The Third Battle of Shattrath had already lasted several months in the blink of an eye. Throughout that time, the Horde's siege and assault on the city had continued day and night without pause.
Having swept aside all of Draenor's native races, the Horde could be considered the second race in history, after Evergrowth and the ancient Thornbeasts, to truly unite the entire planet—the former overlords, the Ravagers and Clefthoofs, had merely divided the world between themselves, while the rule of the Arakkoa Empire of Apexis and the Ogre Empire of Goria had been confined to a single region.
The Thornbeasts' former glory could no longer be verified. Only the Orcs, only the Horde, were Draenor's true masters.
The success of the war of conquest and the establishment of their great undertaking made the bloodthirsty Orcs of the Horde even prouder. Their past crushing defeat at the hands of the Draenei had gradually been cast from their minds. Now, before the Horde, only the Draenei occupying Talador—the heartland of Draenor—remained as the last stumbling block in the way of their grand undertaking to conquer Draenor. The Horde could not, and would not, allow this obstacle to continue existing.
Compared to the Draenei, the Horde, which occupied most of Draenor's land and possessed large numbers of slaves from the 333 conquered races, was undoubtedly far better supplied. Although fel energy had been corrupting the planet and making it increasingly barren, such corruption required time. Draenor was not yet as it would be several years later.
Thus, the Horde of this time was like the Mongolians who had once conquered Eurasia. With pastures and slaves spread across the world supplying them with an endless stream of provisions and equipment, they needed only to fight.
Buoyed by the spirit and pride of uniting