In these days, Kairoz transformed into a dragon and flew to Grommashr Fortress more than once, looking for the orcs who were dissatisfied with Warchief Grimac.
As the saying goes, where there is oppression, there is resistance.
But this sentence does not apply to the Warsong clan.
Kairoz saw the miserable situation of the Warsong clan under the oppression of the ogres. They were starved of food and clothing, and the strongest orcs became food for the ogres.
The few ogres of the Warsong Clan are pampered and master the life and death of orcs. The ogres have no women and rely entirely on orc women for reproduction.
What is difficult to understand is that the orcs of the Warsong clan are very satisfied with their current life, and the idea of ​​resistance has never occurred to them.
Kairoz did not give up because of this. The bronze dragon controlled countless timelines, and many abandoned time streams were destroyed. In addition to collecting some different alliance and tribal leaders, Kairoz also collected miscellaneous knowledge and learned various skills.
Less vicious black magic.
Among them is the magic of manipulating people's hearts. Kairoz planted dark seeds in the hearts of dozens of the highest-ranking orcs in the Warsong clan, controlling them like marionettes.
As soon as Garrosh and Grommy enter Grommashr Fortress, the orcs will stand up and chop them into pieces, and then Kairoz will face Warchief Grimac alone.
Kairoz is confident enough to defeat an ogre.
The three of them went through many trials and tribulations, and finally succeeded in crossing the territory of Gronn and arriving in front of Grommasher Fortress.
The orcs had already arranged to open the door of the fortress. As soon as Kairoz stepped into the fortress, the solid iron door slammed shut.
A cold wind blew through Kairoz's heart. He looked up suddenly and saw a row of orc heads on the city wall.
It was the orcs of the Warsong clan who were controlled by him.
"Bronze dragon Kairoz, I have been waiting for you for a long time."
On the attic balcony of the fortress, a fat ogre was lying on a deck chair, lazily looking at the visitors below.
"It's interesting. This ogre is not simple."
The corner of Kairoz's mouth curled up slightly, and he did not feel that he had been defeated. No matter how high the fortress wall was built, it could not stop a flying dragon.
"Warchief Grimac, your era has ended. Next is the era of the Iron Horde with the rise of the orcs." Kairoz said loudly.
Grimac stood up and squinted his small eyes. Kairoz felt discordant. The ogre's movements were uncoordinated and slightly inconsistent.
"Kainoz, your arrival is the beginning. Perhaps the Goria Empire should end, but my era has just begun."
Kairoz was puzzled by what he heard. There was no point in arguing at this moment. Kairoz was ready to transform into a dragon form and eat the ogre in front of him.
Taking a deep breath, Kairoz felt empty inside his body. He was imprisoned in the blood elf form and could not transform into a dragon.
"How is this possible?" Kairoz was shocked.
If a certain archmage in Azeroth blocks Kairoz's transformation spell, Kairoz will definitely not be surprised.
However, there are no dragons in the world of Draenor. Dragons are completely unfamiliar creatures to the mages of Draenor, and dragon magic is a bible that they cannot understand.
"It's surprising that your magic has failed, little reptile."
The corners of Grimac's mouth raised slightly:
"I know your origins and your magic. Kairoz, Grommash'l Fortress is your burial place."
Kairoz lowered his arms and his expression became solemn:
"It's a pity that I can't see the timeline of the Draenor world clearly, otherwise I would have figured out what went wrong. Garrosh, you did a good job."
Kairoz analyzed that it must be Garrosh's high density, but he didn't know how Garrosh did it.
Garrosh grinned, knelt on the ground, banged his head, and said loudly:
"Garrosh Hellscream, willing to serve the warchief."
Grimac looked at him seriously and said with a smile: "The chief of the tribe is actually willing to serve me."
Garrosh said without changing his expression: "I see, you manage the orcs very well, I am far behind you."
Grimac said fiercely: "These are the orcs. Even the warchief has no shame and tramples on his dignity. It's a pity that Velen thinks the orcs are a noble race."
After grumbling, Grimac said loudly:
"It is not easy for foreigners to join the Warsong Clan. You must show enough strength. Now is an opportunity. Kill this bronze dragon and you will become a member of the Warsong Clan. The use of magic is prohibited here. This will be a fair fight.
duel."
Garrosh licked his lips and said excitedly: "As long as I have a suitable weapon, I will look down on you."
An ax was thrown in front of Garrosh, and it looked exactly like Gorehowl.
The Warsong Clan does not have Grom and Hellscream, but there is Gorehowl. Garrosh moved slightly and picked up Gorehowl. It felt very familiar.
"What weapon do you want, a bronze dragon?" Grimac asked.
Kairoz shrugged and said with a smile: "I don't need any weapons. If my thousands of years of accumulated combat experience cannot defeat an orc, I might as well just die."
Garrosh brandished Gorehowl and rushed over. With weapons at his disposal, Garrosh had a huge advantage. Garrosh had already seen himself winning.
Kairoz didn't move, and he grabbed forward with his right hand, not touching Garrosh. Gorehowl had already escaped and fell into Kairoz's hand.
Before Garrosh could react, Kairoz pushed outward with his right hand. Garrosh felt a terrifying force coming from him and flew backwards involuntarily, hitting the wall heavily with his back.
"What kind of power is this?" Garrosh was frightened.
It's not magic, nor is it the Pandaren's Qi, but it can hurt people invisibly.
Grimac nodded in appreciation:
"To be able to use the Holy Light so cleverly without leaving any trace is a rare genius."
This time it was Kairoz's turn to be stunned and asked in a cold voice: "How do you know this is the Holy Light?"
Grimac opened his arms: "Because I can use the Holy Light better than you."
A majestic force fell from the sky, like an invisible boulder, so heavy that Kairoz could hardly breathe.
Garrosh found the opportunity, took out the curved hourglass fragment, quietly came behind Kairoz, and stabbed him hard in the back.
"I've had enough," Garrosh shouted. "I've had enough of you hiding in the shadows, oppressing and bullying our bronze dragons. The orcs will only submit to Warchief Grimac, not to this useless waste like you.
"
Kairoz's head turned a strange 180 degrees and looked at Garrosh:
"Orcs have never been in control of their own destiny, never have been and never will be."
Garrosh stirred the fragments in his hands fiercely. The sharp fragments pierced his internal organs and blood spurted out uncontrollably.
Kairoz looked down at his bloody back, as if he was watching a play.
"Garrosh, I will wait for you in that world."
Kairoz spurted out a large amount of blood from his mouth and nose, mixed with internal organs fragments, tilted his head and stopped breathing.
Grimac looked down at Kairoz's fall with an indifferent look on his face, and suddenly pointed at Gromi and said:
"Groimi, what is your full name?"
"Back to the war chief, my full name is Gromi. Escape expert."
Grimac tilted his head and thought for a while: "Change your name. From today on, your full name is Grom Hellscream."