Garrosh's eyes widened as he glared at Eitrigg:
"Why should I give up any of my benefits? The Blue Dragonflight's Wealth and population belong to me."
Vol'jin pointed at Tirion Fordring, who lay on the ground covered in blood. "With the Argent Crusade at our disposal, Garrosh, you should understand. We've been in Northrend for some time now, but the Scourge hasn't taken any large-scale action, which proves they've really run into trouble."
Garrosh's face contorted with rage as he asked, "So what?"
Vol'jin patiently explained:
"Garrosh, this is a deal. After the Scourge is destroyed, the Argent Crusade will be the greatest contributors, and we are willing to give you a share of the glory."
Garrosh's eyes darted around, and he understood everything. The Argent Crusade, controlled by Vol'jin and Eitrigg, was not merely a meat storehouse, but also the initiator of the Scourge.
After the Scourge was destroyed, the Argent Crusade seized the power of discourse. Who contributed how much and who killed the Lich King Arthas was all determined by Tirion Fordring's words.
In terms of public opinion, Garrosh is at a disadvantage.
"I will gain the glory of killing Arthas!" Garrosh roared.
"That's impossible!" Vol'jin said solemnly. "This honor can only belong to Tirion Fordring Thrall. The Horde already has Savior. If there's another Savior, it will cause controversy."
"So what do I get in return, Vol'jin?" Garrosh asked menacingly.
Vol'jin, seemingly prepared, calmly replied, "The record of achievements has already been compiled. The Scourge has twelve lines of defense, one of which you conquered."
"This is unfair!" Garrosh roared furiously. "I need the credit for breaching all eight lines of defense; otherwise, I absolutely will not agree."
Vol'jin shook his head, saying with difficulty, "After all, this is a joint effort between the Alliance and the Horde. We can't attribute all the credit to the Horde. According to our plan, the Horde will conquer seven lines of defense, and the Alliance five. At most, we can only give you two lines of defense, no more."
"Five lines of defense—that's the bottom line," Garrosh said firmly.
Vol'jin and Eitrigg discussed the matter privately for a while, with Eitrigg finally replying, "Garrosh, I'll give you a maximum of three lines of defense, otherwise our deal is off."
The Horde breached seven of the Scourge's defenses, three of which were taken by Garrosh. This was clearly a remarkable achievement. Garrosh grinned and said, "Good, but it must be noted that I, Garrosh, breached three of the Scourge's defenses in one night."
Overnight, they breached three lines of defense of the Scourge. Were the Scourge made of paper?
Vol'jin's face was very grim, but he still nodded. "Okay, we agree."
The deal was thus struck, and after a brief rest, the two armies marched in a mighty procession toward the Blue Dragonflight's Nexus. The Orcs army, lacking food, was eager to launch a war against the Blue Dragonflight.
After a series of twists and turns, the war against the Blue Dragonflight officially began.
Alexstrasza, the Red Dragon Queen, flew through the air, glaring menacingly towards the Nexus; her bulky body resembled a colossal Castle.
The queen's claws were fitted with a pair of Fist Weapons that flowed with Lava.
This is the Red Dragon Queen's exclusive weapon, crafted from her own shed skin and nails. It is an artifact connected to her flesh and blood, named the Sigh of the Red Dragon Queen, used to fight against the Focusing Iris.
Green Dragon Ysera, was not to be outdone. Her weapon was a scepter called Eternal Nightmare, forged from the trunk of an ancient tree in the Emerald Dream. However, Ysera was not in her best condition at the moment, constantly yawning, as if she might fall from the sky at any moment.
Behind the two Dragon Kings were hundreds of Red Dragons, four Green Dragonflight, and a small number of Bronze Dragonflight.
The Nexus, a lair cultivated by the Blue Dragonflight for millennia, holds countless terrifying traps. Even the Red Dragon Queen dares not venture there lightly; her plan is to lure the dragons out of their lair.
First, the Orcs and the armies of Dalaran will attack the Blue Dragonflight's subjects. If the Blue Dragonflight comes out to defend, the two Dragon Kings will lead a large group of Dragonkin to launch a siege.
If the Blue Dragonflight Blue Dragonflight holds out and refuses to come out, their people will be completely wiped out, leaving thousands of miles desolate and scorched earth.
The Red Dragonflight has plenty of time and is not in a hurry to launch a full-scale attack on the Nexus; they can simply trap and starve the Blue Dragonflight.
Although Garrosh and Vol'jin's armies fought together, the resourceful Vol'jin was clearly more trustworthy and easily gained command.
"My suggestion is to divide our forces and fight separately," Vol'jin stated the plan.
"What is meant by dividing forces for combat?" Garrosh asked bluntly.
Vol'jin pointed to the map around the Nexus and said:
"Although the Blue Dragonflight has 500,000 subjects, only a small number are Magnataur; the majority are Kobolds, Tuskarr, Wolvar, and the like, with low combat strength. We Orcs can easily take on a hundred of them. My suggestion is to break the two large armies into hundreds of smaller groups and launch a simultaneous attack from all directions. The Blue Dragonflight, numbering less than a hundred, will inevitably be overwhelmed."
Garrosh grinned:
"Vol'jin, everyone says you're Thrall's strategist, and you truly live up to the reputation. It's decided then. Let's see who kills more, and make the Blue Dragonflight tremble before the Invincible Orcs."
The earth-shaking sound of war drums rang out, Orcs Legion split into hundreds of small teams, forming an encirclement and attacking hundreds of villages simultaneously, the earth filled with the smoke of battle.
The Nexus, Arygos, gazed at the Magic War Table before him, lost in thought. In the territory of the Blue Dragonflight's subjects, hundreds of small red dots moved, representing the Orcs offensive.
"The Orcs are attacking from multiple directions, and the Red Dragon Queen is joining forces with the Green Dragonflight and the Bronze Dragonflight providing aerial cover. What should we do?" Arygos, at his wits' end, helplessly sought advice from his fellow orcs.
An elegant female dragon whispered, "The Orcs have scattered their army, making it unsuitable to use Focusing Iris. Perhaps we can find a way to locate the Orcs commander."
Arygos shook his head. "It's no use, the Red Dragon Queen won't let us pass."
Malygos Aspect of the Blue, appeared confidently before his people in his Night Elf form, chuckling, "No need to worry, the most desperate moment hasn't arrived yet. My carefully chosen subjects, with just a little bit of support, can easily defeat the Orcs."
Malygos arrived at the Eye of Eternity, the heart of magic, wielding the Focusing Iris. As the Orcs army stormed into villages, the Focusing Iris shone brightly.
The Red Dragon Queen in the sky suddenly felt unwell.
The Ley Line changed, and the magic power within her body was slightly disturbed. The Red Dragon Queen looked at the sky in surprise and saw that the entire sky lit up with purple light. The continuously gathering magic power converged into a drizzle, which fell gently from the high sky.
Magic Drizzle fell upon the land of the Blue Dragonflight, empowering their people.
The Magnataur absorbed the magic and spewed out terrifying Frost, freezing a large group of Orcs. The Kobolds, nourished by the magic, instinctively released a series of fireballs, burning several Orcs to ashes. The Tuskarr opened their mouths and suddenly spat out an Ice Lance, piercing through the chest of an Orcs. The Wolvar' claws moved continuously, sending out Wind Blades that cut several Orcs in half at the waist.
Ysera snapped back to reality, staring at everything in astonishment, and exclaimed in surprise:
"Malygos is indeed harboring evil intentions. His chosen subjects possess special talents; with a mere touch of Ley Line, they transform into Magical Creatures. The Orcs are in danger."