In the Battle of Drak'Tharon, Garrosh led his army to flee overnight, and the defending Drakkari Trolls were undoubtedly the victors.
Although they failed to capture Garrosh, defeating the valiant Orcs was already a remarkable achievement.
After the victory at Drak'Tharon Keep, Frost King Malakk sent messengers to commend him, especially praising the bravery of Warlord Himbo, and rewarding him with a large amount of land and slaves.
Warlord Himbo was an arrogant fellow to begin with, and this only made him more disdainful of everyone, eventually angering someone.
Chief Priest Novos of the Sseratus, was indignant. In this battle, Prophet Saronite, the strongest Loa in the Zul'Drak Empire, had only used Blood Siphon once.
Frost King Malakk was very dissatisfied with this and deliberately omitted Novos from the list of those honored, as a warning.
Novos felt extremely wronged. Feigning weakness was a pre-arranged plan, which was why Prophet Saronite had many abilities yet to use, lest he scare Garrosh away.
As a result, Garrosh escaped too quickly, Prophet Saronite didn't have time to make a move, thus Novos lost a good opportunity to make a contribution.
An unseen rift appeared within the Drak'Tharon Keep, one between the Warlord Himbo, who held military power, and the other between the Chief Priest Novos.
At this critical moment, Vol'jin led the elite Dragonblood Orcs to the front of Drak'Tharon Keep.
In the Battle of the Nexus Blue Dragonflight, Vol'jin's Legions also suffered heavy losses. Fortunately, most of the Dragonblood Orcs, who were the main force, escaped, and the Argent Crusade provided a steady stream of supplies. Vol'jin's situation was much better than Garrosh's, and he had no worries about the rear.
Faced with Vol'jin's Legion, Warlord Himbo intended to use the same tactic as before, but the cunning Vol'jin simply stationed himself near Drak'Tharon Keep and refused to come out, leaving Himbo puzzled.
Vol'jin, being a native Troll, was extremely knowledgeable about the Drakkari Frost Trolls. Through bribing spies, he gradually infiltrated Drak'Tharon Keep and learned about the conflict between Warlord Himbo and Chief Priest Novos.
Vol'jin keenly realized that this was a golden opportunity.
Inside the Orcs's large tent, Vol'jin and Eitrigg carefully compared their respective strengths.
Although the Dragonblood Orcs Invincible brave and invincible, without the help of the Red Dragonflight, even if they were to win, it would be a Pyrrhic victory if all the Loa of the Zul'Drak Empire were to be mobilized.
The Dragonblood Orcs are Thrall's last remaining asset, his only hope for a comeback. Vol'jin and Eitrigg cannot afford to lose the Dragonblood Orcs here. This battle must be won, and won decisively.
Vol'jin for a long time before asking Eitrigg, "Eitrigg, you're in charge of intelligence in Orgrimmar. How much do you know about Warlord Himbo and Chief Priest Novos?"
Eitrigg was prepared and smiled slightly:
"Both of them had made arrangements for their own future. Warlord Himbo sent his wife and children to Grizzly Hills, where they were protected by the Furbolg, and secretly built a luxurious villa for them. Heh, with enough money, even mortal enemies can be bribed."
Vol'jin thought to himself that the Furbolg of Grizzly Hills were not easy to deal with. Protected by the Old Gods Yogg-Saron, Keleina's Orgrimmar army had suffered considerable losses.
"That Chief Priest Novos is even more cunning." Eitrigg deliberately set the stage for something else. "Vol'jin, do you know where the safest place in Azeroth is?"
Vol'jin for a moment, then replied, "Moonglade."
Eitrigg nodded:
"Moonglade is protected by the Cenarion Circle, and even more terrifyingly, it is blessed by the Elune. Even the Burning Legion dares not invade this place. Novos sent his wife and children to Moonglade, emptying most of his wealth in the process. Heh, the Cenarion Circle's protection doesn't come cheap."
Vol'jin looked puzzled and asked in surprise:
"I've heard that the main inhabitants of Moonglade are Night Elf race, followed by Dryads, Tauren, and forest Guardians; I've never heard of Drakkari Trolls."
Eitrigg chuckled and said, "Who said Novos's wife has to be Drakkari Troll?"
There's a lot of information in this!
Vol'jin covered his face and pondered for a long time before asking in a deep voice:
"Eitrigg, if we threaten Novos's wife and children, and just want to see him, will we get our way?"
Eitrigg thought for a long time and then replied:
"Moonglade isn't entirely safe. The terrifying Satyrs threaten the Cenarion Circle, and for the right price, even the most peaceful Druids might turn into assassins. This threat is real. Novos is a boorish Drakkari Troll who is content to marry a gentle and virtuous Tauren woman. He loves his wife dearly and is willing to give everything for her."
Vol'jin quickly devised a plan. To ensure the plan's success, he needed to increase the stakes, put pressure on Drak'Tharon, create panic, and make Novos realize that this place was not safe.
On a gloomy night, dark clouds covered the sky.
Although the Warlord Himbo was arrogant, he dared not let his guard down for a moment. He personally led a team to patrol the city walls, and the Vol'jin camp not far from the fortress put a lot of pressure on him.
In a corner of the city wall, Himbo unexpectedly spotted a familiar yet repulsive figure: Chief Priest Novos stood atop the wall, gazing towards Vol'jin's camp with an extremely tense expression.
Himbo stroked his fangs, sneered, and leaned closer, saying in a sarcastic tone:
"May the Loa protect you. What has brought your esteemed Priest here? The blood-stained walls are beneath Priest dignity, so lest they soil your noble boots."
Novos turned to them, saying uneasily, "The Loa are protecting us, and the great Prophet Saronite has delivered a divine message: a power is brewing in the Orcs camp."
"What power makes the Prophet Saronite take this so seriously?" Himbo put away his disdainful expression and, together with Novos, nervously watched the Orcs camp.
In the Anjing Orcs Camp, where only a few campfires flickered, a bright light suddenly rose slowly, illuminating most of the camp in the pitch-black night. A figure could be vaguely seen in the center of the light.
The figure had golden wings on its back and carried a giant sword that shone brightly. It gazed at Drak'Tharon Keep. Although they couldn't see its face, Novos and Himbo simultaneously felt a contemptuous gaze coming from it.
The figure within the ball of light slowly raised the sword in its hand, the light growing brighter and brighter, like a small sun, before slashing fiercely at the sky.
A bright beam of light slashed through the sky, cutting through the dark clouds. The sky seemed to crack open, and a mournful howl echoed from above the clouds.
Novos and Himbo both stared intently and could vaguely make out a dragon-shaped figure, as large as half the size of Drak'Tharon Keep, seemingly severely injured, stumbling and flying towards Icecrown Citadel.
Warlord Himbo, trembling, raised his right hand, pointed at the slowly fading light in the Orcs Camp, and asked, "Was that human...?"
Novos's expression was equally unpleasant, and his voice trembled as he replied:
"That is the leader of the Argent Crusade, the embodiment of the Holy Light, the great Tirion Fordring, even the Lich King Arthas was no match for him."
Faced with unknown forces, the ignorant Drakkari Trolls are always accustomed to being filled with fear.