Garrosh Hellscream was extremely reluctant to set foot on the lands of Northrend.
This was not the outcome Garrosh had hoped for, but unfortunately, King Varian's unexpected declaration of war caught Garrosh off guard.
Driven by necessity and a desire to gain the upper hand, Garrosh, with the support of Doras, was the first to lead his army to land in Northrend, hoping to secure more benefits before the situation spiraled out of control.
Speed is of the essence in war.
With the wealth of Kalimdor's richest man, Doras, he was able to quickly prepare Troop Transport Ship and logistical supplies, enabling Garrosh's army to move so swiftly and decisively.
Garrosh arrived too quickly; Eitrigg was completely unprepared. Eitrigg only received the news after the New Warsong Clan's army approached Tirion Fordring's camp, and he was trembling with fear.
Then, the thunderous sound of war drums echoed outside the camp. Garrosh led his army and stormed in without explanation. Tirion Fordring had no choice but to open the camp gates and go out to greet Garrosh.
Eitrigg was Thrall's man, and Garrosh had nothing to say to him. Not killing him outright was already giving Thrall face; he simply confronted Tirion Fordring directly.
"Tirion Fordring, you're a smart man; you should know why I'm here."
Garrosh grinned, revealing a terrifying smile.
Tirion Fordring glanced at Eitrigg, who remained silent to the side, and quickly put on a fawning smile, "General, you have come to conquer the Lich King Arthas and to save Azeroth."
"Heh, that's right. Everything I've done is to save Azeroth, and I hope to gain enough support. You shouldn't object, right, Tirion Fordring?"
"I am willing to Consecration everything for Azeroth," Tirion Fordring proclaimed.
Garrosh stared at Tirion Fordring and grinned maliciously:
"Very well, we, the New Warsong Clan, have come with sincerity. Though we are starving and freezing, it is all worth it to save Azeroth."
Looking at Garrosh's well-disciplined army and its ample logistical supplies, Tirion Fordring could only sigh inwardly, daring not to say or do anything.
Garrosh ruthlessly looted all the supplies in the camp. By this time Tirion Fordring had already slaughtered over 100,000 Tuskarr, leaving Garrosh not a single piece of flesh or skin.
Besides the flesh and skin of the Tuskarr, they also seized the camp's weapons, supplies, and even the soldiers' armor and winter clothing.
All the tents in the camp were dismantled, the fences were taken down, and the items were loaded onto trucks and transported away.
Tirion Fordring led over ten thousand soldiers, shivering in the cold wind, dressed in only light clothing, as they helplessly watched Garrosh ransack the camp, turning the vast camp into a Liuliu space.
Garrosh was giving Tirion Fordring face by not taking Ashbringer from him.
Tirion Fordring was a competent soldier who did a lot in Northrend, including surveying local customs and traditions, drawing maps, and so on.
All these preparations naturally didn't escape Garrosh's plundering. Garrosh pointed at the map with his thick fingers. "Tirion Fordring, which path do you think I should take?"
Tirion Fordring, shivering in the cold wind, forced a smile:
"The Scourge only controls Icecrown Glacier. If we block the only exit from Icecrown Glacier to Dragonblight and build a strong fortress at that exit, the Scourge Army will be trapped inside. We'll just have to wait for the Alliance and Horde reinforcements to arrive, gradually eroding the Scourge Army's territory and shrinking their living space. Victory will be achieved quickly."
Garrosh stared at Tirion Fordring in surprise. "You're quite well-prepared. Isn't Arthas your Prince? Why do you hate him so much?"
Tirion Fordring hurriedly replied, "Humans are despicable and shameless; only Orcs are a Shang Chun race, the great Saviors of Azeroth."
Garrosh laughed heartily, patted Tirion Fordring on the shoulder, and said, "Someone, prepare a set of clothes for this Orcs's good dog."
