After a day of rest, Garrosh followed Fenris back to the Thunderlord Clan's encampment.
Gromgal's massive skeleton resembles a mountain, with vertebrae forming its ridges, and the Thunderlord Clan resides within its belly.
Entering the mountain's belly through the fanged maw of Gromgal, the biting cold wind outside vanished instantly, replaced by a spring-like warmth.
Gromgal was enormous; its belly was spacious enough to hold tens of thousands of Orcs.
Besides the central hall, countless small rooms are partitioned off on both sides, which are where the tribesmen live. In the very center is a throne made of skeletons, high above all else.
Garrosh noticed that members of the Thunderlord Clan were pouring buckets of blood onto the skeletons.
The blood came from wild beasts and enemies, and the dark, jade-like skeletons absorbed it, gleaming with a mysterious light.
Fenris led the way. High in the dome, the ribs of the mountain shone brightly, radiating a dazzling light, making the interior as bright as day.
"Many Magic Gems are contained within Gromgal's bones, bringing us light and warmth. A foolish Lei Shen once tried to dig them out, but instead of breaking through the hard bones, he caused a disaster, resulting in the deaths of many of his people."
Fenris proudly announced:
"It was I who brought hope to the Thunderlord Clan, teaching them to infuse their bones with blood. Gromgal, in return, has nurtured the Thunderlord Clan. Our children are smarter and stronger than those of other Clans, and when they grow up, they will be able to Ogres single-handedly."
Garrosh noticed the children of the Thunderlord Clan, who were running around inside the mountain, carrying huge boulders weighing hundreds of pounds on their shoulders.
"That's remarkable," Garrosh praised, while also harboring some hidden worries.
He had hoped to bring change to this backward world, but now it seems the Thunderlord Clan is far more terrifying than he imagined, rendering Garrosh's experience with the Iron Horde almost useless.
Fenris invited Garrosh to sit below the throne. Looking at the empty throne above him, Fenris's gaze was complex.
"Only the Warlords of Draenor is worthy to sit on this throne, Garrosh. In your opinion, what truly defines the Warlords of Draenor?"
Garrosh delivered a passionate speech:
"Draenor World with hidden dangers. The Ogre Empire, though no longer as powerful as it once was, still threatens the safety of the Orcs. The Draenei are watching with predatory intent, their potential unfathomable. The declining Arakkoa are attempting to resurrect the Old Gods, plotting a resurgence. Only by annihilating all intelligent races on Draenor and establishing a civilization composed solely of Orcs can one be worthy of becoming the Warlords of Draenor."
Fenris pointed out seriously. "This is massacre, this is genocide."
Garrosh cruelly declared, "There is no possibility of peace between races; it's either annihilation or the annihilation of other races."
Fenris said with a pained expression, "Garrosh, your vision is too short-sighted. There are countless races in the universe, and through countless years of coexistence, they have long since reached a consensus: the universe cannot have only one voice; only peaceful coexistence is hope. I'm sorry, my ideals differ from yours."
"My goal is to establish a unified Humans, not to unify Orcs Clans. What I want is for all Orcs to be well-fed, to have meat at every meal, to live in peace, to be able to do what they want, to not have to worry about their own safety, to live a meaningful life within their limited time, instead of toiling away just to survive, and to not live in fear of killing. Only those who achieve these things are qualified to be the Warlords of Draenor."
Garrosh scoffed, "A remarkable ideal, but you can't achieve it. Can your Thunderlord Clan guarantee meat every meal?"
Fenris lowered his head and whispered, "I can't."
"So your ideal of changing the world is just empty talk," Garrosh declared loudly.
"Orcs are destined from birth to live a life of battle, bloodshed, plundering others' possessions, and devouring the flesh of other races. Like locusts, they bring destruction and disaster, becoming the nightmare of other races. Bloodshed, killing, endless battles, and endless slaughter—this is the Orcs's mission."
Fenris asked doubtfully, "What if we kill them all and loot them all?"
Garrosh shouted, "Then let's storm other worlds and repeat this process!"
"How many Orcs do you want to die on the battlefield!" Fenris asked, trembling.
"All of them!" Garrosh grinned maliciously.
Fenris remained silent for a long time, then said:
"I will prove you wrong. The Thunderlord Clan values peace and would never be as ruthless as you."
Garrosh then settled in the Thunderlord Clan. Fenris gradually introduced Garrosh to advanced cultivation techniques, seeds that could survive under ice and snow, unique forging skills, various herbs, and the application of magic. As a poet, Fenris continuously changed the Thunderlord Clan in his own way.
Without a doubt, these advanced technologies originated from the Void Creature Gromgal, who disseminated knowledge to the Thunderlord Clan through Fenris.
Because of his tireless work day and night, Fenris's health was not good. He said to Garrosh:
"To change the entire Humans, our generation alone is not enough. My ideal is to change the Thunderlord Clan before I die, and then spread knowledge and civilization to other Clans and other races, ultimately bringing happiness to all races of Draenor."
"Womanly compassion!" Garrosh thought to himself.
Garrosh's ideal was war, while Fenris needed peace, and the differences between the two grew increasingly pronounced.
Agatha saw everything; a conflict between Garrosh and Fenris was bound to erupt sooner or later.
In order for them to become friends, Agatha took it upon herself to make a decision.
On this day, Agatha brought Garrosh to a room.
"These are Fenris's children, they are the hope for the Orcs' future, Garrosh, the Orcs' good days are coming."
Garrosh looked at the three children in front of him. The oldest was no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, and the other two were less than ten years old. They were thinner than their peers and had childish faces.
Surprisingly, magic surrounded their bodies.
"Orcs Mastery in magic!" Garrosh exclaimed.
Agatha patted the children's thin shoulders and said gently:
"Fenris said that only magic can truly change the Orcs. Powerful magic can change the world, allowing all Orcs to have meat to eat and live a happy life. Unfortunately, the Orcs have very poor magical affinity. Gromgal taught them some methods, Fenris experimented on his own children. They have already achieved initial success, and before long, our next generation will change, establishing a powerful magical civilization."
"This, this!"
Garrosh's mind was reeling. What use was Warrior who only knew brute force, a next generation capable of magic?
They will only be eliminated.
"I'm not reconciled!"
Garrosh gritted his teeth.
Agatha thought Garrosh was moved and said expectantly:
"Garrosh, Fenris values you highly, and I sincerely hope you two can become friends and work together for the future of the Orcs."
Suppressing his inner unease, Garrosh grinned and said sincerely:
"Thank you, Agatha, I know what to do."