A familiar voice came, and Durotan stopped crying and saw his brother Fenris walking slowly.
"Did you die too?" Durotan couldn't tell whether he was sad or happy: "I didn't expect that many years later, our brothers would meet each other after death."
Fenris shook his head: "I am alive and well, Durotan. You must thank me for being able to recall the past. It was me who blessed the power of shadow in your soul."
Durotan felt vaguely uneasy, which meant that his soul was being controlled. He carefully took a step back and asked:
"What on earth are you going to do?"
Fenris looked complicated and murmured:
"There was once an orc who was about to be eaten by an ogre. I really shouldn't have saved him. If I had been given a chance... I understand his purpose, to establish the Iron Horde in the world of Draenor. I
I want to take revenge on him and destroy all his dreams, so I need an identity."
Durotan was baffled, and saw Fenris's muscles squirming rapidly, and his appearance and body shape changed, becoming exactly the same as Durotan.
"Oh my God! What kind of magic is this?"
Fenris smiled and said: "I will replace you and become the chief of the Frostwolf clan. By the way, I will also marry Draka."
Durotan protested loudly: "No, no, you can't do that. Draka already has my flesh and blood. We are true love."
"My dear brother, using drugs and other dirty tricks is not true love."
Fenris looked at Durotan mockingly:
"I used dark magic to induce birth, so that the child was born early. It was a boy, and he was sent to an unknown mysterious world. I had a hunch that he would return soon. I will let you stay with me as a witness.
Witnessing my revenge on my enemies with my own eyes is a very long process, but it will definitely be enjoyable."
Fenris grabbed Durotan's soul and forced it into a frost wolf skin as white as snow, which was left to Durotan by their mother. Their mother once made the two brothers swear in front of the frost wolf skin never to hurt Durotan.
Putting on the frost wolf skin, Fenris' sharp gaze gradually became distracted and became careless, as if he didn't care about anything.
From today on he is Durotan.
"Durotan, do you know what we three brothers have done wrong? The Iron Horde is nothing at all. In the near future, the Holy Light will come to Draenor, and all unclean people will be purged. I have made some preparations, but it is a pity that they
Killed by Janar, it's too late, the orcs will become history..."
"Durotan" successfully became the chief of the Frostwolf clan. Garrosh originally wanted to visit Durotan, but Grimac stopped him.
"You can't convince Durotan. One of the Seven Heroes of Draenor is on the opposite side of us. This is destined to happen. Next, let the orc clans unite and wait for the arrival of the Burning Legion, then resist them and master evil energy.
power, but will not cooperate with the Burning Legion."
Garrosh lowered his head and said unwillingly:
“What I saw along the way were cowardly cowards, clowns who please ogres, treacherous villains hiding behind women, speculators in the dark forest, murderers who killed their fathers with their own hands, villains who are greedy for pleasure,
Stupid betrayer, completely different from what I expected, this is not the result I want."
Grimac smiled and asked:
"So what do you want? A true hero, a capable orc, an idealist like Fenris? It's a pity that you don't like him. Garrosh, face your destiny, I know what you are afraid of,
If Fenris really understands you, you will be dead. Don't think that the Iron Horde in your mind is so great."
Garrosh took courage, raised his head and asked:
"Who the hell are you?"
Grimac blinked: "Give you a chance to guess my identity."
Garrosh covered his head and replied:
"I originally thought you were a Draenei and that you knew many historical secrets of the Draenei, but you didn't hide your knowledge of Azeroth in front of me, and you even knew more than I did. So.
You and I are from the same world. You know a lot of magic. Ogres shouldn't know such complicated spells. You are very powerful, but you don't act recklessly and always maintain restraint, so you can only be...
."
Grimac looked at Garrosh with a smile, waiting for his answer.
"You are Kairoz. You are not dead at all. You turned into an ogre and deceived me."
Grimac blinked and said with a smile: "What an unexpected answer."
Garrosh roared angrily:
"Do you still want to hide it? Who else knows so much magic, who knows so many historical secrets, and who knows everything except the bronze dragon."
Grimac seemed convinced and did not deny it:
"Okay, Garrosh, you can think of me as anyone. I'll help you achieve everything you want. Then just let nature take its course. Good luck to you, Garrosh Hellscream. When it's time for us to part ways,
I have a hunch that we will meet again in the future."
Grimac opened the portal and left, and Garrosh stood in the snow and ice, silent for a long time.
The Warsong Clan, Grom Hellscream, used thunderous means to reorganize their armaments and strengthen their troops, and their methods were extremely cruel.
Kargath Bladefist gathered the gladiators, united the wandering orcs in the wilderness, and established the Shattered Hand clan, but all those who joined must chop off one hand.
In Shadowmoon Valley, after Ner'zhul expelled his wife Rur'kan, he gradually reduced her wings and consolidated his power, and the Shadowmoon clan was bleeding like a river.
Deep in the ruins of the arakkoa, Gul'dan broke a leg and gained freedom. He united the orcs who were pursuing power like him and established the Shadow Council.
Tanaan Jungle, Kilrogg. Deadeye stood on a pile of arakkoa corpses, turning a blind eye to the fallen tribesmen behind him, and started a new journey.
Gorgrond, Blackhand, with the help of the most powerful fire element in the world of Draenor, created a warhammer, named it Doomhammer, and gave it to his best friend Orgrimmar.
In Frostfire Ridge, Fenris and Draka held a wedding, and the frost wolf skin they took off trembled all night.
Grimac stepped through the portal, his eyes quickly lost their luster, and he fell to the ground in a daze.
Eternal Dragon King Munoz smiled lightly and said: "With the joint efforts of the three of us, no flaw was exposed. History is destined to forget Grimac."
Robbie on the side breathed a sigh of relief: "This is the first time we have taken control of history. The world of Draenor no longer has secrets in front of us. The so-called Seven Heroes of Draenor are a joke."
Vanessa tilted her head: "Things are not over yet. The future will become more and more complicated, which makes it more interesting."
In the world of Draenor, when all the dust settled, the fleet slowly approached, and the Burning Legion arrived as expected. Kil'jaeden successfully contacted Ner'zhul, and deliberately kept a hand, using the evil power of the Legion to succeed.
Gul'dan was seduced.
However, in the depths of the universe, an even larger Army of Holy Light is ready to target Azeroth.