The Orcs was so thin he was just skin and bones, his face was pale and he was malnourished.
Orcs are the most typical race that respects the strong.
The disabled, frail, seriously ill, or useless elderly members of the tribe were considered wasteful of food.
If food is scarce, they will be eaten; otherwise, they are usually driven into the wild to fend for themselves.
Seeing that the Orcs had no weapons and that his tattered leather clothes couldn't conceal any sharp objects, Garrosh immediately guessed his origins and nonchalantly stepped forward and kicked him.
"Time to wake up, you useless piece of trash. Do you want to be eaten?"
The Orcs in the grass opened his eyes, saw the strong Garrosh, and trembled with fear, kneeling on the ground and pleading repeatedly:
"Don't eat me, I'll leave right away, I'll leave right away."
Garrosh was about to ask a few questions when the skinny Orcs spotted Velen. His eyes lit up with green light, and with a roar, he charged forward with incredible strength.
At that moment, Velen was absent-minded, lost in thought, and momentarily lost his vigilance.
The Orcs bit Velen's arm, causing Velen to scream in pain. He struggled to break free, but the Orcs tore off a large chunk of flesh.
After wolfing down Velen's flesh, the skinny Orcs immediately crouched down and hid in the dense grass, quickly fleeing.
Unfortunately, the Orcs couldn't escape Garrosh's venomous gaze. Garrosh darted over, grabbed the skinny Orcs from the bushes, and slapped him hard across the face until he was bruised, seeing stars, and barely alive. Only then did Garrosh throw him to the ground.
Stepping on the head of the skinny Orcs, Garrosh asked menacingly:
"Useless trash, I'm asking you, how far is this place from the Warsong Clan?"
In Garrosh's memory, Nagrand was the territory of the Warsong Clan. In fact, he had never met his father and had never witnessed his father's illustrious achievements.
Garrosh, who was thin from a young age, was unaware of the meaning of the surname "Grommash Hellscream" before Eitrigg's visit.
The thin, small Orcs coughed up blood and whispered weakly:
"The Warsong Clan's Grommashar Fortress is in the southeast. You'll need to cross a vast wasteland inhabited by a large Gronn. Only I know how to get through it."
Kairoz, noticing Velen healing himself with Holy Light, sensed something was amiss and approached the thin Orcs:
"Hey, what's your name?"
The skinny Orcs had never seen Blood Elf before, and clicked his tongue in amazement, saying, "How can there be such ugly creatures, without even fangs?"
Kairoz's forehead veins throbbed, and the skinny Orcs quickly said, "I will. My name is Gremi the Master Hunter, a scout from the Warsong Clan."
Garrosh tightened his grip and growled, "How dare you deceive me!"
Kairoz felt like his skull was about to shatter and hurriedly pleaded, "I was wrong. Actually, my surname is 'Escape Expert.' Because I ran away too many times, I was expelled by my tribe."
Kairoz pointed at the Prophet Velen and asked curiously, "Why did you eat him?"
Gremi the Escape Expert, paused slightly. "Are you outsiders? Don't you know that the Draenei are food for the Orcs?"
Upon hearing this, Kairoz's composed expression crumbled instantly, his face turning ashen, and he muttered:
"That can't be right. Could there be a mistake? Nozdormu deceived me?"
Anduin was also puzzled. According to the Timeline, the Orcs had not yet drunk the Blood of Mannoroth and were living peacefully with the Draenei.
If what this skinny Orcs says is true, then this will be a completely new Timeline, drastically different from the history of Outland, making the Kairoz Plan very difficult to achieve.
It's important to understand that Kairoz needs a perfect point in time, one that doesn't deviate too much from the history of Outland.
Anduin interest, "Why are you eating the Draenei? Have you already conquered Draenei capital city?"
Geromi chuckled, "The Draenei cities are hidden among the leaves. Whenever you approach their city, there are always countless leaves in front of you. Draenei are often banished and come out unarmed, as weak as Talbuk. It's hilarious. Every time the Orcs see a lone Draenei, they happily eat them up."
Kairoz glanced at Velen, who showed no unusual expression, and a glimmer of hope rose in his heart. He said:
"Geromi, lead the way, I want to see your Warchief Grom Hellscream."
Geromi looked at Kairoz in surprise and asked in a low voice, "Who is Grom Hellscream?"
Kairoz was once again filled with despair; if Grom Hellscream didn't exist, his plan would be a complete failure.
Garrosh was furious. The illustrious name of Grommash Hellscream earned him the respect of his people, but if the Grommash Hellscream family were not the chieftains of the Warsong Clan, it would all mean nothing.
"Tell me the name of the Warsong Clan chieftain, and I will personally tear off his head." Garrosh's face was contorted with rage.
Geromi was so frightened she almost cried, and said aggrievedly, "You can't beat him. The chieftain of the Warsong Clan is a god."
"What, a god?" Anduin's eyes lit up.
A noble god, how desirable he is.
Geromi proudly declared, "Our chieftain Grimak is a distant cousin of His Imperator Mar'gok, a god who wields mysterious powers."
Anduin was immediately disappointed. The Imperator Mar'gok, was the ruler of the Ogre kingdom Gorian Empire, which meant that the so-called god was actually Ogre.
Kairoz felt a wave of dizziness wash over him; how many more surprises were still to come in this era?
Garrosh said fiercely:
"The chieftain of the Warsong Clan is actually a filthy Ogre."
Despite having his head stepped on by Garrosh, Geromi abandoned his previous ingratiating demeanor and spoke in a serious tone:
"I warn you not to talk nonsense. Calling a god an Ogre is a capital offense in the Warsong Clan. The great Warchief Mar'gok used to eat fifty Orcs in one meal, making an immortal contribution to the Warsong Clan. What have you, this piece of trash, done?"
"You dare to insult me for the sake of Ogres? I'll kill you right now!" Garrosh roared in fury.
Geromi, undeterred by death, spat out, "Even death cannot change my reverence for God, you scoundrel, you shameless traitor!"
Enraged, Garrosh raised his fist, ready to smash Geromi's head.
Kairoz stopped Garrosh, waving his hand and saying, "Alright, this Orcs is still somewhat useful, so forgive his vanity. Our target is someone else now."
Having said that, Kairoz stared intently at the Prophet Velen.
Garrosh and Anduin also stared at Velen in unison.
Velen felt a chill run down his spine. He forced a smile and asked, "What are you trying to do?"
Kairoz shook the Hourglass fragments in his hand:
"Velen, listen carefully. We can't return with just this fragment; we must build a Dark Portal. Such a massive project requires the participation of all Orcs of this era. Garrosh Hellscream are too young to remember that time, and the Bronze Dragonflight only governs the history of Azeroth. You are the only one among us who experienced this era."
Kairoz's expression was extremely grave. "I want to know the truth."