Agatha trusted Garrosh too much; after introducing Fenris's three children, she didn't tell Fenris about the matter.
Fenris was far from being a close confidant of Garrosh, unaware that Agatha had ruined everything.
That day, Garrosh went out to meet a friend. He was not a prisoner of the Thunderlord Clan, so he did not arouse suspicion.
Garrosh was meeting Grimak.
Fenris secretly trained Orcs skilled in magic.
Garrosh said viciously:
"If Fenris succeeds, the Ogres will lose their magical advantage."
Grimak was somewhat surprised and laughed, "You're Orcs, yet you're thinking of Ogres."
"Our goals are the same," Garrosh said irritably. "We must stop Fenris's heinous acts."
Grimak hesitated before saying, "If you do nothing, Fenris will most likely succeed. In less than twenty years, the Orcs will inevitably become the masters of Draenor World. With a highly developed magical civilization and extremely abundant resources, they will no longer need to plunder others. At that time, war will lose its meaning, and Draenor will usher in true peace."
Garrosh was quite surprised; his mind wasn't yet capable of making that connection.
Grimak continued, "Orcs like you who don't know magic don't need to worry. When resources are plentiful, you'll probably become a vulnerable group and receive preferential treatment."
Garrosh angrily waved his arms. "But I want to be a leader, I want to be the Warlords of Draenor, not some kind of preferential treatment!"
Grimak shrugged. "This is just one possibility, or rather, the most ideal future. Change, whether good or bad, will face enormous resistance, accompanied by bloodshed and sacrifice. Garrosh, the future of the Orcs is in your hands, depending on your decision. If you cooperate with Fenris, you will be the great men who change the world."
Garrosh, his face contorted in a grotesque grimace, roared, "I want Fenris dead!"
Grimak replied without hesitation, "It's simple. Just secretly train Durotan, and then you cooperate in secret. Don't worry, Fenris won't suspect you."
On this day, Lord Gorsog of Blade Tower Fortress and Chieftain Boggar Doomfist of the Bloodmaul Tribe hosted a banquet for Durotan.
In Frostfire Ridge, Ogres are the true Overlords. Durotan was flattered by the hospitality of the two Ogre lords, and maintained a fawning smile on his face the whole time.
Orcs meat was naturally a staple on the Ogre's table. Seeing Durotan eating with relish and without any qualms, Pogar gave him an appreciative look and said:
"Durotan, what are your dreams?"
A glint of light flashed in Durotan's eyes, but it immediately disappeared. He smiled bitterly.
"My father has already made arrangements. My eldest Fenris unites the Thunderlord Clan, and my second Jarnal inherits the Frostwolf Clan. I am neither as clever as Fenris nor as brave as Jarnal. I spend my days enjoying the sea breeze and admiring beautiful women, and that's how my days pass by so casually."
Gorsog extended his thick arm and grasped Durotan's hand, saying:
"Don't underestimate yourself, little one. You have advantages over your two older brothers, you just haven't realized it yet."
Durotan scratched his head, puzzled, and asked, "What advantage?"
Gorsog laughed and said, "You are friends with us Ogres, while your father and two brothers are our enemies."
Durotan immediately picked up on the implied meaning and looked at the two Ogre lords with suspicion.
Boggar Doomfist biting into an Orcs's arm, said meaningfully:
"Durotan, as long as we secretly support you, becoming the chieftain of the Frostwolf Clan, and even unifying the Orcs of Frostfire Ridge, will not be difficult, but..."
Gorsog added:
"Those who achieve great things don't concern themselves with trifles; they'll use any underhanded tactics or underhanded methods when necessary. The extent of your success depends on how ruthless you are."
Durotan stood up, his eyes flashing with malice, and said viciously:
"That day, I cooked a Frostwolf Clan and was discovered by Jarnal. He actually wanted to expel me from the Frostwolf Clan. I knelt on the ground and begged my father for mercy, but he was unmoved. He said that I had violated the tradition of the Frostwolf Clan and deserved this punishment, showing no regard for fatherly affection. After I was expelled, if it weren't for Lord Gorsog's secret help, I probably would have starved to death long ago."
Grabbing a piece of Orcs flesh and biting down hard, as if it were Jarnal's flesh, Durotan gritted his teeth and said:
"What I find most unbearable is that my father knows I love Draka, yet he's betrothing her to Jarnal. Their wedding is in a few days, and I've been so distraught these past few days that I've even considered jumping into the sea to end it all. My lords, I'm willing to pay any price to get Draka back."
Pogar laughed cruelly, "What if the price is the death of your father and brothers?"
"They should have died long ago!" Durotan roared.
Gorsog chuckled coldly, "Very well, Durotan. You just need to follow the plan, and leave the rest to us. No one will suspect you. Once your father and brothers are dead, the elders of the Frostwolf Clan will have no choice but to welcome you back. At that time, you will be the chieftain of the Frostwolf Clan."
Garad, the chieftain of the Frostwolf Clan, is very old. The Frostwolf Clan is named after its close-knit Frostwolf Clan companions. As the leader of this Clans, Garad's proudest achievement in life is raising two excellent sons.
The eldest son, Fenris, possessed the tenacity of a wolf alpha, while the second son, Jarnal, was a fierce wolf Charge.
But Garad was most concerned about his youngest son, Durotan. The boy had been spoiled since childhood, was simple-minded, and not very strong, making him easily swayed by others.
Garad was worried that the impulsive and easily angered Jarnal would not tolerate Durotan, so after Durotan made a mistake, he sent him to live in a seaside villa in Somval.
Hearing that Durotan seemed to be getting close to Ogres made Garad very uneasy.
That day, Garad received a letter from Durotan, saying that he had taken a liking to a Warsong Clan Orcs and wanted to make him his mate, and asked his father to make a decision for him.
There was nothing wrong with that; getting married and starting a family is a good thing. However, the Warsong Orcs turned out to be a strong male Orcs.
Family scandals should not be aired in public!
Garad was so angry he almost vomited blood. He led a few trusted men out under the guise of hunting, intending to teach Durotan a lesson.
Garad headed straight for Somval's villa with great momentum. As he passed through Blade's Throat Canyon, more than a dozen Gronn appeared on the cliff.
Boulders rained down from the sky, Garad died in the first wave of attacks. A few surviving henchmen retrieved the old chieftain's body. On the cliff, a refined-looking Orcs looked down, confirmed Garad's death, sighed, and left.
The confidants recognized the refined Orcs's face; it was Fenris.
When his trusted men brought Garad back to the Frostwolf Clan Reservoir, Jarnal looked at his father's mangled body, his eyes bloodshot, his voice hoarse, and asked:
Who did it?
The confidants exchanged glances, and one of them said:
"We saw Fenris at the top of the cliff."
"Fenris, my good brother, I swear, you must pay for this in blood!"
Jarnal was brave but reckless. The elders of the Frostwolf Clan felt something was amiss and advised against taking any rash action, but Fenris wouldn't listen and directly declared war on the Thunderlord Clan.