Orgrimmar, underground fortress.
General Nazgrel, stationed at the crucial checkpoint, remained calm. He stood where he was, gripping his battle axe as he listened to the urgent reports from Kor'kron scouts rushing in from time to time, along with the ever-nearing cries of battle.
The Horde Rebel Army had already pushed into the fortress's outer areas. The defenders were either dead or surrendered, while the rebels advanced triumphantly and were now marching toward the middle level under his defense.
The gate behind General Nazgrel was the only entrance leading to the core area on the lowest level, where Garrosh and all his most trusted troops were stationed.
The Kor'kron forces could no longer hold the line. No one doubted that.
It was not merely the vast disparity in military strength. Even individual prowess could not bridge that gap. You were not a Titan; no matter how formidable you were, you could not single-handedly take on an entire army.
More importantly, certain improper thoughts had already begun to arise among the Kor'kron soldiers. That was even more serious than the enemy's assault.
The leaders on the other side were Thrall, Durotan, Orgrim, and King Saurfang. That alone said enough.
It was true that Garrosh's Kor'kron soldiers were all radicals. Yet precisely because they were radicals, filled with Great Horde ideology and glorious Orthodox Horde ideology, they revered these Orc heroes even more than ordinary people did.
Since the Horde was still an Orc-led Horde, and Orc authority would not be fundamentally affected, what was the point of futile resistance in a civil war doomed to fail?
Faced with these destabilizing thoughts within the ranks, General Nazgrel said nothing. He merely continued to fulfill his duty, hold fast to his loyalty, and fight this unwinnable battle.
For he could not blame the