Orgrimmar returned to normal, Thrall awoke as if from a nightmare. He clearly remembered dying beneath the waves, his soul leaving his body, and seeing countless souls rushing towards him.
Those were the Restless Souls of the fallen warriors of Azeroth, their faces contorted in a ferocious grimace, baring their fangs and claws, attempting to tear Thrall's soul apart. Had it not been for the Orcs soul hidden within him protecting him, he would likely have been ripped to shreds long ago.
"Damn Kul Tiras!" Thrall roared in fury, "Kill them all!"
Time reversed, and the annihilated Orcs were resurrected. Daelin and her generals were stunned. For humans, the unknown is the most terrifying thing; they had no idea what had happened.
Robbie waved his hand dismissively and said:
"It was the Bronze Dragonflight Nozdormu who used the last Titans Relic. Nozdormu consumed a large amount of the Dragon Aspects' power and could no longer reverse time."
Once the explanation was given, the group was less afraid. Daelin nodded gratefully to Robbie and asked Lord Stormsong, "Can the Tidal Curse be cast again?"
Lord Stormsong nodded, his anger palpable. "The ocean's hatred has not diminished in the slightest. The involvement of the Titans will only intensify its fury."
"Alright, then let's flood Orgrimmar again." Daelin said Steadfast, "For the sake of Azeroth, the Orcs must be eradicated."
Just then, countless beams of light flashed and disappeared; the Water Elemental army had arrived.
The ocean is Neptulon's home ground. On the sea, his body stands three hundred meters tall, like a towering peak. The vast blue expanse of the sea is home to the Water Elemental Legion.
Daelin immediately became cautious, and said somewhat dejectedly, "No wonder the ancient Zandalari Empire dares not resist the Orcs; it turns out even the Elemental Lords are helping Orcs."
Lord Stormsong's resolute face hardened with a fierce glint as he roared, "I'll see who's stronger, the wrath of the sea or the water Elemental Lords!"
"No," Daelin shook her head. "Although Neptulon has joined the battle, he may not be of one mind with the Orcs. He may have been forced into it. If we launch an attack rashly and force Neptulon to take action, a major battle will break out, resulting in losses for both sides. Only the Orcs will benefit."
Robbie also agreed with Daelin's opinion:
"Once we launch an attack, it will be a fight to the death. The biggest threat is not making a move. Don't worry, Neptulon isn't stupid; he will never strike first."
Just as Robbie predicted, Neptulon's Water Elemental army stood on the sea, confronting the Kul Tiras navy. Neptulon was full of confidence, believing that his strength was superior, but victory always comes at a price. He wasn't foolish enough to sacrifice his own people for Neptulon Orcs' victory.
Aegwynn arrived beside Neptulon. Before the three-hundred-meter-tall water Elemental Lords, Aegwynn's human form appeared so small, yet her aura was in no way weak, and she roared arrogantly:
"Neptulon, I command you to launch a full-scale attack and destroy Daelin's fleet."
Neptulon said in a deep voice, "Watch your words, Guardian Aegwynn. I am not your servant; the Water Elementals Legion merely your allies."
Aegwynn's eyebrows shot up, and she said sharply, "Neptulon, do you want to destroy Azeroth?"
Neptulon's expression darkened. "Guardian, if you continue to threaten me with this, I will immediately lead my Legion away and see who protects the Orcs. Without the Orcs, no one will care about the destruction of Azeroth."
Aegwynn was seething with hatred, but she knew that Neptulon who could protect Orgrimmar at this moment. Although she was unwilling, she couldn't push him too far.
Looking down at Orgrimmar from his vantage point, Neptulon smirked, his words carrying a hidden meaning. "The teleportation Orcs are the Saviors of Azeroth, so why should I be the one to save Orcs?"
Aegwynn had to soften her tone and say with a calm expression:
"The Orcs will save Azeroth at Mount Hyjal, and in the future. It was destined to happen. Without the Orcs, Azeroth would have been destroyed in the Battle of Mount Hyjal."
"Heh!" Neptulon didn't offer any explanation. As Elemental Lords, he was well aware of what had happened at Mount Hyjal, and Aegwynn's claim was nothing but a low-grade lie.
"A standoff with the Kul Tiras isn't a sustainable solution." Aegwynn's expression was tense. "The Kul Tiras are plotting to destroy the world. Time is running out for the Orcs to save it. We must take action."
Neptulon calmly replied:
"Guardian, please do not worry. The outcome of a war never depends on the balance of power, but on the conspiracy behind the scenes. The curse of the tides exploits the communication between the Tidesages and the will of the ocean. Please give me some time. I am the Water Elemental Lords, and I can persuade the will of the sea to turn against us and help us."
Aegwynn's face lit up with delight. "Excellent, Neptulon. It couldn't be more ironic to let the power of the tides deal with the Kul Tiras."
The Kul Tiras navy slowly retreated, Neptulon's Water Elemental Legion also withdrew to the shore. Lord Stormsong then felt a wave of fear wash over him. After careful consideration, he said to Daelin:
"General, Neptulon is, after all, a water Elemental Lords. I'm afraid the power of the tides is no match for him. If we delay any longer, the situation will only become more unfavorable to us. I urge you to make a decision quickly, General."
Daelin frowned, caught in a dilemma. He was a resourceful and experienced Kul Tiras admiral, but when faced with a super creature like Neptulon, he truly had no way to win.
Robbie said with a measured tone, "Victory in war never depends on the balance of power between the two sides, but more importantly on the conspiracy behind it. Don't worry, I already have a complete plan."
The Water Elemental built an Altar on the shore. Neptulon communicated with the will of the ocean through the Altar. The Tidesages communicated with the fragmented will of the ocean, such as a tide, a current hidden in the deep sea, or even a small wave.
Reconciliation with all the wills of the seas will take a long time, Neptulon is not in a hurry; he knows that time is on his side.
Orgrimmar, Rokhan, and the other three returned to report, which displeased Thrall, but Thrall's mind was clearly not on this and he did not punish the four.
Thrall's advisors are mainly Eitrigg and Vol'jin, with the resourceful Vol'jin being Thrall's greatest asset, and many important decisions are made by Vol'jin.
No one is perfect, Vol'jin knew his wisdom was limited. Long ago, he organized a think tank, which included cunning Trolls, scheming Blood Elves, and calculating Goblins, to help Vol'jin devise strategies and gain a position in Thrall's eyes.
Vol'jin had two Goblins in his brain trust, one of whom was Goblin named Dugar, who was deeply trusted by Vol'jin because of his extensive knowledge and resourcefulness.
All Goblins are greedy, so Robbie sent a cartload of gold coins to Dugar, hoping he would say a few words to Vol'jin.
The situation in Orgrimmar is delicate. The Orcs are barely surviving under the protection of the Bronze Dragonflight and Neptulon, a situation that Thrall is aware of and has been sullen about.
Vol'jin knew that the silent Thrall was a volcano ready to erupt at any moment, and that he had to anticipate Thrall's thoughts and prepare accordingly, otherwise he would inevitably be affected. So he convened his think tank to discuss the matter.
"Vol'jin!" Dugar said with a worried expression, "This is the prelude to a storm; you must make preparations early."