The so-called gold-selling kiln is nothing more than sensual dogs, casinos and female orcs, all of which are Garrosh's favorites.
When Garrosh rushed to Somvar alone with a bulging gold coin in his arms, he saw a dilapidated and desolate scene.
The desolate seaside, the white snow, and the freezing cold.
The ice-covered waves lapped feebly at the shore. The shore was piled with excrement, smelly, and filled with unknown seabirds.
Several old orcs were fishing on the beach, looking at Garrosh warily with yellow fangs and dim eyes.
Garrosh felt that he had been fooled, so he approached an old orc and asked:
"Excuse me, do you know Durotan?"
"Are you looking for Lord Durotan?"
The old orc's eyes lit up, and the orcs fishing nearby heard the words and came over to him, but he pushed them away arrogantly.
"Lord Durotan lives in a small house under the cliff. Listen to me, Durotan's father is the chief of the Frostwolf Clan, and his brother is the leader of the Thunder God Clan. Lord Durotan is generous and hospitable. In this Frostfire Ridge, everyone who mentions Durotan is...
Praise loudly. You are from outside, right? The young man is in good health. What race are you from?"
"From the Warsong Clan." Garrosh grinned.
"The Warsong clan are all good boys, and they are the most popular among the girls."
The weather-beaten face of the old orc winked:
"Young man, it's best for Lord Durotan to make friends. With him, you can find the best wine in Frostfire Ridge, the most delicious barbecue, the hottest girls, and some fun projects you can't think of. Frostfire Ridge, hehe,
Frost and fire, fun you can never enjoy anywhere else.”
Following the instructions of the old orc Joey, Garrosh was in high spirits and hurried to the cliff by the sea with brisk steps.
Turning around a towering rock, my eyes lit up, and an exquisite red building appeared in front of me.
The roof is inlaid with gold lace and the spikes are decorated with shark heads, all showing the owner's extraordinary taste.
The orc guarding the door looked at Garrosh carefully and asked in a low voice:
"Who introduced you here?"
"Fisherman Joey."
The orc had a serious face and warned sternly:
"Listen, foreigner, Lord Durotan is hospitable and likes to make friends. You can eat, drink, and play as much as you like here, but there is one thing. Lord Durotan hates ogres the most, and all the orcs in Frostfire Ridge hate them.
Ogre, if you have any friendship with the Bloodmaul Tribe and the Blade Tower Tribe, get as far away as you can."
The Bloodmaul Tribe and the Blade Tower Tribe are the old ogre forces in Frostfire Ridge. They built strong towers to resist the harsh environment of Frostfire Ridge.
"The Warsong Clan hates ogres and wants to kill them all." Garrosh stated his position.
The gatekeeper orc showed a satisfied smile, patted Garrosh on the shoulder and said:
"I knew that the Warsong clan is not a coward. I have a hunch that you will soon become friends with Lord Durotan."
As soon as I entered the red building, I immediately felt a wave of heat coming over me. The coldness on my body suddenly dissipated and was replaced by a warm feeling.
The fireplace was burning hot, the floor was covered with thick animal skins, bows and arrows, axes were hung on the walls, and the brutal heads of ogres were placed in the niches to display the master's achievements.
A burst of chirping sound came into my ears, and a large group of young female orcs were sitting or lying, laughing and looking at the outsiders.
The female orcs were surrounding a young brown-skinned orc wearing white wolf skin. He had a resolute face and a fierce look in his eyes. His appearance was somewhat similar to Thrall's.
There is no doubt that this is Durotan.
"Wow, you are a distinguished guest who has come from afar. I smell the fragrance of Nagrand grassland on your body."
Durotan stood up, a whole head shorter than the burly Garrosh, greeted Garrosh affectionately, and first introduced himself:
"I am Durotan. In order to survive, the orcs in Frostfire Ridge must fight the ogres. I like to make friends with truly powerful people. As long as they are enemies of the ogres, they are my good friends, Durotan."
Garrosh sat across from Durotan and introduced himself first. The servants brought him wine and food, and the two drank happily.
Durotan is well-informed and humorous, but he never talks about ogres. He seems to have a deep-seated hatred for ogres.
Garrosh firmly expressed his hostility to the ogres, especially describing the cruelty of Highmaul Arena, which resonated with Durotan.
Durotan stood up and started singing:
"I wish I could kill all the ogres in Draenor, eat their flesh, and drink their blood. My good man will spill his blood and fight fiercely between ice and fire. His blood will reach the sky and he will be as heroic as he wants."
After enjoying the song, Durotan was drunk and patted Garrosh on the shoulder and said:
"These are my wives and concubines. They cannot accompany the warriors. Come with me and I will take you to meet the best girls in Frostfire Ridge."
Durotan swayed and led Garrosh to the backyard, where a large hot spring was built. There were hundreds of young female orcs. When they saw Garrosh's burly body, they all looked at him.
Garrosh's eyes widened, and Durotan laughed and said:
"If you like that one, just tell me."
Garrosh was confused and couldn't make up his mind for a moment. In the mist of steam, sat a female orc with pigtails. Her face was somewhat similar to Agnar's, but her expression was a little depressed and she seemed unhappy.
, has a different kind of beauty.
Durotan whistled: "You have fallen in love with Agatha! She is the most beautiful woman in Frostfire Ridge. She just fell in love with a poet, not to mention that heartless scumbag. She ran away to who knows where. You just care
Go wait in the room, and I'll tell her that I'll make sure you get what you want."
Under the guidance of his servant, Garrosh arrived at a cozy hut.
An alluring aroma continued to penetrate into his nose, Garrosh was distracted and happy in his heart.
Suddenly, an indescribable feeling of fear surged into his heart, and Garrosh found that he had let down his guard at some point.
Is it the wine and barbecue, or Durotan's deep-seated hatred for the ogres?
Since entering Somvar, everything he has seen and heard has secretly affected Garrosh.
"I am the chief of the tribe."
Garrosh roared and stood up, but it was already too late. He felt dizzy and fell to the ground unconscious.
In a daze, Garrosh heard a flattering voice, it was Durotan.
"Great Lord Gorthorg of the Blade Tower, I have brought you a strong orc. It is said that he comes from Nagrand. He will definitely satisfy you."
The ferocious ogre's voice came:
"Can you guarantee that after you peel off his skin, he will still be alive?"
Durotan said in a low voice: "All it takes is a small bottle of ointment to ensure that he can still breathe after cutting off the last piece of flesh on his body."
"Very good. Today I have to entertain a distinguished guest, and I want a strong orc. Durotan, you did a good job."
Garrosh was so frightened that he suddenly regained consciousness. Unfortunately, he was tied to more than a dozen thick chains and could not move.
Next to him, there were countless orc corpses piled up, none of them intact, with broken limbs and broken arms all over the ground, and their faces distorted. It was obvious that they had suffered terrible torture during their lifetimes.
"Pin Jin Kiln, it turns out that this is the true meaning of Ping Jin Kiln."