Although Garrosh and Geromi are not strong enough, even together they cannot threaten the Bronze Dragonflight Kairoz.
But Kairoz couldn't stand being isolated.
Originally, there were four people traveling together. Although there were some conflicts, they worked together towards a common goal and enjoyed each other's company.
The group now consists of a Bronze Dragonflight and two Orcs. Garrosh, who used to obey Kairoz's every command, is now resisting his orders.
After much painful reflection, Kairoz suddenly realized that Garrosh's existence was completely unnecessary in this shocking plan.
All Garrosh could do was unite the Orcs and forge them into a powerful Iron Horde.
As Bronze Dragonflight who has lived for countless years, Kairoz's knowledge and wisdom far surpass Garrosh's, and he will certainly be able to do better Garrosh.
Garrosh's Orcs identity adds a lot to his score, but don't forget that Kairoz can change his form; he once transformed into High Elf and lived in Silvermoon City for a thousand years.
Even High Elf as discerning as Kairoz couldn't detect his disguise, let alone a rough-looking Orcs. Kairoz could easily transform into Garrosh and take control of everything.
The only thing to consider is the opinions of those powerful figures behind the scenes. For example, Elune, might favor Garrosh, so Kairoz cannot take direct action.
He devised a plan to use someone else to do his dirty work. If he could use the Warsong Clan to kill Garrosh, then Garrosh could only blame his own incompetence.
As Kairoz began to make his plans, he inevitably had to act alone.
To prevent Garrosh from being repelled by spacetime, Kairoz broke off a piece of the curved Hourglass and handed it to him.
The cunning Garrosh noticed Kairoz's unusual behavior and realized something was wrong.
That day, Kairoz went out on his usual errands, while Garrosh and Geromi went hunting, but unfortunately returned empty-handed.
Looks like we're going to go hungry tonight; the two Orcs lay down by the spring and drank their fill of water.
Garrosh picked a small purple flower, put it in his mouth and chewed it, saying in a casual tone:
"Geromi, who banished you from the Warsong Clan?"
Geromi proudly declared, "Of course it was the great god, Warchief Grimak, who even ordered his men to beat me severely, almost killing me."
Garrosh asked deliberately, "Do you hate it?"
Geromi looked at Garrosh with great confusion and asked in surprise:
"Why would I hate it? This is God's education and discipline for my own good. I was the one who was wrong; I shouldn't have run away from the Battlefield."
Garrosh chuckled inwardly. He had seen far too many Orcs like this. There were Orcs in Orgrimmar who, even after being beaten to death by Garrosh, did not hate Garrosh.
What's most frightening is that this attitude is not feigned, but rather a genuine sense of belonging and identification from the bottom of one's heart.
Garrosh decided to exploit Geromi's loyalty, and deliberately said with regret:
"Your god is in danger. Kairoz is a Bronze Dragonflight. You don't know what Bronze Dragonflight is? No problem, I'll explain it to you. It's like Gronn that can fly and use magic."
Geromi stubbornly shook his head. "God is Invincible."
Garrosh patted Geromi on the shoulder and patiently explained:
"I believe that Warchief Grimak is far more powerful than the Bronze Dragonflight, but have you considered a sneak attack? If the timing is right, even a mortal can kill a god. My father once ambushed a Pit Lord."
Geromi reiterated, "God is not afraid of surprise attacks."
This blind, arrogant superstition left Garrosh at a loss. His eyes darted around, and he said:
"Geromi, you knew that Kairoz was going to attack God, yet you refused to tell your God. This is a betrayal of God, and it cannot be forgiven."
After Garrosh's reminder, Geromi broke out in a cold sweat and instinctively asked:
How can I notify God?
Garrosh, secretly pleased, reassured him, "You'll definitely find a way. I believe in you."
When Kairoz returned at night, he found nothing unusual about the two men except that they had no food.
Kairoz calmly stated, "I have found the road to Grommashar Fortress. We'll rest today and set off tomorrow morning."
Geromi looked dejected and asked in a low voice, "Lord Kairoz, are you going to declare war on the Warsong Clan?"
Kairoz smiled and shook his head. He knew Geromi's loyalty to God and didn't try to change it. He explained:
"I have a major collaboration with the Warsong Clan, one that will affect the entire Draenor."
Geromi's eyes widened, and he waved his arms in protest:
"But you are just a mortal. How can a mortal cooperate with God? This is blasphemy against God. I warn you, unless you step over my dead body, you will not dare to blaspheme God."
Kairoz laughed out of anger, deciding not to stoop to Geromi's level. Everything was already planned; Garrosh and Geromi were both going to die, so there was no rush.
"Alright, I was wrong. Actually, I went to worship the god of the Warsong Clan," Kairoz explained.
That night, Geromi was hungry and tossed and turned, unable to sleep. He recalled Garrosh's warning from earlier in the day and felt a deep sense of guilt towards God, even contemplating suicide.
Geromi sat cross-legged on the bed, clasped his hands together, and prayed devoutly to God.
Prayer is a way to communicate with God, but for a banished worthless person like Geromi, it is difficult to receive a response from God.
To demonstrate his loyalty, Geromi decided to give it a try.
"King of Kings, God of Gods, God of the Warsong Clan, Warchief Grimak, I, the lowly Geromi, pray to you, beseeching you to hear my plea. A flying, magical Gronn intends to harm you. I know you are Invincible, unafraid of any sneak attack or ambush, but even if I merely soil your clothes, it is a grave sin for me, and I can only atone with my death."
For the first time in his life, Geromi's prayers were answered.
Geromi felt himself floating in the air, looking down at the earth. He couldn't see mountains or rivers; all he could see were countless points of light, each extending into a line. All the lines converged and connected to a huge, boundless, bright ball of light, shining like a blazing sun.
Countless points of light, scattered like stars, were clearly Orcs scattered throughout the Draenor World, while the sun-like orbs were undoubtedly gods.
"Geromi, do you believe in responsibility?"
A voice rang in Geromi's ears. Although it was the first time he had heard it, he immediately realized that God himself was speaking to him.
Geromi trembled with emotion. "God, I believe."
God continued:
"I banished you and had you whipped for this very day. I foresaw the arrival of that Gronn, and your meeting was my clever arrangement. Geromi, I see your loyalty. Do not worry. Stay by that person's side as if nothing has happened. I have my plans, and you will be richly rewarded."
Geromi was moved to tears, grateful that everything was God's will, and that all the suffering and torment he had endured had meaning.
I will have no regrets in my life.
The next morning, the three set off for the Warsong Clan's Grommashar Fortress. Kairoz was surprised to find that Geromi had changed from his previous depression and was full of energy.
Kairoz secretly used magic to track Garrosh and Geromi's location, and knew that Geromi had not gone too far from the hut.
"What exactly happened?"
Kairoz was puzzled and felt a sense of unease.