"You want to learn the Shaman path?" Garrosh asked, surprised.
In Draenor World, there are no academies or similar places to learn; the Shaman path is almost entirely passed down from master to apprentice, orally, with each person cherishing their own knowledge and treasures it dearly.
When masters choose suitable disciples, they often hold back some skills, which leads to a continuous decline in the Shaman path, with each generation becoming worse than the last, and outsiders finding it extremely difficult to integrate into this group.
The young Orcs said resolutely:
"The Shaman path is the common Wealth of the Orcs. If I learn it, I will teach it to all Orcs for free, so that it can be shared by all under heaven, and the Orcs can become stronger and stronger."
Garrosh secretly admired such selfless thoughts and sighed:
"Your idea is good, but it's difficult to implement. The biggest obstacle is those old fogies. You'll render their magic worthless, and they'll definitely try to get rid of you."
The young Orcs's eyes blazed with fury. "I will become stronger than all Shaman and sweep away all obstacles."
Garrosh took an interest in the young Orcs: "What makes you think that way?"
I was born in an unknown little village.
The young Orcs's voice choked with emotion, as if it had stirred up unpleasant memories:
"I was thin from a young age, but fortunately I had exceptional elemental affinity. Everyone said I could become an excellent Shaman, but the only Shaman in the village refused to teach me. I knew it was because my father was more capable, but he died young. Later, I was driven out of the village and saw countless Orcs as thin as me struggling to survive in the Wilderness. That's when I made up my mind: if the Draenei aren't defeated, the Orcs have no future."
Garrosh was stunned. What did the Orcs' suffering have to do with the Draenei?
The young Orcs said viciously, "The Draenei have hidden themselves away, and that shameless villain, Prophet Velen, has only released a few Draenei for us to eat. If all the Draenei were food for the Orcs, we wouldn't have to starve and wander the wilderness."
What a naive and ridiculous idea! Garrosh smiled bitterly to himself, deciding not to say it aloud.
The young Orcs's ferocity subsided slightly, and he said seriously:
"The Draenei's weakness is solely due to the Prophet Velen. Once something happens to that old man Velen, the Draenei will inevitably awaken, and the Orcs will face extinction. The Draenei must be wiped out while Velen is still alive."
Garrosh was quite surprised; the young Orcs seemed insane, yet his analysis was meticulous and remarkably insightful.
"For the future of the Orcs, I risked entering this place to secretly learn the Shaman path. Although it is the Realm of the Departed, they were the strongest Orcs Shaman in their lives. Once they get drunk, they occasionally reveal some cultivation methods, from which I have benefited greatly. I am close to success." The young Orcs's eyes were full of anticipation.
"After learning the Shaman path, how can I leave this place?" Garrosh asked calmly.
The young Orcs whispered, "The world of the dead has no need for the disabled. Once, a scholar who stole knowledge blinded himself. My solution was to break my own legs."
This is a terrible idea! Garrosh doesn't want to become crippled, so he searches everywhere for Grimak.
If Grimak could bring me in, he must have a way to get me out.
Suddenly, Garrosh realized a problem: this was the world of the dead, so what did the young Orcs eat?
The water in the bucket grew hotter and hotter, and the young Orcs's gaze became increasingly Fervor, as if he were looking at a delicious meal.
Could it be...?
Garrosh immediately understood and struggled to escape, but the young Orcs punched Garrosh on the head.
The fist was weak and powerless, yet it carried a dark power that invaded Garrosh's body, rendering him immobile.
"Give up, outsider. I have mastered the Dark Shaman path and connected with the power of Fel. For the Orcs to prosper in the Shaman path, you must Consecration your flesh and blood as my food. This is your honor. Countless outsiders have already been devoured by me."
The young Orcs licked his lips and chuckled.
"No! No! Don't eat me!"
No matter how Garrosh pleaded, the young Orcs remained unmoved and drew a sharp axe.
Grimak's massive body appeared behind the young Orcs and snatched his axe away.
The young Orcs's eyes were filled with confusion, completely unaware of what had happened. After a brief moment of panic, he knelt on the ground and begged for mercy from the unseen being.
"Garrosh, what do you think of this young man? He's ambitious, has guts, but most importantly, he's not very bright," Grimak asked with a smile.
Garrosh hurriedly jumped out of the bucket, picked up his clothes, and put them on.
"You saw it all, he was going to eat me."
Grimak smiled and said:
"What I see in him are his excellent qualities, his unwavering dedication and madness. The Orcs need a hero like him who rises from humble beginnings. And yes, he needs a new name."
After a moment's calm reflection. "Gul'dan is a very good name."
Garrosh was disheartened, and his resolve to establish the Iron Horde began to waver.
Stormwind City.
The night was cold and chilly.
Maraad returned to the inn dejectedly.
Tonight he made a mistake, describing the power of the Draenor Orcs, which terrified Varian.
The Orcs were invincible in Maraad's eyes, but he shouldn't have revealed his fear.
Can the Alliance withstand the Iron Horde's attack?
Maraad disagreed. Even if the Horde didn't interfere, Stormwind City was destined to fall simply by standing by and watching.
The idea that the Alliance and the Horde would unite to resist the Iron Horde's invasion is a joke that's not funny at all.
As soon as he stepped into the room, Maraad sensed something unusual. There was someone in the room, so he quickly grabbed the Hammer of the Naaru.
A bright light flashed, and Maraad could see the visitor's face clearly; he was a slightly aged middle-aged man.
"Maraad, this is Khadgar."
Maraad laid down the Hammer of the Naaru, Medivh sent his disciple Khadgar to participate in the war. To be honest, Maraad didn't have high hopes for it.
Khadgar is a hero of the Alliance, and correspondingly, the Orcs hate him to the core.
How can such a non-neutral person unite the Alliance and the Horde?
Khadgar's grey eyes gleamed eerily as he reached out his right hand and pulled a shadow from Maraad's body.
"The magic of the Old Gods has influenced your mind, causing you to speak the truth."
Maraad said with shame, "I never thought I would fall for it. I shouldn't have told the King the truth."
"But I need you to tell me the truth." Khadgar asked Maraad to sit down, and then asked, "What are our chances of winning this war?"
Maraad calmly stated, "The best outcome would be the destruction of the Alliance, with Stormwind City and Ironforge becoming history, and the Horde emerging as the ultimate winner."
Khadgar stroked his chin, a half-smile playing on his lips, and said:
"It's very close to the ending I wanted: the Iron Horde conquers the Eastern Kingdoms and engages in endless warfare with the Orcs of Kalimdor. The war between Orcs is more interesting than the conflict between the Alliance and the Horde Orcs."
Then Khadgar stood up:
"Therefore, we must persuade Varian to write the final chapter in the fall of Kingdom of Stormwind."