When Eitrigg pulled Tirion Fordring out of the snow, the poor Tirion Fordring lay there like a broken toy, eyes closed and unconscious.
The limbs were broken into pieces, with only a few pieces of skin and flesh connecting them. Damaged internal organs were spilling out of the mouth, and the skull was cracked, with white brain matter flowing out from many places.
Fortunately, the Holy Light protected his heart, and his chest still rose and fell slightly, maintaining a weak breath. Eitrigg didn't intend to save Tirion Fordring anyway; he was a useless piece of trash, and it was already merciful of him not to eat him. He handed him over to the Argent Crusade.
The Argent Crusade was in complete chaos. Tirion Fordring was badly beaten and on the verge of death. The soldiers didn't know what to do and could only helplessly plead for the Holy Light in the face of the ferocious Orcs.
To solve the problems of military rations and logistical supplies, Dranosh adopted methods commonly used by Orcs.
Although Dragonblight is a vast ice plain, it also has expansive forests. A large group of Tuskarr live along the coast and have built the Mo'aki Harbor. Following the principle of not attacking those close to home, Tirion Fordring did not take action against these Tuskarr.
Besides the Tuskarr, the Dragonblight is also inhabited by Tuskarr enemies, the savage Wolvar.
Dranosh saw the villages of the Tuskarr and the Wolvar on the map, and his eyes gleamed with a fierce light, as if he were seeing a large amount of walking military rations.
The Frostwolf Clan cavalry began a brutal massacre, mercilessly slaughtering the villages of the Tuskarr and Wolvar in Dragonblight. Wherever they went, villages were destroyed, leaving only scorched earth. The Tuskarr and Wolvar were skinned alive and made into military rations and furs.
The Kor'kron Elite Legion was responsible for logging trees. Trees in the frigid lands grow extremely slowly, and these trees, which had grown for thousands of years, quickly disappeared.
Dranosh was not content with this. In the northern part of Dragonblight, among the snow-capped mountains lived Mammoths Kobolds, and beneath the snow-covered lakes dwelled delicious Ice Worms.
The Orcs resorted to the most savage methods, using the mobility of the Frostwolf Clan to drive the Magnataur together for mass slaughter. They also added Orcs blood imbued with Fel to the frozen lake, Corruption the waters and forcing the Ice Worms out of the lake.
In less than a month, the fragile ecosystem of Dragonblight was severely damaged. The vast white ice plains were desolate, the water sources were Corruption, and all traces of life were completely lost.
Alexstrasza, the Red Dragon Queen residing atop the Wyrmrest Temple, watched all this with anguish, but there was nothing she could do.
Although the Red Dragon women despise Queen Azshara, the Red Dragon race is deeply influenced by the Elves and has learned to live in harmony with nature. At the height of the Red Dragonflight, more than three thousand Red Dragons lived in Dragonblight, maintaining the local ecosystem remarkably well.
After the Sundering, the food chain that had lasted for ten thousand years disappeared completely in just one month.
Krasus carefully served the Red Dragon Queen. This famous Dragon Mage of Azeroth had been living a life of hiding for the past few years. Thrall had invited him to the dragon feast in Orgrimmar more than once, and he was the undisputed protagonist of the feast.
Unable to protect Krasus, the Red Dragon Queen, Krasus sought refuge with the Scourge Army in his most desperate moment. Fortunately, the Lich King did not turn him into Frost Dragon.
Krasus only dared to return to Wyrmrest Temple after Thrall's power was divided between Garrosh and Saurfang.
"Your Majesty, Dragonblight is the sacred land of Dragonkin, a place steeped in countless Dragonkin Legendary. The Dragon Aspects once joined forces to fight against the Proto-Dragon Galakrond. We cannot allow it to be destroyed by the Orcs. We must find a way."
The Red Dragon Queen glared at Krasus with displeasure:
"Fool, what are you talking about? The Scourge has internal problems; they're about to be destroyed. The Orcs will be the masters of this world."
