At the outset of the battle, the Orcs gained a significant advantage.
Although most of the siege equipment was damaged and unusable, the Orcs still pushed several siege towers toward the city wall. The tall siege towers were even higher than the city wall itself.
Trolls are all skilled with javelins, Drakkari Trolls are no exception.
At the command, Lala javelins were thrown from the city wall, slanting and weak, making Garrosh laugh out loud.
The Orcs soldiers were all wearing thick armor, and the wooden javelins could not cause any effective damage. The siege towers approached the city walls smoothly, and the brave warriors of the Warsong Clan boarded the towers, swung their Battle Axes, and charged up the city walls with howls.
Garrosh felt the battle was over; the Orcs' melee combat was terrifying, and these thin, withered Drakkari Trolls were no match for them.
If all goes well, the next step is to capture the city gates, and then the army will storm into the fortress.
However, something unexpected happened: the Trolls on the city walls displayed astonishing fighting power. Although they were no match for the Orcs in one-on-one combat, they always found a way to divide the Orcs apart and then annihilate them one by one.
The Orcs squad that charged up the city wall was quickly wiped out. Garrosh was surprised, but thought nothing of it, figuring out that there were probably a few fearless warriors among the Drakkari Trolls.
In an effort to capture the fortress in one fell swoop, more Orcs soldiers rushed up the walls. Just as the Drakkari Trolls were about to collapse, suddenly, a green poisonous cloud enveloped the walls. The Orcs soldiers let out a terrible howl, and countless bloody lines converged towards the highest point of the fortress.
Garrosh stared intently at the very top of the Kroncos Keep, where a colossal Wind Serpent appeared and disappeared in the clouds; it was a Wind Serpent with bright red scales.
Each crimson line represented the life of an Orcs. Before long, one by one, the withered Orcs corpses were thrown off the city wall. The morale of the Orcs army plummeted, and a cheer erupted from the Drakkari Trolls on the city wall.
The Loa, Prophet Saronite, responsible for the defense of Drak'Tharon Keep, finally made his move. He flapped his wings, gave Garrosh, who was overseeing the battle, a deep look, and then quickly disappeared.
"Damn it! What should I do?"
Prophet Saronite's intervention was expected. Without the help of the Red Dragonflight, Garrosh was helpless. He hastily grabbed a Dalaran Mages and roared in despair:
"Useless idiot, tell me, how can I kill this damned Wind Serpent?"
The Dalaran Mages was terrified, trembling all over. "General, according to our research, Prophet Saronite needs to rest for a period of time to digest each time he casts Blood Siphon."
Garrosh's eyes lit up. "Excellent! This is enough time for our army to storm the fortress and chop that damned Wind Serpent into mincemeat."
One general's success is built on the bones of countless others. Garrosh lacked experience and was blindly arrogant. He didn't investigate the Prophet Saronite's flaws and weaknesses beforehand, but it's not too late to learn from his mistakes.
At Garrosh's command, another large number of Orcs charged onto the city walls.
The Drakkari Trolls once again displayed astonishing combat prowess, holding out for a long time before falling into a disadvantageous position. Just as the Orcs Legion was about to capture the city wall, a series of screams suddenly rang out.
Colorful venomous snakes appeared on the city walls, biting only Orcs. The Orcs attacked the walls quickly succumbed to the poison and died. The Drakkari Trolls had some resistance to this poison, and this time they didn't even spare the corpses, devouring the Orcs' bodies right there on the city walls.
Garrosh was trembling with rage. He could clearly see the terror in the eyes of the Orcs soldiers; their morale was severely low, and they were in a state of panic.
Because of his underestimation of the Drakkari Trolls and his failure to gather prior intelligence, Garrosh has brought about a series of disastrous consequences. He has once again captured a Dalaran Mages, and before Garrosh can even ask any questions, the Dalaran Mages immediately replies:
"The Drakkari Trolls Voodoo and can control various poisons, including snakes, spiders, scorpions, Ice Worms, and more. The Furbolg of Grizzly Hills have specific methods to counter them."
Garrosh was so angry he almost fainted. He could only order the Orcs army to temporarily withdraw and send men to the Furbolg to buy powder to counteract voodoo.
However, it will take a considerable amount of time for the Prophet Saronite to finish digesting the blood and then he can activate Blood Siphon again.
The Furbolg of Grizzly Hills were equally wary of the Orcs. After visiting several camps, they finally managed to purchase enough medicinal powder through a middleman. By the time they brought the powder back to the camp, it was already dinnertime.
Garrosh's dinner was a Pandaren, a young disciple from the Shado-Pan Monastery. Enraged, Garrosh was about to tear the Pandaren to pieces when the Pandaren shouted:
"General, I have something to say. You can eat after I've finished."
Garrosh's eyes darted around. Since he had no appetite anyway, he figured he might as well listen to what the panda had to say, so he said, "Alright, go ahead."
The young Pandaren realized he had a chance to survive and hurriedly said seriously, "General, you've been tricked! This is a conspiracy by the Drakkari Trolls; they are leading you step by step to your destruction."
"Young Pandaren, do you know what conspiracy is?" Garrosh sneered.
The Pandaren stubbornly said, "I have been studying military strategy since I was a child. As the saying goes, 'Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will always win.' The Drakkari Trolls know the Orcs very well, but the general did not take the Drakkari Trolls seriously enough, which is why we have suffered this defeat."
Garrosh chuckled coldly, "Foolish Pandaren, you understand nothing. I have enough potion powder. Tomorrow, after surviving one Siphon Life and sacrificing some soldiers, I will be able to breach their fortress and turn all the Drakkari Trolls into food."
The young Pandaren shook his head and said, "General, you only see what's in front of you. You don't know how many tricks the Drakkari Trolls have up their sleeves, and the Orcs army is already on the verge of collapse. Don't forget, the Zul'Drak Empire has more than one Loa; they're only showing weakness temporarily."
Garrosh gasped. Although he was cunning and treacherous enough, he was unfortunately just one person. His think tank had not yet been established, so there were bound to be oversights.
The Pandaren advised again, "General, if I were you, I would retreat immediately. That way, we can preserve some of our strength and wait for reinforcements to arrive before making a comeback."
Garrosh was persuaded; the Pandaren's words cleared his mind.
If it weren't for this Pandaren's warning, we would probably have perished here, and all our ambitions and dreams would have vanished.
Garrosh turned around, grinning as he looked at the Pandaren:
"Young man, let me teach you a cruel lesson: don't try to beg for mercy from the one who ate you, because it's pointless. Unfortunately, you no longer have the chance to repent."
Garrosh opened his gaping maw, his sharp fangs piercing the young Pandaren's neck, tearing him to pieces bit by bit. Watching him suffer in agony, howling and begging for mercy, Garrosh was overjoyed, devouring the flesh and blood.
With his worries relieved, Garrosh's appetite returned.
That night, Garrosh's army withdrew overnight.
"Strange, Garrosh, that savage Orcs, has actually become intelligent."
Vol'jin was quite surprised to receive the news. After hesitating for a long time, greed finally prevailed. Vol'jin took out a bag and poured a pile of powder into the basin.
This is the dust and bones of countless dead.