Garrosh was about to cry but had no tears left, so he could only curse silently:
"fraud!"
"traitor!"
"Orc scum!"
He kept saying "Kill all the Draenor ogres, eat their flesh, drink their blood", but in the end he secretly colluded with the ogres and betrayed his people.
Garrosh regretted it and felt like a big fool.
Among the Seven Heroes of Draenor, which one is a kind person!
It should be considered normal for an orc chief to speak very pleasantly and do dirty things.
I heard Durotan take a bag of gold coins, clattering, nodding and bowing, and left. Not long after, an ogre walked in and dragged Garrosh by his legs to the next room.
Garrosh was thrown into the pool, washed clean, and shaved off all his hair.
The ogre chef fixed Garrosh on the dining table, smeared with various delicious sauces.
He will suffer extremely painful torture and then be eaten by the ogre guest.
Garrosh was not alone, there were six orcs brought to the table.
Listen to the chef's introduction, including braised, steamed, barbecued, boiled and so on.
It's hard to say whether it was lucky or unlucky that Garrosh was eaten alive. The other orcs had been cooked, and he was the only one alive.
When the distinguished guests took their seats, Garrosh looked intently and was immediately relieved to see that it was Grimac.
As if he didn't recognize Garrosh, Grimac grabbed the roasted orc meat and munched on it, nodding his head.
Lord Gorthorg of the Blade Tower accompanied him, pointing at Garrosh with a smile and saying:
"Sir, in our ogre culture, it is a good tradition to eat it alive. This is an orc from the Warsong clan. It is considered to be the strongest among the orcs. Please taste it, sir."
Grimac looked at Garrosh with a smile:
"Golthorg, how much orc food can your golden kiln sell in a year?"
After hearing this, Gorsorg immediately drooped his face and complained:
"Before, the Frostwolf Clan and the Thunder God Clan provided us with orcs, and the business has always been very good, with thousands of orcs sold every year. Since the wolf cub Fenris took power in the Thunder God Clan, he refused to provide us with orcs. This group of little people
The dwarf doesn’t know how high the sky is and how high it is. I sent people to attack several times. The Thunder God clan has a mysterious power, but they lost their troops and generals. I don’t know what to do.”
Grimac shook his head and said:
"To deal with the orcs, you can't just use force. You must also use some strategies when necessary. Galada, the chief of the Frostwolf clan, had a good idea, thinking that he could unite the orcs in Frostfire Ridge into one rope. Little did he know that the fight between brothers would become even more cruel.
If necessary, you can support the Frostwolves and suppress the Thundergod. I think Durotan is good."
Gorsogg took a deep breath and suddenly said:
"My lord, you taught me the right lesson. I really didn't take these little guys seriously and underestimated the enemy. Galada used his eldest son Fenris to control the Thunder God clan. His second son Janar inherited the position of chief of the Frostwolf clan. He only had three sons.
Durotan has gained nothing and has been holding a grudge for a long time. This person seems to be eating, drinking, having fun and not doing his job, but in fact he has been holding a fire in his heart for a long time."
Grimac smiled and said: "It's time to unleash Durotan's fury, enough to make Frostfire Ridge burn."
Garrosh was very unhappy after hearing this.
In his heart, he expected Durotan to fight back, kill his two brothers, and weaken the Thunder God clan.
But Durotan turned him into food on the table. Should he avenge this? Garrosh was very conflicted in his heart.
Boom boom!
Waves of war drums sounded, and shouts of murder were heard outside the window.
Gorsogg's expression changed with shock, and he punched the dining table:
"The Thunder God clan is becoming more and more impudent and dares to sneak attack on my fortress. Your Excellency, please wait for a moment and come back to accompany me after I have defeated the enemy."
Grimac deliberately glanced at Garrosh and said with interest:
"I really want to see the methods of the Thunder God Clan. Let's go together."
Soon only Garrosh was left in the huge room, struggling to escape, but unexpectedly the ogre chef's restraints were extremely tight.
The sound of gentle footsteps was heard, and a masked female orc quietly approached Garrosh and released his restraints.
Although he couldn't see his face, Garrosh immediately recognized the familiar braids and beautiful yet melancholy eyes:
"Agatha, it's you."
"Shh!"
Agatha whispered: "Put on your clothes and come with me."
Garrosh found a piece of ogre's clothing, threw it on randomly, and followed Agatha out of the room.
There was already chaos outside, with the orcs riding two-headed dragons attacking from the air and setting fires everywhere.
The ogres counterattacked with crossbows under Gorthorg's command.
Among the large group of two-headed dragons, one was particularly eye-catching. It was as huge as an adult dragon, with an orc wearing a gray robe standing on its back.
The gray-robed orc has a thin body, like a javelin, and his face is as sharp as a knife. Instead of being ferocious, he has a rare elegance. His eyes are slightly narrowed, and he is mumbling words, as if he is reciting poetry.
Behind the gray-robed orc, there is a group of translucent gray spirits, shaped like an octopus, with countless tentacles swinging back and forth, constantly shooting down the ogre's crossbow arrows.
Garrosh guessed that this should be the mysterious power of Gromgar, so it is not difficult to guess the identity of the elegant orc.
Looking at Agatha's bewildered expression, Garrosh asked with some jealousy:
"He is the poet?"
Agatha nodded, her eyes fiery: "Yes, he is the poet, Fenris Iron Wolf."
No wonder Agatha is so enamored with her, and she has such terrifying power, but that female orc is not moved by her.
A two-headed dragon descended, carrying Agatha and Garrosh into the sky. Fenris waved his hand, and the Thunder God clan slowly retreated.
The army of the Thunder God clan was repairing in a nearby camp. Fenris jumped off the two-headed dragon and stared into Garrosh's eyes.
"I received a prophecy that you are the one who can change Draenor."
Garrosh trembled slightly and said cautiously: "Excuse me, I'm just an ordinary orc."
Fenris shook his head:
"You have an aura that does not belong to this era. You will bring changes to us."
Garrosh didn't know how to answer, so he remained silent.
"Your choice is crucial to the orcs."
Fenris said in a deep voice:
"I saw two forks in the road in the prophecy, either abandon the prejudices in your heart, sacrifice the ego, and fulfill the greater self, or..."
Fenris sighed and said: "Maybe we will all die."
Garrosh looked at the white snow and said:
"I have my own ideas and I only believe in my own judgment. Fenris, do you want to be the King of Draenor?"
Fenris was stunned for a moment: "I admit my ambition. Who doesn't want to be the King of Draenor? But who is more suitable for this position?"
Garrosh grinned: "I hope you can convince me that the King of Draenor must be a great orc, fair and impartial, and caring for all orcs."
Fenris turned around and walked towards the camp, leaving a message in the distance:
"I'll prove it to you."
Garrosh leaned against a pillar, sizing up the two-headed dragon beside him, and secretly thinking about countermeasures.
Stay with Fenris, gain his trust, and then take the opportunity to kill him.
It seemed like everything was arranged.
Which orc can be kind?
Even if Fenris's nature is good, it won't be the same as long as he tastes the taste of power.
Fenris didn't know that Garrosh had come to a conclusion from the beginning.