Tirion Fordring was extremely grateful. An Orcs soldier brought him a set of warm clothes, but Tirion Fordring examined them carefully. The clothes had been soaked in cold water and would not keep him warm at all.
Garrosh watched intently. Tirion Fordring had no choice but to grit his teeth and put on the clothes, his lips turning purple from the cold, as if he had lost all feeling. Garrosh laughed heartily.
"Tirion Fordring, with your ability to bend and stretch, is destined for great things. You should thank me for my encouragement today; it will greatly help your growth. The cold keeps the mind clear. I'm going to attack the Nexus of the Blue Dragonflight, and I hope you can offer some reasonable advice."
"Attack the Nexus?" Tirion Fordring was stunned.
Garrosh said coldly:
"Do you think I'm a foolish Tuskarr? I know my own limitations. I have no chance against Arthas. The Nexus has amassed countless Wealth that I can plunder, and I can also enjoy delicious Blue Dragonflight meat. I've heard that the Blue Dragonflight have just suffered a defeat in their war against the Red Dragonflight. Isn't this the perfect opportunity?"
The Orcs' war meant plunder and destruction. Garrosh and Thrall were rivals, and the Dragonkin supported Thrall. The wealthy Blue Dragonflight became Garrosh's targets for plunder.
Tirion Fordring then realized that the so-called campaign against the Lich King Arthas was, in Garrosh's eyes, merely an excuse and a joke. To save his life, he reluctantly replied:
"General, we need the support of mages to fight the Blue Dragonflight. Dalaran is currently in Northrend, Dalaran Mages are nothing more than sheep to be slaughtered by the Orcs. If we can control Dalaran use it to attack the Blue Dragonflight, our chances of victory will be extremely high."
Garrosh was overjoyed upon hearing this. "Haha, Tirion Fordring, you certainly haven't disappointed me."
Then, Garrosh kicked Tirion Fordring to the ground, grinned as he broke several of his ribs, and led the New Warsong Corps away triumphantly.
Eitrigg helped Tirion Fordring sit up and aided him in healing his injuries with the help of the Holy Light.
Tirion Fordring smiled wryly. "Is this how the Horde fights the Scourge?"
Eitrigg reassured him, "Don't worry, Garrosh is insignificant. You know he's Thrall's enemy, and the true Horde army is determined to destroy the Scourge."
Tirion Fordring called for help from the nearby Wyrmrest Temple. When the Red Dragonflight arrived, they found Tirion Fordring and his army huddled together inside a cave, huddled for warmth, their bodies covered in a layer of silvery ice flowers, a truly beautiful sight.
Thanks to the Red Dragonflight's aid, this army did not freeze or starve to death.
Tirion Fordring then took this opportunity to reorganize the Argent Dawn and renamed it the Argent Crusade in honor of the silver ice flowers in the ice cave.
A few days later, Dranosh Saurfang led the Frostwolf Cavalry and the Kor'kron Elite Legion to Northrend. Compared to Garrosh's New Warsong Corps army, which was well-organized, this force was severely lacking in food, clothing, and logistical supplies.
Garrosh's New Warsong Corps moved too fast. In order to seize the victory, Dranosh, who was unprepared, had no choice but to rush over at top speed, regardless of the consequences.
Seeing the empty camp, Dranosh yelled in frustration, his temper as volatile as his father's. He grabbed Tirion Fordring by the collar and roared, "You damned idiot! Didn't you say you had prepared a huge amount of Tuskarr flesh and hides? Tell me, where did they all go?"
Feverish and delirious, Tirion Fordring replied helplessly, "Garrosh took them all."
Upon hearing Garrosh's name, Dranosh flew into a rage and slapped Tirion Fordring away.
Tirion Fordring tumbled through the air before crashing heavily onto the snow. Dranosh, still not satisfied, plopped down on Tirion Fordring's waist, the sound of bones breaking echoing. Dranosh then raised his fist and rained blows on Tirion Fordring's face, quickly leaving him barely alive.