In less than a week, the relentless advance of the Horde had left a trail of destruction across Eversong Forest. Villages and towns that once thrived with life and colors now lay in ruins, their buildings reduced to smoldering ruins and their inhabitants either slain or fled in terror.
Besides food and a large quantity of military supplies including steel, the orcs also had time to rest in the beautiful environment of Eversong Forest. They slowed their pace and rhythm of attack. Orgrim, as Warchief, knew that the elven army was severely weakened.
Now, the orcish Horde's advance into Eversong Forest was encountering less and less resistance, and most of the elves had returned to Silvermoon City. While considering an attack on Silvermoon City, the Warchief was also thinking about other things.
"Warchief, the Alliance forces have entered the Northern lands of Lordaeron and are rushing here to flank us," Utok said, walking in with a map of Lordaeron in his hand.
This was expected. Orgrim calmly took the map from Utok and asked, "How many troops does the Alliance have? This will determine whether we should immediately proceed with our next plan."
"Nearly ten thousand human soldiers. The Alliance seems to value their elven allies highly." Utok replied.
The Warchief nodded, his broad shoulders leaning back in his elven chair. "Ten thousand human soldiers? A golden opportunity."
Utok knew what the Warchief was thinking. "So, Warchief, what is our next plan?"
Orgrim stood up, gripping his Doomhammer tightly. "Continue the attack on Silvermoon City. We must put on a good show. Once these Alliance troops enter the elven forests, we'll abandon this place immediately, just like in the Hinterlands, letting these directionless human soldiers follow us." "
And what about Zuluhed's army? Do we have any accurate information?" Orgrim asked.
Utok had just received a reply from the Dragonmaw Clan yesterday. He said, "If the plan goes smoothly, we will meet the Dragonmaw Clan's dragon unit in the Alterac Mountains but they will be also reinforcing us with a small unit of dragons here. Zuluhed has replied to us; they have used artifacts to control a large number of red dragons."
Orgrim had witnessed the power of these fire-breathing red dragons. Compared to Gul'dan's bizarre creations, dragons were far more reliable.
"It's time to leave Draenor, which was destroyed by Gul'dan and his warlocks. But sadly, Durotan didn't live to see that day!" Orgrim took a deep breath, pulling out the frostwolf-fur shoulder pads he always carried and sighing.
Utok pondered for a moment and asked, "Is the original plan still working for Gul'dan, Warchief?"
Orgrim swung his Doomhammer, his jaw twitching, and said, "He must die! Utok."
"Once the Horde breaches Lordaeron, I will act immediately, Warchief."
The Horde, now, wasn't just Orgrim alone planning future battles. Gul'dan was currently speaking with the Twilight Hammer's chieftain who had already recovered. Cho'gall held a nautical map, collected from sunken human ships during the first battle with Kul'Tiras ships in Southshore.
"South of Lordaeron, according to the coordinates my teacher gave me, I can pinpoint its location in this sea area." Cho'gall said, patting Gul'dan's head.
Standing atop the mountain in Sunnywind Village of Eversong Forest, Gul'dan drew a shadow circle on the ground. A beam of light floated above the circle. Within the purple shadow power lay Gul'dan's perception of this mysterious sea area.
"It looks like an island, no, it looks like a continent!" Cho'gall exclaimed in surprise, looking at the image on Gul'dan's shadow magic circle.
Gul'dan chuckled deeply. "Back in Draenor, a demon promised me that he would incite the orcs to invade Azeroth. However, that was just his wishful thinking. When I established contact with the planet Azeroth, I found a human mage. But I also know that this human mage is not an ordinary human mage. The power hidden within this human mage is far greater than the demon I sensed in Draenor."
"So, you used them?" Cho'gall asked.
Gul'dan shook his head, his withered hands stroking the image before him. "He used me, but wasn't I using him too? Now, I have found this place. I can sense that beneath this mysterious sea, the islands possess immense power. If we can obtain it, this planet will be ours."
Unlike Gul'dan, who had long ago mastered the dark arts and embraced the chaos of power, Cho'gall felt an inexplicable tremor of fear as he gazed upon the islands before him. These islands, with their mysterious aura and ancient energies, stirred a deep unease within him.
"Yes, teacher, we will obtain this immense power," Cho'gall's tone was somewhat uncertain.
This unsure reply didn't arouse Gul'dan's suspicion. Gul'dan didn't care about Cho'gall's thoughts now; he was certain that once he found this place, nothing else mattered.
"Orgrim won't truly attack Silvermoon City. He's already obtained enough in this forest. As soon as the Alliance army enters this forest, he'll immediately head south!" Gul'dan knew exactly what Orgrim wanted to do.
As Cho'gall and his other head looked at Gul'dan with questioning eyes, the orc warlock's expression was unreadable, shrouded in shadows and arcane mist. He saw their curiosity and confusion, and a faint smile curled across his lips.
"Have you prepared everything I asked you to prepare?" Gul'dan didn't want to deal with Cho'gall, whose mind was currently blank.
Suddenly realizing, Cho'gall said, "Of course, teacher. When I landed in Southshore, I already deployed orcs there, preparing a large number of ships!"
"Very good. Now, as long as we head south, we have no worries whatsoever," Gul'dan said confidently.
Cho'gall's mind was heavy with worry as he remembered the past conflicts back on Draenor. Zuluhed and Nekros of the Dragonmaw Clan had been their bitter enemies—relentless and cunning foes who had sought to thwart their every move.
The memories of those fierce battles, the treacherous plots, and the narrow escapes haunted him still.
"I'm worried that the Dragonmaw Clan might use their dragons to spy on us. Those flying red dragons are a real nuisance!"
Gul'dan confidently shook his head: "Cho'gall, use your two heads to think carefully! What does the Horde want most right now?"
His mind was a jumbled mess, and Cho'gall kept patting his head with both hands. After calming down, he said, "I understand, Master! They're going to attack Lordaeron! So, this is brilliant, Master!"
Indeed, this was the tensest moment for the Horde. The air was thick with anticipation and hidden dangers, yet the opportunity before them was too great to ignore.
The massive island in the Endless Sea beckoned—a land shrouded in mystery and ancient power, waiting to be explored. The Horde had no time to concern themselves with what these warlocks were up to.