Many years ago, the two brothers also talked face to face. At that time, they were still very young and had lofty ideals and ambitions.
His father, Galad, brought two cups and put a paper ball in each. As the elder brother, Fenris chose first. The paper ball had the name Thor Clan written on it.
The smart Fenris has long known that the words on the two paper balls are exactly the same. He is more brave and resourceful than Janar, and is suitable for the undercover Thor clan.
From then on, Fenris remained anonymous and joined the feuding Thunder God clan as an outsider.
Those were difficult and unbearable days. Fenris suffered countless hardships and almost died many times.
If it hadn't been for Grom'gar's unexpected recognition, Fenris would have been almost impossible to succeed.
Although he was drifting away, Fenris's heart never changed, and he kept in mind the words of his father before leaving:
"My son, the Thundergod clan and the Frostwolf clan share the same blood. They should have united to fight against the ogres, but because of the short-sightedness of the orcs and the accumulation of hatred from generation to generation, they have become like fire and water and cannot be reconciled. For the sake of the orcs in the frost
For the continuation of Huoling, changes must be made. This road is very difficult, but you must persevere."
Fenris has suffered numerous setbacks, but has never lost his pure heart.
Instead, Janal changed.
Fenris was thinking about something and was a little absent-minded. Janar's eyes were darting around, trying to find an opportunity to escape.
But as long as his body changes slightly, the tentacles will immediately turn around and still lock firmly on his heart.
After a while, Fenris finally recovered his thoughts and looked at his brother seriously.
"My dear brother, in your opinion, it doesn't matter who the enemy who killed your father is, but I still want to show you the truth."
Throwing out the transparent ball of light given by Gromgar, a clear scene appeared in front of the two of them.
Lord Gor'thorg of the Blade Tower and Chief Bogar of the Bloodmaul plotted to kill Galad and provoke a dispute between the Frostwolf and Thundergod clans, and word for word fell into their ears.
There was also an orc who was discussing with him. Although his face was unclear, Fenris and Jarnar both judged that it was their brother Durotan.
Now that the matter has come to this, Janar can only give in and whisper:
"I'm sorry, brother, it was my fault."
Fenris shook his head and smiled bitterly: "It's meaningless. As long as I leave the Frostwolf clan's camp, I will still be my father's murderer."
Janar asked in panic: "How on earth are you going to trust me? Do you want me to die too?"
Fenris sighed: "We are all defeated. Durotan is the winner in the end. No, he can't win either. The ogre is the final winner."
Janar was as frightened as a criminal waiting to be sentenced. Fenris glanced at him with pity:
"Blood for blood, tooth for tooth, Janar, I want you to be as childless as I am."
"What are you talking about? They are all your relatives. We have the same blood in our bodies. You can't do this. You have no humanity."
Janal panicked, sweat flowing down his cheeks. Although he was not married yet, he already had as many as twelve illegitimate children.
Fenris smiled and said: "You will never show mercy when you kill your relatives."
That night, a big event happened in the Frostwolf clan's camp.
Twelve illegitimate sons of the acting chief Janal died suddenly, and their heads were hung on the flagpole. No one knew who the murderer was.
At the same time, Janar disappeared, and Fenris, the chief of the Thunder God clan, also disappeared at the same time.
A poaching team hides in a snow-covered cave.
The frost wolf skin of Frostfire Ridge is thick and tough, with smooth and white fur. It has always been in high demand and is very popular among upper-class ogres and orc chiefs.
Every year, poaching teams come to Frostfire Ridge to hunt Frost Wolves. Interestingly, it is not the Frost Wolf Clan that attacks these poachers, but the Thunder God Clan, which does not raise Frost Wolves.
This team was very unlucky. As soon as they arrived at Frostfire Ridge, they encountered a war between the Frostwolves and the Thundergod clan. They could only hide in the cave and wait for the war to pass.
An elegant-looking orc found the poaching team and asked the leader with a smile:
"Do you want slaves?"
Behind the elegant orc, a burly orc was tied tightly, his crotch was soaked red with blood, he was listless, and his eyes were dark.
It looked like it could be sold at a good price. The leader asked:
"How much?"
"A copper coin!"
“So cheap!”
Fenris grinned, showing his neat teeth:
"Because he is my brother!"
The Frostwolf and Thundergod clans lost their leaders overnight. The two sides stopped fighting, and the Frostwolf clan retreated to Vo'gall.
The clan cannot live without its chief for a day, and the elders of the Frostwolf clan plan to welcome Durotan back.
Lord Gorthorg of Blade Tower and Chief Bogar of Bloodmaul gave Durotan a farewell party. There was a hot hot pot on the table, and the wide cauldron was enough to stew a clefthoof cow.
The heat was boiling in the cauldron, and a variety of fruits and vegetables were prepared on the table, but there was no meat.
Durotan was so happy that he inherited the position of chief of the Frostwolf clan and married his beloved Draka. Overnight, Durotan rose from a down-and-out orc to the top.
Gorthogg said with a smile: "Brother Durotan, although you and I are not of the same race, we feel like old friends when we see each other. From now on, this Frostfire Ridge will be our world."
Bojalpi smiled and said: "Fenris of the Thunder God clan has disappeared. I heard that his health has been poor. Janar killed his three sons. I'm afraid he has already died. Durotan, do you have the confidence?"
Annex the Thunder God clan?"
Durotan was overjoyed and said repeatedly: "If I can get the support of you two, this matter will be very promising. I swear, from now on, the orcs in Frostfire Ridge will be the slaves of the ogres."
Gorsogg patted Durotan on the shoulder and said: "I am very optimistic about you, unifying Frostfire Ridge, and then annexing other clans step by step. We are very much looking forward to your success."
Bogar followed suit: "May all the orcs in Draenor be slaves of the ogres."
Just as Durotan was about to express his loyalty, Gorthorg suddenly took action and strangled him by the throat, making him unable to make a sound.
At the same time, Bogar subdued Durotan from behind and immersed his head in the hot pot.
Durotan struggled fiercely and remained motionless for a short time. The two ogre lords threw him into the hot pot and smiled at each other.
The Frostwolf clan falling into disintegration is what the ogres want to see.
A pile of bones were thrown into the garbage dump by the seaside, just like the orcs that were eaten by ogres before.
I don't know how long it took, but Durotan woke up quietly and found that he only had his soul left.
"What is this place?"
Durotan stood on the rubbish pile, recalling the events of his life and crying loudly.
Storm Barrier.
It was just dawn, and Varian, Khadgar, and Maraad were not sleepy at all.
Varian smiled bitterly and said: "People will always die. Just as Medivh wishes, open the Dark Portal and let Azeroth be destroyed!"
Maraad whispered: "For Medivh's wishes, our deaths are worth it."
Khadgar smiled mockingly to himself: "His Majesty the King can stay in the rear, but I have to lead a group of cannon fodder to die on my own initiative. How boring and desperate."
Even if you stand at the pinnacle of power in this world, you still cannot control your destiny. You are just a chess piece on the chessboard.
Not to mention how many people don't even have the chance to become pawns.