General Nazgrim remained calm as he listened to the urgent reports from Kor'kron scouts who kept rushing in to relay news from the front lines.
The rebels had already pushed into the outer areas of the Underground Fortress and were now advancing toward the middle levels where he was stationed.
The Kor'kron could not hold them back. No one doubted that.
The disparity was not merely in military strength; even individual prowess could not make up the difference.
More importantly, certain thoughts that should not have existed had begun to emerge within the Kor'kron ranks.
The leaders on the other side were Thrall, Durotan, Orgrim, and Warlord Saurfang. That alone explained everything.
They were radicals, that was true. But precisely because they were radicals, their hearts filled with Greater Horde ideology, they revered these orc heroes even more than ordinary people did.
What was the point of futile resistance in a civil war doomed to fail?
Faced with the instability arising within his own ranks, General Nazgrim said nothing. He merely continued to fulfill his duty and hold fast to his loyalty.
He could not blame those soldiers, because this had never been a civil war of right and wrong.
All they could do now was place their hopes in Great Chief Garrosh. Rumor had it that, in the deeper parts of the fortress, the Great Chief was using the power of the heart he could currently control to transform and elevate a group of generals and soldiers utterly loyal to him.
Put plainly, he was infusing them with Twilight energy and twisting the orcs into enormous, powerful monsters.
Garrosh had originally chosen him as the first orc to receive the infusion of power, but Nazgrim had refused.
A qualified orc should not rely on that sort of external power.