There is a message circulating among the many tribes of orcs. A soothsayer arrives at the Warsong Clan in Nagrand and becomes Grom's guest of honor.

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Blackstone Clan

"It's incredible that there's someone who can make that guy Grom respect." The orcs stopped their daily sparring with their chieftain, the immense size and equally weight of the legendary Hammer of Doom in his hand made the ground tremble beneath his feet.

"Hahahaha, maybe our brother is like I ran into you. He's probably the best friend he's ever had in his life. Well, Orgrimmar, if you're interested, head to Nagrand. And the guy who can be recognized by Grom is definitely a powerful warrior! "The orc chief who spoke had a black, hard, rock-like arm. That's a testament to his bravery, the origin of his surname, and the price of picking up weapons for his deputy.

"Blackhan, the prophet is more likely to be a wise man like a shaman. Don't always think about fighting, use your brain. "Orgrimmar, the legendary Great Chief of the Orcs, is now only the deputy of the Black Hand.

"It's enough to have you in your brain, you're an orc fox."

"I can't do anything about you, brother."

"Hahahaha! All I have to do is charge. ”

"Chief!" A Blackstone warrior arrives, and he has something important to say.

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Blood Cave Clan

"Chief..."

"I see." Kilrog waved his hand to interrupt what his people were about to say. He glared into his own one-eyed gaze at the guy who had defied the elements and the ancestors.

"Go back and tell your master, the blood cave will go."

The Sneaky Man, shrouded in a cloak, said subtly, "I hope so, Chief Kilrog. Hey, hey, hey..."

Then he left, and the people around Kilrog wanted to say something more. But their chieftain told them to step down.

When the old chief was alone in the room, he whispered, "Grom, it seems that you are right. ”

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Frost Fire Ridge

This strange land has always been covered in heavy snow, but it is full of lava. The Thor Clan coexists with the Frostwolf Clan.

Let's not talk about the young Sarufar brothers in Thor. The frost wolf sent off two groups of visitors one after another.

"What did Dulongtan, Grom, and Gul'dan say?"

"It's okay, Draka. You don't have to worry. ”

"I know you have your own way, and I believe your decision was the right one." This woman, who is rare among orcs, returned to her room to rest, and her empathy was Durotan's greatest luck.

The chief of the Frostwolf Clan looked at the snow outside the door and didn't know what to think, but Frostfang's fur always gave him reason.

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Nagrand

"Chief, we're here." An orc with a crippled arm and an iron hook asked his chieftain. Strangely enough, this is true of all the orcs in this team.

The pale-skinned orc chief came to the gates of the Warsong Clan, and he opened his voice and shouted, "Grom, I'm here." Open the door. ”

"I knew you were coming, Kargas. You will definitely not let me down. Grom Hellroar walked out of camp to greet the old friend. He laughed and beat his chest with the Broken Hand Chieftain.

"Come on, brother. Let's face the future of orcs together. ”

"Oh? I'm going to see who that so-called prophet is. ”

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Shadowmoon Valley

"Prophet, the orcs don't know what's going on lately. They're gathering their own people, and I'm worried..."

"Don't worry, kid. Our people are ready. Let's hope... Hopefully, those children won't go astray. ”

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"Naozu, what are you thinking about?"

"Guldan, I'll go. When the time comes, Shadow Moon will naturally decide her own fate. ”

"I hope so, my... Mentor. ”

"Goodbye, Chieftain of the Stormreapers."

"Hehehe..."

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Ten days later, in the depths of the Tanian jungle. The orc gathering that Gul'dan had been gathering for a long time had finally begun.

Facing the noisy orcs in the audience, the master warlock of the Shadow Council, the master warlock gently slammed his crutch into the ground.

There was a bang, and the sound came far away.

"Quiet"

The crowd fell silent, Guldan's curved back was pressed by the huge distorted bones, and the red light in his eyes flickered slightly as he lowered his head.

"Warriors of the tribes, heroes of the orcs. and our great chiefs. I've discovered a new world..."As soon as Guldan's words fell, the crowd became noisy again. He had to quiet them again.

"Before I finish my sentence, the power of that world is very strong. With our current strength, we simply cannot completely occupy it. ”

"Nonsense!" The tall Blackstone Chief stood up, "Orcs are the most powerful. No one is an opponent of the orcs. We will tear all enemies apart! ”

The Black Hand's words caused the orcs to start yelling, and they agreed with the Blackstone Chieftain.

"Hehe, think of Shadow Moon Valley, think of Talado." But Gul'dan's retort made the orcs stop cheering, the Draenei.

"They... They are friends, not enemies. A young orc expressed his notions, and his words caught Gul'dan's attention.

"Your name, little one."

"Brookhiga, Brookhiga Sarufal. From the Thor Clan. ”

"Maybe they may seem to you to be friends, but will they always be friends?"

The warlock's words left the little orc speechless, and Gul'dan saw him quiet. "If it weren't for the small number of Draenei, we wouldn't even be the masters of Draenor!" Orcs aren't strong enough, so we need strength! ”

"Where is the power, Gul'dan?" The older Kirrogra stopped the black hand beside him, who was still trying to speak, and he asked what Gul'dan meant.

"Right here, Chief."

Gul'dan peeked out at the stone platform behind him.

There was a large stone basin filled with a green, viscous liquid.

Kilrog and Durotan, who had not spoken, frowned, feeling that the thing was dangerous.

"That's what you say, power?" Grom was the first to go up, he took the cup that Gul'dan had handed him, and filled it to its fullest.

"Drink, hell roar, drink. Drink it and you're the most powerful. ”

"So at what cost? Gul'dan. "The roar of hell is not drunk in one go, and only giving gives power, which is a truth that orcs have always known. So what is the effort to gain this power?

Gul'dan removed the hood from his head, and the blood-red eyes on his ugly countenance, which were very different from the blue eyes of the orcs, indicated his evil.

"All this ......"

Grom looked at the cup in his hand, or rather the liquid in it.

He took two steps around the stone platform, popped, and threw it back into the basin with Gul'dan's shocked expression.

"Hahahaha, stupid mortal, how dare you refuse this gift? Drink it now, and I can still forgive you. "The huge figure came out of the shadows, and if he didn't speak, the orcs didn't even know about his existence. Gul'dan bowed his already bent waist and retreated, showing his humility.

But at the last moment, a voice appeared in another place.

"Manolos... You're really, not at all tasteful. ”

"Who?"