Azuka had had her pleasure and had also been introduced to many new tricks. So breasts could be used to clamp a man's cock and give him pleasure, and a mouth could take a man's filthy flesh rod for a deep throat—where would orcs have learned such things? The orcs' technology was not advanced; it was all very crude and primitive. They revered slaughter, not mating, and mating was only for the purpose of reproduction.
After he had his fill, Arthas let Azuka go, telling her to gather the members of the Burning Blade Clan and then surrender to him. This would further weaken the Horde's strength. Without the support of the Blademasters, their mid-tier combat power would be significantly reduced.
After a full day of fierce attacks, they still couldn't break through. Orgrim was already considering a retreat. His objective had never been Quel'Thalas in the first place. Having fought this far, he had done all he could. He couldn't afford to expend all the orcs here. At the very least, he needed to crush the humans and find an opportunity for the orcs to settle down in this land.
"Azuka is back? She went to find Kargath? Have them both come here!" Orgrim felt a massive headache coming on. The Horde was already showing signs of fracturing. He couldn't treat the other clans the way he treated Gul'dan. Once he was seen as deliberately targeting them, the Horde might fall apart. It would be hard to lead them if their hearts were scattered.
"Warchief, we can bypass the Kingdom of Alterac, slip past them, and launch a surprise attack on Lordaeron. Lordaeron's prince can only form an army with gnolls and naga, which shows their forces are stretched to the absolute limit," Gul'dan suggested sinisterly.
Bang!
Orgrim slammed his hand on the table, his bronze-bell-sized eyes staring at Gul'dan. "Don't speak unless I ask you to. I am the Warchief. Now go and find Zul'jin. Brief him on the current battle situation so he's mentally prepared."
Gul'dan was actually right. A surprise attack on Lordaeron was indeed a crucial opportunity right now. And since Lordaeron and Quel'Thalas had formed an alliance, he only needed to dispatch a portion of the orcs to block and delay Arthas, and he could leisurely launch a surprise attack on Lordaeron and cut down the head of the Alliance!
But there were still many problems to solve, such as whether the trolls would agree and who to leave behind. As for Arthas being able to resurrect dead warriors, that surely came at a huge cost, otherwise why not just keep resurrecting them? Orgrim didn't pay that trick any mind. His mind was currently full of how to deal with the Alliance. The longer this dragged on, the more dangerous it would be for the Horde.
In the Bleeding Hollow Clan's camp, Kargath fell silent for a long time after hearing Azuka's proposal.
"Orgrim is not being controlled by demons."
"But he has already led the Horde into an abyss. This was never our world to begin with. My master has promised to give the Burning Blade Clan a territory to live and prosper. He is the prince of Lordaeron, and he has other races under his command. I've seen the orcs who surrendered; they are treated very well and not abused." Azuka was unconcerned.
All she had to do was try to persuade Kargath along the way. It would be best if she could win him over, but it didn't matter if she couldn't. She just needed to take the Burning Blade Clan away.
"How can you guarantee he's not lying? Hmph, we've killed so many humans. Do you think a few words can wash away our sins?" Kargath knew that hatred was the most difficult thing to reconcile. To live in this land, the most direct way was to kill all the natives and survive yourself.
"This world has more than just this one continent. He will lead us to a new continent. And there are some evil beings that need to be dealt with. We can take the opportunity to wash away our sins. Before that, we must keep a low profile and restrain ourselves." Azuka had blind faith in Arthas.
After being defeated in the art she was most confident in, coupled with her physical conquest, she had instantly been reduced to Arthas's slave. Naturally, she would speak well of her master.
"Moreover, he is also looking for the Frostwolf Clan. Do you remember Durotan? He questioned things, and he ended up dead. Time will prove that the Horde is wrong. What we need to do is to reclaim our honor!" After speaking, Azuka placed her right hand on her chest and made a reverent gesture, her eyes looking in the direction of Silvermoon City.
"Alright, I agree. When do we move?" Kargath detested the Horde because the Horde had ogres.
He had been a slave to ogres and instinctively loathed them. In addition, Arthas had saved him with the Holy Light. This was a hero, a human with a sense of honor. He could not become an accomplice to demons. He wanted to be an orc, an orc with a sense of honor!
"Chieftain, the Warchief has sent a messenger to summon you." an orc from the Burning Blade Clan reported.
Azuka looked at Kargath. "Kill the messenger. We leave immediately. Master will have supplies ready on his end."
"Good!" Without a second word, Kargath had the messenger come in, then stabbed him with a single killing blow. He ordered his clansmen to start moving and follow the Burning Blade Clan.
Back at Windrunner Pass, Arthas had been standing there for half an hour, watching the direction of the Horde the entire time. Today's battle had been brutal. He hadn't leveled up, but the unexpected acquisition of a female orc fleshlight was a decent gain.
Kael'thas was also here. He had reached an agreement with Arthas, a secret pact of mutual assistance. They could share resources and help each other grow within their respective kingdoms. Having an ally was much better than having no allies. Kael'thas was very proud, but he didn't think he had the ability to turn the tide on his own. He had the confidence, but not the capability. During the day's battle, the area he was responsible for had almost been breached. It was only with the help of the royal Spellbreaker legion that he barely managed to hold on. The Silvermoon Council was already starting to have complaints about him.
"Accepting the surrender of orcs and employing them in your army, how did you convince Lordaeron to agree?" Kael'thas asked curiously. They were both princes, so why was there such a huge difference?
"Because I did it all myself, without relying on others. The council of nobles in Lordaeron didn't contribute a single coin, yet I'm still responsible for protecting their lands. What right do they have to bitch at me? I am the prince, and they are just my subordinates," Arthas snorted disdainfully. If he was going to be constrained by others, he would just kick the stumbling blocks aside. There was another point he didn't mention: Arthas possessed the ability to extend lifespans, a gift from the Red Dragon Legion. Almost no noble would be foolish enough to risk offending Arthas. Who didn't want to live longer?