The orcs always mobilized all the people. Tens of thousands of orcs from the Frostwolf clan attacked Gromgar in a mighty manner, and there were also a similar number of frostwolves.
The orcs of the Thunder God Clan climbed up the city wall and guarded various strongholds with full vigilance. No matter how much the Frostwolf Clan yelled and cursed, they would not go out to fight until they received orders from Fenris.
The bones of Gromgar are full of strange legends. As long as the Thunder God Clan doesn't come out, the Frostwolf Clan really doesn't dare to attack.
Agatha climbed onto the Bone City Wall and saw the Frostwolf clan all over the mountains and plains, and was so anxious that she was sweating profusely.
"Where's Fenris? Why haven't you shown up yet? What's going on?"
Fenris and Janar are brothers. If they have any conflicts, they can't talk it out without having to fight each other.
An orc from the Thunder God Clan explained:
"They say Fenris killed Garad, the chieftain of the Frostwolf clan."
Agatha was obviously taken aback and asked: "When did it happen?"
"Just yesterday."
Agatha said categorically: "It's impossible. Fenris and I were together yesterday. This must be a misunderstanding."
Misunderstandings are not so easy to explain away.
Fenris sat under the Skeleton Throne, leaning against the legs of the chair, frowning, and couldn't help but sigh.
He knew very well the character of his younger brother Janal, who was determined to have his own way and had a fiery nature. As long as he was determined to do something, he would go all the way to the end, and even ten cleft-hoofed oxen could not stop him.
When his father Galad was alive, he could restrain him, but now that his father is gone, no one can restrain him anymore.
There is a woman in the Frostwolf clan named Draka. She is bold and resourceful. If she can form a partner, she can make up for Janal's impulsiveness.
It's a pity that this happened before the two got married.
There was a rumbling sound, and the shaman of the Frostwolf clan used the earthquake technique. Gromgar was extremely strong, except for a tremor and dust falling, but there was no serious problem.
Garrosh looked at the frowning Fenris and sat beside him.
"You probably don't want to listen to what I say. War is the only way to resolve misunderstandings. As long as you win, what you say is the truth and the misunderstanding will be resolved."
Fenris frowned and said sadly:
"But that's my brother, and the Frostwolf clan is my mother clan. How can I bear to see the orcs killing each other and bleeding like rivers?"
"Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain." Garrosh continued to advise:
"If I were you, I would quickly defeat the Frostwolf Clan with Thunder Strike and try to kill as few people as possible. As long as you use that kind of power, it shouldn't be difficult to do it. The Frostwolf Clan has been defeated and surrendered. You take the initiative to remove it.
A misunderstanding turned into an act of kindness. If you don’t do anything, do you know what the consequences will be?”
Garrosh's eyes widened and he threatened fiercely:
"Janar can use you to make a big fuss about killing your father, letting all the orc clans in Draenor know about it. Although killing his father is nothing at all among the chiefs, many chiefs have done it, but it can be used as a
The reason for the war. If nothing else, if the Blackstone Clan takes the opportunity to attack, how should you respond? I heard that the new chief of the Blackstone Clan, Blackhand, is eager to make a name for himself."
Fenris hit his head hard. He had never thought of the consequences, but it was a pity that he was facing the Frostwolf clan and his younger brother Janar.
"Garrosh!"
Fenris said sincerely:
"Jannar is very stubborn and will not listen to the persuasion of the tribe, but you are an outsider. I hope you can serve as a lobbyist to the Frostwolf clan to help us resolve the misunderstanding."
Garrosh looked at Fenris in confusion and raised his voice:
"As a friend, I am willing to help you, even if I risk being bitten to death by a large pack of frost wolves, but do you really know your brother? How can Janal not see through such a simple frame-up?"
Fenris lowered his head. This was the guess he least wanted to face. He was always avoiding it in his heart, but unfortunately it was the closest to the truth.
Although Janar is reckless, he is definitely not without brains. He is probably using this matter to test Fenris.
If Fenris showed too much weakness, Janar would press forward step by step until he tested the bottom line. Janar was also ambitious.
"He is my brother after all!" Fenris still can't let go of his family affection.
The corner of Garrosh's mouth curled up slightly: "As you wish, I will try it now, but I still want to advise you: A great great man once said that how cruel your heart is, how great your future achievements will be.
Fenris, you disappoint me very much. If you become the king of Draenor, the orcs will definitely be unlucky."
Watching Garrosh's leaving back, Fenris's heart felt like a knife being cut in pain. It wasn't until Agatha was by his side that he felt comforted.
Fenris covered his forehead, suddenly thought of something, and ordered:
"Take Fettils and the others away and go through the secret passage to the hiding place we prepared before. Agatha, I can only trust you."
Fettels is the eldest son of Fenris and is most likely to become an orc magician.
Agatha's eyes widened in surprise:
"Things haven't reached that point yet. Gromgar is extremely strong and the Frostwolf Clan can't attack it."
Fenris' expression was serious, a gloomy aura came over his face, and he looked somewhat majestic at this moment.
"This matter is not that simple. I'm sure there are ogres behind me, but what I'm most worried about is that there are people within the Thunder God clan who have been watching us. I don't want to be distracted when dealing with the enemy.
Worry about the home front."
Fenris gained the power of the Thunder God Clan. It was definitely not a sudden move and everyone expected him to return, but a cruel road of bloodshed. Although the former chief of the Thunder God Clan died, his cronies were still there, and the hatred was hidden deep in his heart.
May erupt.
Fenris's three children are his only weakness. As long as they are safe, Fenris can use his fists unscrupulously.
Agatha nodded, Fenris had made preparations many years ago.
No one knows the secret hiding place except Agatha, whom I trust most.
After Agatha took the order and left, Fenris stood up, walked to the back of the throne, and opened a secret door.
This secret room is the most mysterious brain chamber within Gromgar. Only those who have been approved are eligible to enter.
In the center of the brain ventricle, a black sphere slowly rotated, shrouded in clouds and mist, as if a universe was wrapped inside.
"Fenris, I see your concerns, what makes you suffer so much."
Fenris knelt on the ground and said piously:
"Great Gromgar, my father was killed. Janar said it was me who did it and led the army to attack him. What should I do?"
"Do you know why you are recognized by me? Because you are different from other orcs. You have precious family ties in your heart. I will help you resolve the misunderstanding. If the evidence is right in front of you, Janal still refuses to give up, proving that he
Already consumed by ambition, you can defeat him and the Frostwolf clan."
In front of the omnipotent Gromgar, all problems have solutions. The black sphere spits out a transparent ball of light, which falls into Fenris's hands.
Fenris felt as if he had found a treasure, carefully put away the ball of light, and said gratefully:
"Thanks to the great Grom'gar, I no longer have any doubts in my mind."