Eitrigg was indeed tired, especially after seeing Azuka of the Burning Blade Clan lead the surrendered Orcs to counter-attack. They slaughtered and recruited at the same time, saying that the Horde fought only for demons. If not for the demons, the Orcs' homeland of Draenor would not have been destroyed.
How many races had been enslaved, and how many more had gone extinct—all the good work of demons. If the Orcs hadn't drunk the Demon Blood, none of this would have happened. Now that they finally had a place to rest and recuperate, the Horde still wanted to burn this land to the ground, which was absolutely intolerable.
They were not traitors, but the awakened. They no longer sold their lives for the Horde, nor for the demons. They fought for themselves, for the continuation of the Orcish race.
Deterred by the Alliance's combat strength and swayed by propaganda, many Orcs had already laid down their arms and surrendered. This was especially true for the Orc Peons. Seeing their former colleagues well-fed, warmly clothed, and even getting one day of rest after six days of work was a revelation. They were no longer bullied, abused, or beaten; their treatment was far better than in the Horde. The mere fact that they could eat their fill was enough for the peons to pledge their lives. The so-called peons were all scrawny Orcs. In the Orc clans, where strength was revered and power was paramount, being scrawny meant being bullied and enslaved.
Who would be willing to die if they could live? No Orc Peon wanted to die, and so, large numbers of them began to desert.
Although peons were not warriors, all logistical work relied on their labor. Building camps, watchtowers, and the like all required peons. Once there was no one to handle logistics and no one to do the menial work of transporting grain, it meant that the soldiers' energy would be further drained, leading to a decline in their combat effectiveness.
A warrior was a warrior, and a peon was a peon; the two could not be lumped together. Even the Alliance had professional farmers responsible for logistics rather than having soldiers do these labors. Only by focusing on combat could one be truly effective. Doing labors while fighting was the style of the Trolls, where every citizen was a soldier.
"Warchief, if this continues, our morale will collapse. The Burning Blade Clan and the Shattered Hand Clan are constantly trying to persuade other clans to surrender. Those two traitors! This is a disgrace to the Horde!" Saurfang clenched his fists in anger. If he ever saw them on the battlefield, he would definitely chop off their heads!
Orgrim stared at the crude map on the command table, which they had purchased from Goblins. They had already retreated to the Swamp of Sorrows. Further south were the Blasted Lands; there was no more room for retreat. Even returning to Draenor was a dead end. That planet had, for some unknown reason, become decayed. Nothing could be grown on its soil, and there were no resources for survival. It was a complete death sentence.
The thought of surrender flashed through Orgrim's mind for only a moment. Even if he had to die, he would die on his feet, never live on his knees! His gaze fell upon the Dark Portal as he searched for an opportunity and a place for a final, honorable showdown with the Alliance.
After a night's rest, Arthas was licked awake. The moment he opened his eyes, he saw two little whelps calling out to him, their tender tongues constantly licking his face. Paired with their big, watery eyes, they looked just like exquisite plushies!
Onyxia stroked the two whelps' bodies and said in a gentle tone, "Husband, they're hungry. You fed them something too good, and now they refuse to eat anything else."
Life Essence was indeed a fine thing, an essence needed even by the Titans. For a whelp, it was undoubtedly the best of the best. But feeding them like this wasn't a sustainable solution; it would eat Arthas out of house and home!
Rubbing his head, Arthas felt a slight headache. "Can't you two eat something else?"
"It's best for whelps to eat the finest food during their growth period. It helps them orient themselves and ensures their development more quickly. If you want the help of powerful Dragons, you can't skimp on the initial investment," Sinestra said as she pushed the door open and walked in, completely unconcerned. She only frowned slightly at the sight of Arthas's bare upper body.
"In that case, the initial investment is a bit steep." Arthas took out two portions of Life Essence and fed them to Athena and Artemis. These two little gluttons were really a handful!
"Awoo!" After licking Arthas's cheeks, Athena and Artemis swallowed the Life Essence in one gulp. Their little heads grew dizzy, and soon, the sound of snoring could be heard.
"Athena: Level: 35."
"Artemis: Level: 35."
"Huh!" Arthas was surprised to find that the two little ones had gained five levels! It had only been one night, and they'd already leveled up five times? That was a bit outrageous! Do they also have a system?
Onyxia watched from the side with a smile. "Husband, it seems you'll have to be busier in the future. You'll need to find more consorts to satisfy them." Her tone was a bit teasing; she truly wasn't jealous about her husband having other consorts. Her future husband would surely be more powerful than her, so this could be considered an early investment.
"Wouldn't that make me a stud horse!" Arthas helplessly handed the two sleeping whelps to Onyxia and got out of bed. He hadn't done his exercises for the day yet.
Looking at Arthas's erect member, Sinestra spat under her breath. "Let Nalice accompany you. I raised her myself. You're getting a good deal."
"Alright." Arthas wasn't one to be polite and accepted the offer. He did indeed need more women. "But it will only be effective if she becomes my consort. There's no rush for that. I'll go back and deal with the Horde first; things over there can't wait much longer."
"She will listen to what I say." Sinestra gave Arthas no chance to refuse. Rather than letting him mess around with random women, it was better for her to take charge. At least it would be safer.
"Take them to rest, wifey. It's time for our exercise!" Arthas pounced on Onyxia, impatiently pinning her down and entering her body right in front of Sinestra.
"Ah! Don't! My mom can still see!"
"Hmph!" Sinestra took the two whelps and left without a backward glance. Pulling this stunt right in front of her, wasn't he doing it on purpose?
The room was soon filled with the sounds of intense lovemaking. The charming, tall, and sexy beauty was being brutally ravished by Arthas. The impact on her fleshy buttocks created waves of flesh, her labia exaggeratedly engulfed the man's shaft, and the slapping sound of him hitting her rear echoed as the air filled with a lewd, musky odor.
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