Robbie led the way, with Kites and the Commander of the Guards following cautiously behind.
Despite the thick fog and the chaotic slaughter among the Orcs, filled with shouts of battle, Robbie easily led the two through the gaps in the chaos, finding most of the Royal Guards, the place where weapons and armor were piled up, and finally some food supplies.
As more and more guards gathered around him, Kites gradually gained confidence. Robbie led everyone out of the Battlefield and soon emerged from the fog-covered area.
Robbie pointed in the direction of the coastline and said:
"Your King, simply head straight to the sea. There is a prepared ship there with ample food and fresh water, enough for you to return to Stormwind City. But before that, you need to see someone."
A figure was thrown in front of Kites —a snarling Orcs, none other than Garrosh Hellscream. He was thrown around, completely disoriented and dazed.
Garrosh was extremely unlucky. During the battle between the two Orcs armies, Garrosh tried to intervene, but he was quickly caught up in the chaos. Even a strong Orcs Warrior like him was useless in the confusion and ended up being captured by Robbie.
Upon seeing Garrosh, Kites was startled and blurted out without thinking, "Damn it, so you're one of Garrosh's men."
Seeing Garrosh firmly bound, Kites realized his misunderstanding. Robbie waved his hand dismissively and said, "This Orcs is yours to do with as you see fit."
Robbie then walked towards the vast white ice field and soon disappeared without a trace.
Looking at Garrosh on the ground, Kites was somewhat bewildered, unsure of what to do with the Orcs.
The Head of the Guards whispered a suggestion, "Your King, we must kill him to prevent our whereabouts from being revealed. Garrosh has the help of the Dalaran Mages and the Red Dragonflight; they will catch up with us soon. After killing him, throw him into the ice cave, and no one will know he died here."
This would have been the best course of action, but Kites remembered Agna working for Garrosh, her rough skin, her menacing smile, and his heart softened.
The dazed and confused Garrosh finally came to his senses and immediately saw Kites leading a large group of fully armed Royal Guards. He was terrified and instinctively knelt on the ground, pleading with snot and tears streaming down his face:
"Your King, please don't kill me! Spare my life! I'll kowtow to you!"
Kites could hardly believe his eyes. He never imagined that the brave and Invincible Garrosh, the great son of Grommash Hellscream, was actually an Imp who feared death.
"Agna, is she doing well?" Kites couldn't help but ask.
Garrosh understood immediately, his mind racing. He realized that his only hope for survival lay with Agna, and said regretfully:
"Agna is doing well, but..."
"But what?" Garrosh hesitated, but Kites, anxious, urged, "Tell me quickly!"
Garrosh feigned difficulty. "Dranosh often harasses Agna, although Agna never pays him any attention. Unfortunately, Dranosh is, after all, the Saurfang the Great, and is used to throwing his weight around. If I hadn't intervened, he would have already forced himself on her."
"Damn Dranosh."
Kites was seething with hatred. At this moment, he didn't care about General Garrison's betrayal, the loss of 20,000 soldiers, or the humiliation he suffered in Vol'jin's tent. Kites only had Agna in his heart, his one and only love.
Garrosh lowered his head and said in a humble voice:
"Your King, we have no prior grudges; we are allies. If you release me, I guarantee I will deliver Agna to you unharmed."
"Is that really true?" Kites grabbed Garrosh's arms and asked excitedly.
"I swear by the honor of Grommash Hellscream family." Garrosh's face was full of sincerity.
"Alright!" Kites nodded. "Garrosh, I hope you keep your promise."
The Head of the Guards shook his head in disappointment. His King was so willful and impulsive that he would be harmed by him. Unfortunately, he dared not disobey the order and had no choice but to untie Garrosh.
Garrosh bid farewell to Kites and headed towards the Orcs Camp.
Once he was completely safe, Garrosh was filled with thoughts of revenge:
"Today's humiliation will be repaid tenfold, Agna. Hmph, the Night Watch's favorite woman, this score will be temporarily settled on you."
Seeing Garrosh escape, the Head of the Guards hurriedly urged, "Your King, hurry! If Garrosh Faction his Red Dragons after us, everything will be over."
Kites' emotions gradually cooled down, and he realized that he had made a big mistake, but for Agna's sake, he did not regret it.
Following Robbie's directions, after a rapid march, they indeed found a ship on the coast—the very same luxurious palace converted from a cargo ship.
Kites was lucky; the ship had been submerged for a long time before a few Adult Red Dragons finally arrived. They searched along the coastline for a long time, but unfortunately found nothing.
The fierce battle between Garrosh and Vol'jin's armies lasted for half a night, only ceasing when most of the Orcs were exhausted. More than ten thousand Orcs fell forever on the ground.
Archmage Rhonin was disheveled and nearly exhausted of his mana. In the chaos of battle, many Dalaran Mages had been torn apart and eaten by the Orcs, and even his body was covered with wounds from Orcs bites, with bones exposed in many places.
The Red Dragonflight that followed Garrosh also suffered heavy losses. Several Adult Red Dragons were reduced to skeletons, and the Dragon Mage Krasus was trampled by Orcs and remains unconscious to this day.
What's even more frustrating is that Kites led a large number of guards and escaped in the chaos, a loss that Vol'jin and Garrosh could not afford.
Vol'jin was furious. He slapped Tirion Fordring across the face, sending Tirion Fordring flying. Not satisfied, Vol'jin plunged his sharp fangs into Tirion Fordring's chest, leaving two deep, bloody holes from which blood gushed forth like a fountain. Vol'jin roared:
"You useless old codger, you can't even keep an eye on a Night Watch, what use are you?"
Garrosh's rage towards Tirion Fordring intensified. He grabbed a wooden stick and lashed Tirion Fordring's back mercilessly, Hamstring and splintering blood as he howled and begged for mercy. Garrosh then stomped on Tirion Fordring's right leg, snapping it, and roared:
"You incompetent piece of trash! After the Night Watch escaped, I chased after him alone. If it weren't for the thick fog, I would have caught him long ago. And what have you been doing? Just playing dead in the camp."
Eitrigg advised, "You can't blame Tirion Fordring entirely; we all know he's a useless piece of trash." Seemingly offering advice, Eitrigg then mercilessly stomped on Tirion Fordring's left leg, breaking it.
Tirion Fordring lay dying on the snow, and only then did the three Orcs leaders feel relieved.
Vol'jin frowned and said in a low voice:
"General Garrosh, both my Dragonblood Orcs Legion and your New Warsong Legion have suffered heavy losses, but the bigger problem is the lack of provisions. This matter must be resolved as soon as possible."
Garrosh grinned, revealing a fierce expression:
"It's all the Alliance's fault. We fought to the death for Azeroth, and what were they doing? The only way to recover our losses is from the Blue Dragonflight."
Eitrigg said from the side:
"After this incident, no one will trust the hypocritical Red Dragonflight anymore. Garrosh, why don't we join forces and divide the Blue Dragonflight's treasures and people together?"