becoming Night Elf prisoners.
Darnassus was still filled with laughter and merriment. Eitrigg calculated the time, estimating that Grommash Hellscream's sneak attack had succeeded, before proposing an alliance between the Orcs and Night Elves.
"Grom Hellscream for the peace of Azeroth; he was a great hero. The Warsong Clan Consecration everything to Azeroth and deserves their own land. Ashenvale is very close to Orgrimmar; for the sake of peace between the Orcs and Night Elves, this land is given to the Warsong Clan. This is the premise of the alliance between the two races."
Cenarius, focused solely on fulfilling the oracle entrusted to him by the Moon Goddess, remained nonchalant. "It's alright. As long as the Orcs and Night Elves form an alliance, everything will be fine. You can hand over the reins to Tyrande. For the sake of Azeroth, Ashenvale can be given to the Orcs."
"No need!" Eitrigg grinned, "Grom Hellscream has already taken Ashenvale. Although some Night Elves were inevitably killed in the process, it's a worthwhile sacrifice for the sake of Azeroth."
Cenarius scoffed, chuckling, "Excellent! The cooperation between the Night Elves and Orcs will surely win the favor of Elune, Azeroth will usher in a new era."
The banquet quickly reached its climax. Cenarius and Eitrigg toasted each other, raising their glasses in celebration of their future cooperation. As the sun set, Eitrigg became quite drunk, and only then did the true battle report from Ashenvale reach Darnassus.