Orgrimmar looked at Tirion Fordring, whose hair was already streaked with gray, and whispered a description of Draenor's tragic history:
"I confessed to the Guardian, telling him everything that happened in Draenor. Tirion Fordring, do you think the people of Lordaeron are so miserable? Haha, this kind of tragedy is just a daily occurrence in Draenor. In our terrible jungles of Gorgrond Draenor, new life is constantly being conceived. This small land is full of competitors, and survival is not easy. The extinction of races continues every day."
"For thousands of years, we Orcs have fought against the mighty Gronn, battled the ferocious Ogres, and waged arduous battles against the cunning Arakkoa for survival. We have wiped out the Quilboar, Bloodhoof, Freshwater Orcs, and Talbuk- men—more than five hundred intelligent races that we Orcs have exterminated. We have also been on the verge of extinction many times, with our entire race reduced to less than a thousand at our worst. You humans, hmph, are merely an insignificant ripple in the great history of us Orcs. Of all the intelligent races we have exterminated, humans are the least competitive and inferior race."
"Survival of the fittest, only the strong are qualified to live on this earth, the weak will be eliminated and completely wiped out. We Orcs have known this principle since the beginning of our lives, which has enabled us to quickly stand at the top of the food chain in Draenor, while other races can only eke out a living under our slaughter."
Tirion Fordring was utterly shocked. He knew far too little about the Orcs. In fact, like many people of Lordaeron, he believed that the Orcs' ferocity and Bloodlust stemmed from drinking the blood of Mannoroth.
It turns out that the Orcs' ferocity and savagery are innate, and slaughter and destruction are instincts written into their very bones.
Orgrimmar sighed and shook his head, saying:
"But even this failed to move the Guardian. I saw his gaze waver, and he was somewhat tempted, but it was far from enough. In desperation, I made up my mind to take a huge gamble and expose a centuries-old conspiracy by the Orcs."
Orgrimmar squinted, a strange light gleaming in his eyes:
"After we became the rulers of Draenor, the chieftains of the various races planned a bloody massacre to completely exterminate all intelligent races on Draenor and purify the land. Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned. Mysterious flying machines descended, and the Draenei arrived. Upon initial contact, we learned that they were an unimaginably powerful race. Although their numbers were small, they possessed Power of the Holy Light, and their enormous flying Vessels were unimaginably powerful."
"Our survival is threatened. Faced with an invincible enemy, we have no choice but to temporarily suspend our grand plan. Tirion Fordring, do you know that from the very first day the Draenei arrived, the Orcs chieftains have been determined to annihilate them completely?"
"What?"
Tirion Fordring looked at Orgrimmar in astonishment. "My God, is this the conspiracy you've been plotting for hundreds of years?"
Orgrimmar chuckled smugly. "Heh heh, the Draenei never dreamed they were part of our scheme. From that moment on, we began a deliberate disguise, halting our genocide and drastically reducing the frequency of our external wars. We acted like an ordinary race struggling for survival and food. We've been constantly seeking opportunities to learn everything about the Draenei, trying to steal their technology. Unfortunately, the Draenei very wary. They deliberately kept their distance from us, maintaining a detached relationship except for a few transactions."
"We tried everything to get close to the Draenei, but unfortunately, we failed because of Draenei wariness. Until more than a decade ago, an unplanned attempt unexpectedly yielded surprising results. Two Orcs children accidentally entered Draenei city and learned about this race for the first time."
Tirion Fordring had heard of this history before, and whispered, "Was it you and Durotan?"
"That's right, it was the two of us. Our future high positions were all thanks to the crucial intelligence we gained from that expedition. We learned how to enter and exit their city, understood their lifestyle, and even asked them how to use magic and weapons. The most unexpected thing was encountering their leader, that big fool Velen, ridiculously naive, who confessed everything without being asked. It turns out they were just interstellar exiles, hunted by the Burning Legion, especially fearing a power called Fel. Upon returning, the chieftains immediately gathered all the Shaman to study how to communicate with Fel, and one Orcs succeeded."
"Gul'dan," Tirion Fordring murmured. He had thought Gul'dan was the most Evil of the Orcs, but it turned out he was just bad at disguising himself.
Orgrimmar smugly said, "Haha, who would have known that the Burning Legion was actually brought here by us Orcs? Prophet Velen himself laid the gravestone for his own race. Of course, the contact with the Burning Legion was just an accident, an unplanned exchange. We didn't want to encounter that kind of power. Later, we finally succeeded, using Fel Warlock to Pain Suppression the Draenei's Holy Light, thanks to the unexpected sneak attack."
"Look, a plan that has lasted for hundreds of years, passed down only by word of mouth among the highest-ranking Draenei, has finally caught the attention of the Guardian Medivh. He remained silent for a long time before finally telling me that he would give the people of Lordaeron a chance. If King Terenas could make up his mind to slaughter all the Orcs, then he would remain silent; if King Terenas could not make up his mind, then the humans of Lordaeron had no right to exist."
"I spent each day in prison feeling like an eternity, anxiously awaiting news. Destiny once again smiled upon the Orcs, and they encountered another leader as foolish as Velen. King Terenas couldn't bring himself to act, unexpectedly showing mercy to the executioner who had slaughtered his entire generation. Now, the people of Lordaeron will pay the price for their King's mercy, awaiting the destruction of their nation and the extinction of their race."
"May King Terenas's soul never find peace," Tirion Fordring gritted his teeth, seething with hatred.
"Rest assured, when we conquer Lordaeron City, I will personally hang King Terenas on the city wall so he can witness the destruction of his kingdom and thank him for his mercy to the Orcs," Orgrimmar laughed loudly.
Unbeknownst to Orgrimmar Doomhammer, while he was processing venison, Medivh's tracking beacon had brushed against him.
At this moment, Thrall was on the verge of death, was found and carried back to the Orcs camp.
The Orcs, who had been following the magical beacon, were horrified to see Orgrimmar and Tirion Fordring together in the distance. They immediately ran back to report to the Guardian Medivh.
Inside the tent at the camp, Medivh listened calmly to the Orcs scouts' report. He usually wouldn't deal with such matters, leaving them to Thrall to handle after Thrall woke up; it was a small test, after all.
Medivh's gaze shifted to Jaina, and behind her, two pale-faced Mage Apprentices.
"All races are the same; they only grow through lessons. Jaina, student of Archmage Antonidas, let's play a game now," Medivh said with a smile. "A game of hunter and sheep."