Thirty-five years ago, parallel to the world of Draenor, the Nagrand Prairie.

There is no messy and broken floating gravel, no colorful cosmic turbulence, and everything is so peaceful in the steppe that you can't see the edge, it can be regarded as the wind blowing the grass and seeing the cattle and sheep.

On a small hill with beautiful scenery and a pleasant feeling, two uninvited guests have been camping here for several days.

Garrosh scrutinized the landscape of the nearby area over and over again, and for days he had not found any sign of Warsong Scouts, a small hill on the edge of Warsong Clan territory, and there was no need to patrol here in this peaceful time.

Hordes of ogres would only come from the west in the direction of the Hammer Castle, while the rest of the orc clans would come from the east, and if Garrosh remembered correctly, no one would come to hunt this season, and the Hunting Moon had just ended.

He remembered the last time he stood on this hill when he was very young, and...

No, it wasn't the hill he stood on when he was younger, it wasn't the trees he climbed, it wasn't the grass he crossed with his fingers, it was a completely different parallel world.

But grandmother ...

Thinking of this, Garrosh sighed heavily, he missed Grandmother Gaiaan, and he also knew that his escape and disappearance would definitely make his grandmother extremely worried and anxious, he had failed his grandmother, and he was sorry for her.

Although Garrosh is radical and sometimes stunned, he is not a fool without political intelligence, and he knows that if he continues to go to prison honestly and wait for the universal trial, the tribal officials will definitely save him without worrying about his life.

Thrall will interfere, Grom will interfere, all the orcs who remember their good will interfere, and Grandmother Gaia will also give up her old face and come out to interfere in the same way.

Don't underestimate this seemingly powerless orc grandmother, the tribe has respected her for two consecutive generations of big chiefs, and she is also related, and even the king of Sarufar has great respect for her, so if Grandmother Gaiaan really stands up and speaks, all the orc bosses will give a big face.

But now, he still escaped from prison, presumably the tribal officials must be extremely angry at the moment, and Grandmother Gaiaan must also be worried about herself.

Forgive me, grandmother, and say goodbye.

Thinking of this, Garrosh sighed again.

"The world you see now is not exactly the same as the Draenor world you lived in before, I have spent my life learning about the time tunnel and the flow of time, I have seen countless parallel worlds in the quicksand of time, if you have to compare the specific shape of each blade of grass one by one, you will definitely drive yourself crazy. ”

Kenoz sat down by the extinguished campfire and spoke to Garrosh, who shook his head, clearly not wanting to say anything more about the annoying bronze dragon.

It's not the first time you've actually arrived in a parallel world, so what are you pretending to be!

Garrosh didn't reply, he stood up, raised his hand to block out the somewhat glare of the sun, and stared at the steppe as the sun set.

The hill was a safe place to rest, and the low, lush grass beneath it could easily be exposed by an intruder or attacker.

At this moment, a violent energy fluctuation burst in, and Garrosh turned around and looked up in confusion, looking at the giant pillar of golden energy light in the far sky, which was the direction of Shadow Moon Valley.

What the hell are they doing? Aren't the Draenei at this time supposed to be low-key and non-existent.

"It should be some small deviation in the parallel world, don't care, they can't make any big waves. ”

Kenoz also saw the pillar of holy light, but the bronze dragon didn't care and set up a big flag.

Then Kenoz lay down lazily and placed the huge curved hourglass in his hand in front of his eyes, blocking the sun in the sky, and the large hourglass shimmered bronze under the refraction of the campfire and the rays of the setting sun.

"Don't care about the Draenei, I'd suggest you follow my plan and reach out to the Warsong Clan at once, and report your Hellroar last name and your relationship with Grom, so ... ”

"In that case, maybe Bloodroar will cut off your and my heads, are you a fool, let me just go to the Warsong Clan and tell Grom that I'm his son?" Garrosh replied coldly, looking back at the bronze dragon.

Kenoz pursed his lips when he heard this, and the proud expression of the High Elves was particularly abrupt on the face of the orc incarnation, with a strong sense of disobedience.

"Your father and his little axe can't hurt me at all, unless he has wings. ”

Garrosh laughed a few times and shook his head, now he had a deeper understanding of the ignorance and arrogance of this bronze dragon.

The roaring "little axe" blood roar of hell can't hurt your bronze dragon? Well... There is nothing to say.

It seems that a certain high-ranking abyss lord brother also thought so at the beginning, and it seems that a certain forest demigod also thought so at the beginning.

Oh, isn't he just a tiny orc, what can he do to me!

Well, how do you know best.

"If you want, you can try it for yourself, under the blade of the bloody roar, you are not inferior to a dragon. ”

Kenoz, for his part, smiled disapprovingly, clearly disdainful of continuing to discuss what seemed to him an extremely superficial and stupid subject.

"So... Have you made a decision? What are you going to do next?"

"Yes. Garrosh nodded slightly.

"What is it?"

Garrosh tried to control his tone, "It's time for us to go our separate ways." ”

He replied.

This ignorant damn bronze dragon, what he has in mind, Garrosh also knows it.

First there are the demons of the Burning Legion, and then there is this bronze dragon, who one by one tries in vain to control and enslave the orcs, turning the orc tribe into a tool that they can use in their hands.

But orcs are never slaves, and if you want to enslave them, then you should first taste the orc tomahawk.

If Kenoz is interested, this is his last chance.

You take your Yangguan Road, I cross my single-plank bridge, orcs are not cowards who don't know how to repay gratitude, if they get together and disperse, maybe they can cooperate again in the future, so that he can become a friend of the tribe in this parallel Draenor world.

Unfortunately, Kenoz doesn't seem interested.

He didn't want to be a friend of the tribe, he wanted to be the master, he wanted more, not just friendships and gratitude.