An orc society full of warmth is certainly good, and Fenris’s ideal is very great.
Unfortunately, the rules of this world are: being a good person requires paying a price, but being a bad person can lead to success and do whatever one wants.
Smart orcs are willing to abandon their conscience, and the life of good people becomes increasingly difficult.
So Garrosh decided to be a bad guy.
Stepping into the Frostwolf clan's camp and listening to the howling of the Frostwolves, Garrosh already had a plan in mind.
Several Frostwolf veterans searched Garrosh's body and bound him tightly to see Jarnar.
Jarnar has a burly figure. He is short, has thick limbs, and has a square body. He looks at Garrosh with a pair of ferocious small eyes.
"I hate orcs who are taller than me, so you must die, feed him to the frost wolves, and hang his head on the flagpole."
Garrosh was well prepared and said loudly:
"In the future world, I have heard of your name."
"Future world?"
Janar's eyes shone slightly, stood up, and looked at Garrosh seriously:
"Who is my wife?"
"Drakka, you have a son named Thrall!" Garrosh said nonsensically.
"Sal, a slave, there is no way I would name my son such a name." Janar said with a skeptical attitude.
Garrosh said without changing his expression: "Your son was raised by the Draenei. You took many detours in the future, although you later successfully recognized your son."
Human is an unfamiliar word in Draenor, so Garrosh could only change it to Draenei to make it easier for Janar to understand.
Janar was silent for a long time, then laughed evilly:
"Interesting story, come here, chop him into pieces and feed it to the frost wolves. Don't forget to chop off the head."
"The real murderer of your father was your brother Fenris." Garrosh said very quickly.
Deep in Janal's heart, he insisted that his brother was not the real murderer. The unexpected answer successfully aroused Janal's interest. After hesitating for a long time, he lowered his voice and said:
"You're not here to be a lobbyist."
Garrosh shrugged, speechless.
Janar said with a gloomy face: "It seems we need to talk in private."
After retreating from the crowd, Janar looked at Garrosh, who was tied up tightly across from him, and whispered:
"Speaking of which, what is my brother's conspiracy?"
Garrosh did not answer directly, but asked: "Did you know that you have three nephews, the eldest of whom is called Fettels?"
Janar nodded: "Of course I know, even though I have never seen them."
Garrosh leaned forward slightly and said mysteriously: "Then do you know that your brother is about to die?"
Janar was slightly surprised and rolled his eyes:
"Fenris turned out to be stronger than me. Since serving Gromgar, his body has become thinner and thinner. People call him a poet instead of a warrior."
The corners of Garrosh's mouth curled up slightly, as if he saw that Janar had fallen into a trap and just needed to add fire:
"Gromgar is very powerful. Your three nephews have terrible magical talents. Fenris believes that they are the hope of the orcs. He hopes that the next generation of the orcs can be proficient in magic. To realize this ideal, obstacles must be cleared. Unfortunately,
Fenris' days are numbered."
Janal stood up abruptly, his face flushed with anger:
"So he wants to kill my father, me, and even the entire Frostwolf clan. No, in this case, why doesn't Fenris launch an attack?"
Garrosh smiled and said: "Because the Thunder God clan is not stable internally, Fenris needs to send the three children to a safe place. It can be expected that there will be a war soon, and many people from the Thunder God clan and the Frostwolf clan will die.
People, including you and Fenris."
"Then my three lovely nephews will naturally inherit the two clans of Frostwolf and Thor."
Janar thought up the entire plan and said self-righteously:
"Fenris is so calculating!"
Garrosh added: "Fenris wanted to establish a clan of magical orcs, and his original intention was good. Unfortunately, he didn't know that it would bring disaster to the orcs. I came back from the future just to stop Fenris. I talked to him, but it's a pity that
He is very stubborn, Janar, and the task of saving Draenor falls on your shoulders."
Ja'nar is still skeptical about Garrosh's so-called coming from the future.
Garrosh grinned: "I will prove it. For example, the hiding place of the three Fenris children is a secret, but I from the future know that place."
Janar touched the beard on his chin and sneered: "Could it be a trap?"
Garrosh praised: "You are smarter and more cautious than your brother. You can send several subordinates to capture the three nephews. The place is hidden and only Agatha protects them."
Janar shook his head stubbornly and said, "No, I will go there in person, and you have to go with me."
This was somewhat beyond Garrosh's expectations. He believed that Grimac had been secretly protecting him and his safety could be guaranteed.
The hiding place of Agatha and the three children is located in the Bone Slag Forge, which was originally a mine of the Thor clan, but had to be abandoned due to the sudden appearance of magma bugs and molten crocodiles.
Garrosh led the way, as if he was very familiar with this place. He successfully avoided swarms of magma bugs and giant molten crocodiles, and saw Agatha and three children in the deepest part of the mine.
Agatha looked at Janar in horror, and at the same time saw Garrosh following behind, and said in shock and anger:
"Garrosh, it's you, how did you find this place?"
Agatha bravely raised her axe, but was quickly subdued by a swarm of orcs. Janar grabbed Agatha's head and slammed it to the ground.
Poor Agatha didn't know until her death that Grimac had left a magical mark on her body so that Garrosh could find him.
The three children were short in stature, and the practice of magic required years of accumulation. The eldest, Fettis, barely managed to cast a fireball spell, but it didn't hit anyone.
"Look, if you are allowed to grow, will there still be a place for us in Frostfire Ridge?"
Janar rushed up and broke his neck with force. The other two children were also immersed in the lava.
"Hahaha, it's so enjoyable. I like the hearty slaughter."
Janal laughed crazily:
"Fenris, I said, I will make you pay with blood."
Returning to the Frostwolf clan's camp, Garrosh was freed and became a guest.
Garrosh knew that the hatred between the Frostwolves and the Thunder Gods was irreconcilable, and a war would soon break out. In order to avoid being affected, Garrosh took advantage of the night and left.
Janal was drunk and was about to have a rest when he returned to the room and saw his brother unexpectedly.
Fenris stretched out a translucent tentacle from his right hand and locked it firmly on Janar's heart. Janar suddenly woke up and did not dare to call his subordinates, forcing a smile.
"It's surprising, isn't it? The Frostwolf clan is not monolithic. I have many close followers."
Fenris sat on the bed and pointed to the chair opposite:
"Sit down and I'll tell you who killed our father."
Janal sat down obediently, as well-behaved as a child.
Fenris felt disappointed:
"The thing I regret most in my life is saving Garrosh in Blade Tower Fortress."