The warlocks of the Shadow Council are very powerful. Even if they are fused with the Heart of Gronn and Grom Hellscream, they are still no match for any warlock.
What's more, there are more than twenty warlocks here, all of whom are elite members of the Shadow Council.
Gul'dan smiled ferociously and pointed the staff at Garrosh:
"Take him, my midnight snack!"
Unexpectedly, the warlocks did not take any action, and Gul'dan's expression suddenly changed.
"It's surprising, isn't it?" Garrosh said with a proud smile:
"As I said, times have changed. Your warlock has been bribed by me a long time ago. Without the support of the Burning Legion, you are nothing."
The warlocks of the Shadow Council surrounded Gul'dan. Although Gul'dan was the strongest member of the Shadow Council, it was a pity that he could not withstand the overwhelming number of people on the other side.
After a series of dazzling magic, Gul'dan surrendered, showing a panicked expression.
Garrosh snatched Gul'dan's staff and sneered:
"Gul'dan, at least until the Dark Portal is built, you will be very useful."
Gul'dan's eyes flashed fiercely, and he finally lowered his head and said nothing.
After Mannoroth self-destructed, the chiefs of various tribes rushed back one after another, and the Chiefs Conference was reconvened, but unfortunately this time there was no blood of Mannoroth.
The chiefs were immediately indignant, with dissatisfaction written all over their faces.
Garru had already prepared. The warlocks of the Shadow Council surrounded the venue, watching with eager eyes. Dozens of terrifying hellfires fell from the sky, and the fire of evil energy baked the earth.
Garrosh glanced at the frightened faces of the chiefs and shouted loudly:
"Everyone kneel down!"
The hellfire pressed forward step by step. First, the chiefs of the weak clans knelt on the ground and kowtowed vigorously.
The chief of the great clan who held the real power still refused to give in. Garrosh looked at Kargath first. After all, he was not a real arena champion and had long been frightened. He noticed Garrosh's gaze and bent his legs.
, staggering and kneeling on the ground.
Next was Kilrogg, feeling the murderous glare of Garrosh and muttering to himself:
"I saw the prophecy, today should not be the day of my death!"
After saying that, he knelt on the ground, bowed his head to Garrosh.
Orgrimmar glanced at the stubborn Black Hand, shook his head, and knelt on the ground with his knees bent.
The orc chief knelt on the ground, leaving Black Hand alone. The terrifying hellfire suppressed the power of fire in Black Hand's body, and he finally sighed and knelt on the ground.
Garrosh smiled with satisfaction:
"That's right, remember your identity, you are just a bunch of useless trash, a bunch of rubbish, the bugs on the ground are more useful than you."
Then, Garrosh nodded to Grom:
"It's time to start."
Grom Hellscream was still frightened, and Garrosh used thunderous means to intimidate the chiefs of various tribes. This was undoubtedly the most effective method.
The only thing I don't understand is why Garrosh doesn't treat him like this. Is it just because they have the same last name?
Although Grom did not kneel, he did not dare to go against Garrosh's wishes. This young orc was too terrifying. For example, when he bribed the Shadow Council and what methods he used, Grom had no idea at all.
Glancing at the Blood Roar in his hand, which was covered with the smelly blood of Mannoroth, Grom took a deep breath, raised the Blood Roar, and shouted:
"Today, the orcs in the world of Draenor have stood up. For the first time, we have taken control of our own destiny. We are no longer under any coercion. We are free and no longer slaves of the Burning Legion. Everyone follows me and shouts: Orcs will never
As a slave.”
A sparse voice came, and the chief kneeling on the ground said feebly:
"Orcs will never be slaves."
Garrosh grabbed the head of a small tribal chief and twisted it off, causing blood to spurt out on Lao Gao.
"Trash, please speak louder."
The chiefs were trembling with fear and shouted at the top of their lungs:
"Orcs will never be slaves."
The shouts echoed in the mountains. This was a big day for the orcs in the world of Draenor, a turning point in history, marking that the orcs had truly gained "freedom."
Without the obstruction of the Burning Legion, Garrosh successfully established his Iron Horde in Draenor.
The Cursed Land, the other side of the Dark Portal.
Khadgar established a camp, gathered the top space mages in Azeroth, spent countless resources, and finally linked the Dark Portal to the world of Draenor thirty-five years ago. What follows?
What needs to be done is to gather a team and cross the Dark Portal.
"We need true warriors to cross the Dark Portal with me. King Varian, I hope you can become a member of the warriors."
The hungover Varian raised his head and said feebly:
"Is there no cemetery in Azeroth? Khadgar, you are going to die yourself, don't drag me with you."
"Trolls have a long history in Azeroth, and as the chief of the tribe, you have the responsibility and obligation to contribute to the safety of Azeroth."
Khadgar rushed to Orgrimmar without stopping to persuade Vol'jin in person.
Wojin raised his head from the mountain of government affairs, shrugged and said:
"I'm sorry, Archmage Khadgar. I really want to do my part for Azeroth, but as you have seen, the Horde cannot do without me."
Khadgar ran around, but unfortunately the leaders of the Alliance and the Horde rejected him. Only Thrall was willing to answer Khadgar's call, but he was sent a substitute.
Helpless, Khadgar could only use deception, summoned some adventurers as cannon fodder, and barely cobbled together a team.
The day to attack the Dark Portal has arrived, and the first batch of cannon fodder troops have crossed the Dark Portal, proving the stability of the Dark Portal.
The second team is the elite of Azeroth's self-organized organization. It is not controlled by Khadgar and has successfully crossed the Dark Portal.
It was soon going to be Khadgar's turn, anxiously pacing back and forth in front of the Dark Portal.
At this moment, he still holds a trump card, a substitute created by magic, with half the strength of Khadgar, who can cross the Dark Portal on his behalf.
Warden Cordana Felsong sent a note and handed it to Khadgar.
"The latest intelligence is that Garrosh teamed up with Grom Hellscream to enslave the orc chieftain of the Draenor world."
Khadgar's eyelids twitched, he glanced at Maraad who was not far away, and asked in a low voice: "Is the information true?"
Cordana Xiege nodded:
"It's absolutely true. According to Prince Anduin's testimony, we have reason to suspect that Maraad deceived us and exaggerated the strength of the orc chief."
Khadgar's eyes narrowed slightly and he smiled:
"Maraad didn't lie. He was just frightened by the orcs and lost his judgment."
History proves that Garrosh finally paid the price for his arrogance.
Although he once served as the warchief of the Horde, how does Garrosh's experience compare with Kil'jaeden, who destroyed thousands of worlds? The Iron Horde may seem powerful, but it is internally decayed and has low combat effectiveness. The orcs easily destroyed Delai
The Ni people and the Iron Horde suffered a huge setback.
After the defeat of the Iron Horde, Garrosh faked his death and sneaked back to Orgrimmar. He teamed up with King Saurfang to try to regain his position as chief, but was finally eaten by the demonized Thrall.
It was then that Garrosh realized how naive he was.