Victory or Death
Zul'ra harbored a great deal of distrust towards the Loa, even towards his relatively close friend Ulathek. Ulatek seemed to have changed after accepting the sacrifice of the Great Demon, but that guy only spoke for his own interests.
"Never mind." Zul'ra shook his head, thinking about the situation of the Loa. He didn't have time to deal with that right now; it was more important to focus on dealing with Ahn'Qiraj.
Remembering the loosened seal of the Scarab Wall, and the fact that something from the other side of the wall had seeped in, Zul'ra didn't even bother to tidy up the things left after the ritual. After putting away the Banner of Many Spirits, she turned around and walked out of the tent, only to see a Goblins messenger being stopped outside by Tarecgosa.
To ensure that communication with the gods would not be interrupted, Zul'ra had Tarecgosa guard the gate for her. The Blue Dragonflight girl was very responsible, even stopping the Goblins messenger. When the Goblins messenger saw him come out, he quickly rushed up to hand him a telegram and report the relevant information.
"Zul'ra Jin, just ten minutes ago, a strange telegram appeared on our radio communication frequency." The Goblins messenger hadn't been there long.
"How is it so strange?" Zul'ra took the telegram, looked at its contents, and was immediately stunned.
"You will all die." The short message, seemingly imbued with magic, sent chills down Zul'ra's spine.
"This telegram has no source, no destination. All our radio stations have received this message, and now one of our telegraph operators has gone mad." The Goblins messenger swallowed hard.
"Where is that crazy telegraph operator! Who else has read this telegram?" Zul'ra looked away from the text on the telegram, then folded it up and placed it in her hand, not letting Tarecgosa look at it as she leaned closer.
"They've been taken into custody. Besides you, this telegram was also delivered to the officers over there, as per regulations." The Goblins messenger honestly explained the situation. This telegram was public knowledge; it wasn't just for Zul'ra, but also for Bolvar, Brann, and Shandris. Now, probably the entire Allied Forces knew about it.
"Did they respond?" Zul'ra asked.
"Not yet, they're discussing whether we'll die?" The Goblins messenger pointed to a large tent in the distance, his voice trembling slightly.
"Send a telegram to all the stations: Everyone must die, Lok'tar ogar! This is the language of the Orcs. We have only two choices: victory or death." Zul'ra calmly instructed the Goblins to send the telegram, then, without looking at him, walked straight to the council tent, with Tarecgosa following him.
"Lok'tar ogar!" The Goblins messenger stared at Zul'ra and the High Elves girl walking toward the main tent, paused for two seconds, then let out a shrill shout before hurriedly running towards the telegraph team.
"What's wrong with him?" Tarecgosa turned to look at the Goblins behind her who had run off to send a telegram, and blinked involuntarily.
"We're getting carried away. Let's go in!" Zul'ra was a little surprised; there were hot-blooded guys among the Goblins too.
As Zul'ra spoke, she led Tarecgosa into the large tent, which was packed with people. Besides Bolvar, Brann, and Shandris, the other high-ranking commanders of the Allied Forces, as well as the dragons, were all there.
"Zul'ra, you're here. We just ran into some trouble," Bolvar said to Zul'ra as soon as he saw him in the crowd.
"Is it about the telegram?" Zul'ra was not surprised. He now knew what was coming from the other side of the Scarab Wall: the power of the Old Gods C'Thun. That power influenced everyone by exploiting the fear of the allied forces—the tricks of the Old God.
"Yes, but not only that. Several incidents of madness have occurred within the allied forces, and our morale is extremely low. We need to start the war immediately." Bolvar was very serious. The only way now was to quickly enter the war. Fear would vanish in the face of life and death, because everyone would fight to survive, and to survive, one must fight.
"Agreed, I've already sent a telegram to the decisive battle..." Zul'ra nodded. The troops have now assembled at the front lines, and whether it's a plan or anything else, it's just one step away from completion.
"The decisive battle telegram, what did you do?" Bolvar's expression froze slightly.
"Lok'tar ogar!" Sporadic shouts rang out from the camp, while distant cries also echoed from the southern desert front.
"This is it!" Zul'ra listened to the shouts outside the tent, nodded slightly to the crowd, and continued before anyone could speak.
"This is the language of the Orcs: victory or death. We are all destined to die. We must choose between fighting to the death or being brutally murdered by the enemy. We can only choose one, and now the enemy has made the choice for us. They will kill us, kill our families, kill us all, until they destroy our world."
"For our world, for our families, for ourselves, for everything we want to do, we should tell everyone this: fight to the end, or die." Zul'ra felt the blood rushing through her body, and her voice grew louder and louder involuntarily.
"Fight to the bitter end, or die! May the Spirit of the Mountains be with you!" Brann shouted excitedly first, followed by a chorus of responses. The atmosphere inside the tent became restless, with the Orcs and Shu'halo letting out silent growls.
"May the gods protect us, may their hearts be merciful, may the light of Elune shine upon us." Shandris, Toranicus, Marlis, and Shiloma bowed their heads and recited the prayer in Darnassian, while the humans also whispered prayers to the Light. The only ones in the entire tent unaffected were the dragons.
"By the Light, I am willing to fight to the last moment with my comrades. Listen to me, everyone." Bolvar whispered a prayer before stepping forward to draw everyone's attention.
"Let's set off now! Under the cover of night, go to all the front lines and tell everyone that when the sun rises tomorrow, we will strike the gong with the Scepter of the Shifting Sands, and the Qiraji will pour out from behind the walls. Victory will be ours. Fight to the bitter end, or die."
At the command of the Allied Commander Bolvar, the high command of the Allied forces set out to various camps at the front to supervise the soldiers. Zul'ra also took the time to put on full armor, Tarecgosa goodbye, and rushed to the front line. As for Tarecgosa had to go to the rear with some dragons to wait for orders.
Before sunrise, all allied forces moved into their designated positions. Zul'ra's position at the forefront was a decoy formation, consisting of some Priest Shaman, Goblins demolitionists, Kaldorei archers, Hippogryph riders, Gryphon Rider, and fifteen dragons responsible for dropping Incendiary Bomb. The common characteristic of these people was their ability to run fast and their powerful air force; they were responsible for luring the enemy.