Garrosh could not tolerate such provocation, especially the humiliation his father had suffered. Anyone who dared to mention it in front of him was chopped into pieces by him.
This is the Orcs's weakness; sometimes they aren't very calm.
Garrosh immediately went into a berserk state, his eyes turning blood red. For a moment, he disregarded everything, raised his Gorehowl, and roared:
"Attack! Take this fortress, kill them all, leave no one alive!"
Unlike humans who have advisors or confidants and need to consult with their subordinates on matters, Orcs are absolutely ruled by their commanders. If Garrosh wants to attack, no general dares to say no.
The Orcs army launched an attack, using siege towers to scale the walls, just as they had used in the attack on Drak'Tharon Keep.
However, the Alliance soldiers were not the poorly equipped Drakkari Trolls; as they pushed the wagons forward, many Orcs soldiers were shot and killed.
Once the siege tower finally got close to the city wall, the Alliance soldiers set it on fire with kerosene.
Despite losing dozens of siege towers, the Orcs failed to scale the city walls, leaving behind a trail of corpses.
Garrosh then ordered his soldiers to climb the city walls by hand. The Frost- covered walls were as smooth as a mirror, making it difficult to gain a foothold. Despite the bravery of the Orcs soldiers, they were unable to reach the top of the walls.
After losing several thousand Orcs, Garrosh was furious and personally led his troops into battle. With Garrosh boosting morale and Garrosh personal guards being of extremely high quality, the Orcs displayed terrifying fighting power, bravely advancing despite the rain of arrows.
Despite the smooth, Frost walls, Garrosh led the way and they finally made it to the top. Garrosh roared as he challenged General Xiboli.
General Xiboli showed no fear and fought Garrosh with his sword and shield.
Garrosh had never heard of Xiboli before and assumed he was just some nobody, but the moment they clashed, Garrosh knew he had met a formidable opponent.
General Xiboli, with only his sword and shield, defended the area impenetrably.
Garrosh swung his Gorehowl, roaring incessantly, leaving countless cracks on Xiboli's shield, but he couldn't break through his defenses.
The two fought for a long time, Garrosh finally exhausted his strength, broke out of his berserk state, and fell into a temporary state of weakness.
General Xiboli immediately discarded his nearly broken sword and shield, drew a pair of sharp daggers, and engaged in the most dangerous close combat. His movements were as swift as the wind and as close as a shadow, leaving countless wounds on Garrosh's body.
Garrosh was covered in blood and screaming in pain. He hurriedly jumped off the city wall to escape, but accidentally broke his leg. His personal guards rushed over and barely managed to pull Garrosh to safety.
General Xiboli stood atop the city wall, laughing heartily:
"Garrosh, you are as incompetent as your father. The Orcs left on the city walls today will all become our food supplies. Orcs are nothing but trash."
General Xiboli seized a wounded Orcs soldier and, in front of Garrosh, ripped out his heart and chewed it up.
The morale of the Alliance soared, and cheers erupted from the city walls.
Severely wounded and nearly unconscious, Garrosh hurriedly retreated back to the camp.
The Orcs suffered heavy losses at this battle, and more importantly, their morale was low.
After being treated, Garrosh was wrapped up like a dumpling. Enraged by such humiliation, Garrosh nearly lost his mind. He summoned the siege engineer, his face contorted with rage, and said:
"Little Goblin, if you can't take this fortress, I'll tear you to pieces and eat you, even though I really dislike the taste of Goblins."
The Goblin technician trembled with fear and hurriedly said, "General, please calm down! We have cannons. The Alliance's walls are made of wood and cannot withstand artillery fire."
Garrosh nodded. "Very well, I'll give you half a day. If you can't breach the Alliance fortress before sunset, you'll be my dinner tonight."
In the afternoon, the Alliance and the Horde engaged in a battle of artillery fire.
Under the command of the Goblin technician, dozens of cannons roared in unison, and cannonballs landed on the city wall. Cracks quickly appeared in the frozen Frost, and as the cannonballs continued to fall, chunks of ice sparsely fell off.
Under General Xiboli's calm command, dozens of large cauldrons were boiling hot inside the Alliance's fortress, melting snow and ice into water. The Alliance soldiers ignored the artillery fire falling around them and lined up to pour buckets of water onto the city walls, repairing the damage.
After the Goblin cannons overheated and could no longer fire, dozens of the Alliance cannons appeared on the city walls, turning their muzzles to aim at the Horde's artillery positions.
The Goblin technicians were terrified. After a barrage of artillery fire, most of the Horde's dozens of cannons were destroyed, and the artillery battle ended in victory for the Alliance.
That night, inside Garrosh's tent, a pot of boiling oil was being heated.
The Goblin technician, stripped naked, kept making excuses:
"General, the Goblins ' technology is absolutely no worse than the Gnomes'. It's just that the Alliance's cannons are mounted on the city walls, making them appear to have a longer range than ours, but that's not actually the case!"
Garrosh completely ignored the Goblin's explanation and ordered his men to immerse it in a pot of oil and fry it.
Looking at the Goblin's withered body, Garrosh lost his appetite. As he calmed down, Garrosh gradually realized that he could not break through the Alliance's stronghold with his own strength.
The Alliance today is different from the Uther's time. They are already familiar with the Orcs' strengths and weaknesses. After much deliberation, Garrosh had no choice but to seek help from outside forces.
Garrosh has two choices: the Red Dragonflight or the Dalaran Mages.
After the Shaman's careful care, Garrosh's injuries were almost fully healed in just a few days. During these days, General Xiboli continued to provoke him, and Garrosh launched several attacks, all of which ended in great defeat.
Garrosh led his personal guards to Dalaran.
Dalaran stopped in Crystalsong Forest, a peculiar region rich in Magic Crystals.
Garrosh stormed into Violet Citadel, and upon seeing Rhonin, he launched into a tirade:
"The Alliance is plotting to destroy Azeroth, especially that scoundrel named Xiboli. He colluded with the Old Gods and received support from the Scourge. I single-handedly slaughtered tens of thousands of the Alliance soldiers, but unfortunately, I was outnumbered. Dalaran must support me, or I will turn you all into military rations."
Rhonin was so frightened he almost knelt on the ground. Rhonin had heard about the war between the Alliance and the Horde near Drak'Tharon Keep, but Rhonin was deeply opposed to the idea of Dalaran Mages supporting the Horde and openly opposing the Alliance.
It's important to understand that Dalaran is able to fly because it relies on tax revenue from the Alliance.
Without the rations that the Alliance people painstakingly saved up, this magnificent Floating City would have long since become a large rock.
Although I can't take action, offering suggestions is no problem.
Rhonin revealed a fawning smile and said in a humble voice, "General, please calm down. I have a plan that will allow the Horde to win easily and turn the Alliance's 50,000 troops into food supplies."
"Explain."
Garrosh casually grabbed one of Rhonin's beautiful female disciples, bit off her neck, and listened as he ate.
Rhonin said ingratiatingly, "General, since ancient times, when both sides are evenly matched, the battle is one of attrition. You have successfully cut off the Alliance's supply lines. You only need to hold out for a while, and the Alliance's troops will run out of food and have no choice but to leave the city to seek a decisive battle."
Garrosh instantly regained his senses and realized he had fallen into a trap.