After a day of repairs, Garrosh followed Fenris back to the Thunder God Clan's headquarters.
Gromgar's huge skeleton is like a mountain, with vertebrae forming the ridge, and the Thunder God clan lives in the heart of the mountain.
Entering the mountainside from the sharp mouth of Gromgar's fangs, the biting cold wind outside immediately disappeared, replaced by a spring-like warmth.
Gromgar is too big, and the space in its belly is vast enough to accommodate tens of thousands of orcs.
In addition to the central hall, there are countless small rooms separated on both sides, which are where the clan members live. In the center is a throne made of bones, high above the sky.
Garrosh noticed that the Thundergod clan members poured buckets of blood on the bones.
Some of this blood comes from wild beasts, and some comes from enemies. The dark bones like jade absorb the blood, glowing with a mysterious brilliance.
Fenris led the way. On the high dome, the ribs were all shining brightly, and the interior of the mountain was as bright as day.
"There are many magic gems condensed in the bones of Gromgar, which bring us light and warmth. There were once stupid thunder chiefs who tried to dig out these gems. Not only were they unable to destroy the hard bones, they also caused disasters, resulting in a large number of people.
The clan members died.”
Fenris proudly announced:
"It was I who brought hope to the Thunder God Clan and taught them to infuse their bones with blood. Gromgar fed the Thunder God Clan back. Our children are smarter and stronger than other clans. When they grow up, they can challenge the ogres alone."
Garrosh noticed the children of the Thunder God clan, running around in the heart of the mountain with boulders weighing hundreds of kilograms on their shoulders.
"It's amazing." Garrosh praised, but at the same time he was secretly worried.
I thought I could bring changes to this backward world, but now it seems that the Thunder God clan is beyond imagination, and the experience of the Iron Horde brought by Garrosh is almost useless.
Fenris asked Garrosh to take a seat under the throne. Looking at the empty throne above his head, Fenris' eyes were complicated:
"Only the King of Draenor is qualified to sit on this throne. Garrosh, in your opinion, what is the King of Draenor?"
Garrosh spoke impassionedly:
"There is a hidden crisis in the world of Draenor. Although the ogre empire is no longer as prosperous as it once was, it still threatens the safety of the orcs. The draenei are eyeing them. Their potential is unfathomable. The declining arakkoa are trying to resurrect the ancient gods. Xu
To rise again, only by annihilating all intelligent races in Draenor and establishing a civilization composed of pure orcs can we be qualified to become the king of Draenor."
Fenris pointed out seriously: "This is massacre and genocide."
Garrosh said cruelly: "There is no possibility of peace between races, either they will be wiped out, or other races will be wiped out."
Fenris said with an unbearable expression: "Garrosh, your vision is too short-sighted. There are countless races in the universe, and they have already reached a consensus through countless years of getting along. There cannot be one voice in the universe, and only peaceful coexistence is possible."
Hope, I’m sorry, my ideals are different from yours.”
"My goal is to build a unified orc group, without unifying the orc clans. What I want is that all the orcs can eat enough, have meat for every meal, live a comfortable life, and be able to do what they want to do without having to worry about themselves.
Worry about your own safety, live a valuable life in your limited life instead of working hard to survive, and don't have to worry about killing. Only by doing these can you be qualified to become the King of Draenor."
Garrosh sneered: "It's a great ideal, but if you can't do it, can your Thunder God clan guarantee that there will be meat every day?"
Fenris lowered his head and whispered: "It can't be done."
"So your ideal of changing the world is just empty talk." Garrosh said loudly:
"Orcs are doomed from birth. They must live in battles, bleed and sacrifice, rob other people's property, eat the flesh of other races, bring destruction and disaster like locusts, and become the nightmare of other races, bleeding and killing.
, non-stop fighting, non-stop slaughter, this is the mission of the orcs."
Fenris asked doubtfully: "What if we kill them all and rob them all?"
Garrosh said loudly: "Then enter other worlds and continue to repeat this process."
"How many orcs do you want to die on the battlefield!" Fenris asked tremblingly.
"Everything!" Garrosh said with a grin.
Fenris was silent for a long time and said:
"I will prove to you that you are wrong. The Thunder God clan advocates peace and will never be as ruthless as you."
Garrosh lived in the Thor clan. Fenris gradually introduced Garrosh to advanced cultivation techniques, seeds that could survive under ice and snow, different forging techniques, various herbs, and the application of magic. As a poet, Fenris
Reese continues to change the Thunder God clan in his own way.
There is no doubt that these advanced technologies come from the void creature Gromggar, who spread knowledge to the Thunder God clan through Fenris.
Fenris was not in good health due to hard work day and night. He said to Garrosh:
"If we want to change the entire orc clan, our generation alone is not enough. My ideal is to change the Thunder God clan before I die, and then spread knowledge and civilization to other clans and other races, and ultimately make all races in Draenor
Live a happy life.”
"The kindness of a woman!" Garrosh commented secretly.
Garrosh's ideal is only war, while Fenris needs peace. The differences between the two are getting bigger and bigger.
Agatha sees everything, and sooner or later a conflict will break out between Garrosh and Fenris.
In order for them to become friends, Agatha made a decision.
One day, Agatha brought Garrosh to a room.
"These are the children of Fenris. They are the hope for the future of the orcs. Garrosh, the good days of the orcs are coming."
Garrosh looked at the three children in front of him. The oldest was only fifteen or sixteen years old, and the other two were less than ten years old. They were thinner than their peers and looked childish.
What's surprising is that there is magic surrounding their bodies.
"Orcs who are proficient in magic." Garrosh exclaimed.
Agatha patted the children's thin shoulders and said softly:
"Fenris said that only magic can truly change the orcs. Powerful magic can change the world so that all orcs can have meat to eat and live a happy life. Unfortunately, the orcs' magic affinity is too poor, Professor Gromgar
After finding some methods, Fenris used his own children to experiment, and now he has initially achieved success. It won't be long before our next generation will change and establish a powerful magical civilization."
"This, this!"
Garrosh's mind was buzzing. What's the use of a warrior who can only use brute force to the next generation who knows magic?
It will only be eliminated.
"I'm not willing to give in!"
Garrosh gritted his teeth.
Agatha thought Garrosh was touched, and said expectantly:
"Garrosh, Fenris values you very much. I hope you can become friends and work together for the future of the orcs."
Suppressing his inner uneasiness, Garrosh grinned and said sincerely: