In recent days, Kairoz has transformed into Dragon more than once and flown to Grommashar Fortress to find Orcs who are dissatisfied with Warchief Grimak.
As the saying goes, where there is oppression, there is resistance.
However, this statement does not apply to the Warsong Clan.
Kairoz witnessed the dire plight of the Warsong Clan under the oppression of the Ogres: starving, naked, and their strongest Orcs becoming food for the Ogres.
The Warsong Clan's few Ogres live a life of luxury, holding absolute power over the life and death of Orcs. Ogres have no females and rely entirely on Orcs women for reproduction.
What's hard to understand is that the Warsong Clan Orcs are quite content with their current lives and have never entertained the thought of rebellion.
Kairoz did not give up. The Bronze Dragonflight controlled countless Timelines, and many abandoned Timelines were destroyed. In addition to collecting different Alliance and Horde leaders, Kairoz also learned a lot of vicious black magic.
Among these was the magic of manipulating minds. Kairoz planted seeds of darkness in the hearts of dozens of the highest-ranking Orcs in the Warsong Clan, controlling them like puppets.
Once Garrosh and Geromi enter Grommashar Fortress, the Orcs will step forward and hack them to pieces, then Kairoz will face Warchief Grimak alone.
Kairoz was confident he could defeat the Ogre.
After a long and arduous journey, the three finally managed to cross the territory of the Gronn and arrive at Grommashar Fortress.
The Orcs, who had been prepared in advance, opened the gates of the fortress. As soon as Kairoz stepped into the fortress, the sturdy Iron Gates slammed shut.
A chill ran through Kairoz's heart. He looked up sharply and saw a row of Orcs heads displayed on the city wall.
It was the Warsong Clan Orcs he controlled.
"Kairoz, the Bronze Dragonflight, I've been waiting for you for a long time."
On the rooftop balcony of the fortress, a fat Ogre lay on a deck chair, lazily watching the visitors below.
"Interesting. This ogre is no ordinary Ogre."
Kairoz's lips curled slightly; he didn't feel defeated. No matter how high the fortress walls were, they couldn't stop a flying Dragon.
"Warchief Grimak, your era has ended. What follows is the era of the Iron Horde, the rise of the Orcs," Kairoz proclaimed.
Grimak stood up, squinting his small eyes. Kairoz sensed something was off; the Ogre's movements were uncoordinated and slightly jarring.
"Kairoz, your arrival is just the beginning. Perhaps the Gorian Empire should end, but my era has only just begun."
Kairoz was baffled. Arguing was pointless at this point, Kairoz prepared to transform into Dragon and devour the Ogre before him.
Taking a deep breath, Kairoz felt an emptiness within him; he was trapped in his Blood Elf form and unable to transform into Dragon.
"How is this possible?" Kairoz exclaimed in astonishment.
If one of the Archmages of Azeroth had stopped Kairoz's transformation spell, Kairoz wouldn't have been surprised at all.
However, there are no Dragons in the Draenor World. Dragons are completely foreign creatures to the mages of Draenor, and dragon magic is an incomprehensible Heavenly Book to them.
"Your magic failed. Surprised, you little reptile?"
Grimak's lips curled up slightly:
"I know your origins, and I understand your magic, Kairoz. Grommashar Fortress is your final resting place."
Kairoz lowered his arms, his expression becoming serious.
"It's a pity I can't see the Timeline of Draenor World clearly, otherwise I would definitely have figured out where the problem is. Garrosh, you did a great job."
Kairoz analyzed that it must be Garrosh's secret, but it's unclear how Garrosh did it.
Garrosh grinned, prostrated himself on the ground, and banged his head against the ground repeatedly, shouting:
"Garrosh Hellscream is willing to serve the Warchief."
Grimak gave him a serious look and laughed, "The Horde's Warchief is actually willing to serve me."
Garrosh remained unfazed. "I see. You've governed the Orcs very well; I'm far inferior to you."
Grimak said viciously, "This is Orcs are like. Even the Warchief has no shame and tramples on dignity. It's a pity that Velen thinks Orcs are a noble race."
After venting his frustrations, Grimak said loudly:
"It's not easy for outsiders to join the Warsong Clan. You must demonstrate sufficient strength. Now is your chance: kill this Bronze Dragonflight, and you will be a member of the Warsong Clan. Magic is forbidden here; this will be a fair duel."
Garrosh licked his lips and said excitedly, "With the right weapon, I will be invincible."
An axe was thrown in front of Garrosh; it was exactly the same as Gorehowl's.
The Warsong Clan didn't have Grom Hellscream, but they did have Gorehowl. Garrosh was slightly moved, picked up Gorehowl, and found it very familiar to him.
"What weapon do you want, Bronze Dragonflight?" Grimak asked.
Kairoz shrugged and laughed, "I don't need any weapons. If my thousands of years of combat experience can't defeat an Orcs, I might as well just die."
Garrosh charged forward, Gorehowl. With his weapon, he held a significant advantage, and Garrosh already saw victory within his grasp.
Without moving a step, Kairoz suddenly grabbed forward with his right hand, but before he could touch Garrosh, Gorehowl had already slipped from his grasp and landed in Kairoz's hand.
Before Garrosh could react, Kairoz shoved his right hand outwards. Garrosh felt a terrifying force strike him and was sent flying backwards, his back slamming heavily against the wall.
"What kind of power is this?" Garrosh was terrified.
It's neither magic nor the Chi of Pandaren, yet it can injure people invisibly.
Grimak nodded appreciatively.
"To be able to wield Holy Light so skillfully and without leaving a trace, one is indeed a rare genius."
This time it was Kairoz's turn to be stunned. He asked in a cold voice, "How do you know this is Holy Light?"
Grimak opened his arms. "Because I wield the Holy Light better than you."
A tremendous force descended from the sky, like an invisible boulder, pressing down on Kairoz so hard he could barely breathe.
Garrosh seized the opportunity, pulled out a shard of the curved Hourglass, silently approached Kairoz from behind, and plunged it viciously into his back.
"I've had enough!" Garrosh roared. "I've had enough of you Bronze Dragonflight hiding in the shadows, oppressing and bullying us! The Orcs will only submit to Warchief Grimak, not to a useless piece of trash like you!"
Kairoz's head turned an astonishing 180 degrees, meeting Garrosh's gaze:
"Orcs have never controlled their own Destiny, neither in the past nor in the future."
Garrosh viciously twisted the shards in his hand, the sharp fragments piercing his internal organs, causing blood to gush out uncontrollably.
Kairoz looked down at his mangled back, as if watching a play.
"Garrosh, I will wait for you in that world."
Kairoz coughed up a large amount of blood from his mouth and nose, mixed with fragments of internal organs, and then his head lolled to the side and he stopped breathing.
Grimak looked down at Kairoz falling, his face indifferent, and suddenly pointed at Geromi, saying:
"Geromi, what is your full name?"
"Reporting to the Warchief, my full name is Gremi the Escape Expert."
Grimak tilted his head and thought for a moment, "Change your name. From today onwards, your full name is Grom Hellscream."