After a long silence, the Red Dragon Queen said in a low voice, "Put all the blame for these crimes on the Scourge. After all, the dead can't speak."
Dranosh obtained sufficient military rations and war supplies, and like Garrosh, his target was not the Scourge.
In Howling Fjord stands a famous ancient Castle, Utgarde Keep, an ancient ruin abandoned for thousands of years. Legend has it that in ancient times, the Vrykul established a great civilization on this land, Utgarde Keep holds unimaginable Wealth.
Utgarde Keep was the best option besides the Blue Dragonflight. Dranosh knew it was unwise to compete with the well-equipped and well-supplied Garrosh, so he could only make it his target.
Satisfied, Dranosh led his Legion away in a grand procession. The soldiers of the Argent Crusade once again stood in the cold wind, their clothes tattered. The number of the Crusade soldiers had dwindled to less than five thousand, and the stronger ones had been selected by Dranosh to serve as laborers and provisions.
Just as the Argent Crusade was about to disband, a bright Holy Light descended from the sky, its target the tent where Tirion Fordring slept.
Then, Tirion Fordring's strong voice came from inside the tent. Under the healing of the Holy Light, Tirion Fordring's injuries were completely healed.
Tirion Fordring marveled at the blessings of the Holy Light; although Garrosh and Dranosh had inflicted severe damage on his body, he felt nothing of it.
Those who achieve great things are not bound by trivialities; they are flexible, resilient, and able to endure what ordinary people cannot. Only in this way can they accomplish great things that ordinary people cannot achieve. All success is not accidental.
"Warriors of the Argent Crusade!" Tirion Fordring cried out, "Azeroth faces a life-or-death crisis! Only the noble and pure Orcs are the sole hope for saving this world!"
The Argent Crusade stared blankly at Tirion Fordring; after Tirion Fordring had been beaten twice, no one believed his lies anymore.
Tirion Fordring's eyes lit up, an idea came to him, and he shouted:
"The Red Dragon of the Wyrmrest Temple is watching us. All traitors who dare to destroy Azeroth will be reduced to ashes by the Red Dragon's wrath. Warriors, to Consecration your all for Azeroth is a great honor."
The Argent Crusade Army soldiers looked at each other, realizing the imminent threat of the Red Dragon. With no other choice, the Argent Crusade reluctantly returned to their posts and continued processing the Tuskarr.
Tirion Fordring devoutly thanked the Holy Light for its blessings, unaware that this was the Holy Light's punishment for him, and that his days of suffering had only just begun.
After some more days, and after more than 50,000 Tuskarr had been slaughtered, something to Eitrigg's delight happened: Thrall's personal Legions finally arrived.
The forces that entered Dragonblight this time were the Orgrimmar Front, the Thrallmar Front, and the Troll scouts, led by the Conqueror Krenna, a grumpy female Orcs.
Keleina has a pair of sharp and fierce eyes. She is a proud female Orcs who believes that Orcs are the only true orcs of Azeroth, and that other intelligent life, especially humans, are only fit to be food. Therefore, she looks down on Tirion Fordring.
When Tirion Fordring offered up the flesh, blood, and fur of fifty thousand Tuskarr, Keleina didn't even glance at him, simply eating her meat and casually asking:
"I heard Garrosh took even more from you?"
Tirion Fordring knew that Keleina and Garrosh had a deep-seated conflict, almost to the point of irreconcilable differences, and hurriedly said, "It's all Garrosh's fault; he's a ferocious beast."
Another female Orcs slammed her hand on the table. Keleina's sister, Gorgonna, who had a strong liking for Garrosh, glared angrily at Tirion Fordring.
Like her sister, Gorgonna was fierce and irritable. She said menacingly, "Tirion Fordring, I heard that the Holy Light protects you, and even Dranosh can't kill you. I want to play a game with you."