Orcs have always been a nation of warriors, and the Frostwolf Clan, with tens of thousands of Orcs, marched in a mighty force toward Gromgal, along with an equal number of the Frostwolf Clan.
The Orcs of the Thunderlord Clan climbed the city walls, Guards strongholds with utmost vigilance. No matter how much the Frostwolf Clan hurled insults, they would not go out to fight until they received Fenris's command.
Gromgal's skeleton is shrouded in all sorts of eerie Legendary, and as long as the Thunderlord Clan doesn't come out, the Frostwolf Clan really doesn't dare to attack.
Agatha climbed the skeletal walls and saw the Frostwolf Clan covering the mountains and plains, and she was so anxious that she broke out in a cold sweat.
"Where is Fenris? Why hasn't he shown up yet? What's going on?"
Fenris and Jarnal were brothers; if they had any conflicts, they couldn't talk them out and had to resort to arms.
A Thunderlord Clan Orcs explained:
"They say Fenris killed Garad, the chieftain of the Frostwolf Clan."
Agatha was clearly taken aback and asked, "When did this happen?"
"Just yesterday."
Agatha replied firmly, "Impossible. I was with Fenris all day yesterday. This must be a misunderstanding."
Misunderstandings are not so easy to clear up.
Fenris sat beneath the skeletal throne, leaning against the chair legs, his brow furrowed, and he couldn't help but sigh.
He knew his younger brother Jarnal's character very well: stubborn, fiery, and once he set his mind on something, he would go all the way down it, and not even ten Clefthoof could pull him back.
While his father, Garad, was alive, he was able to Pain Suppression; now that his father is gone, there is no one left to restrain him.
There is a woman in the Frostwolf Clan named Draka, who is forthright and resourceful. If she could become Jarnal's partner, it would be perfect for making him more impulsive.
Unfortunately, this happened before the two could get married.
A rumbling sound came as the Frostwolf Clan Shaman cast Earthquake. Gromgal was incredibly sturdy, and apart from a tremor and a flurry of dust, it was otherwise unharmed.
Garrosh looked at Fenris, who was frowning, and sat down beside him.
"You probably don't want to hear what I'm saying, but war is the only way to resolve misunderstandings. Once you win, what you say will be the truth, and the misunderstanding will be cleared up."
Fenris frowned and said with a heavy heart:
"But that's my brother, Frostwolf Clan is my mother's clan. How can I bear to see Orcs killing each other and rivers of blood flowing?"
"A short, sharp pain is better than a long, drawn-out one," Garrosh continued to advise.
"If I were you, I would swiftly defeat the Frostwolf Clan with Thunder strike, minimizing casualties. It shouldn't be difficult if you use that power. Once the Frostwolf Clan is subdued and surrenders, your act of clearing up the misunderstanding becomes an act of benevolence. Do you know the consequences of doing nothing?"
Garrosh's eyes widened, and he threatened menacingly:
"Jarnal can use your killing of your father as a pretext to make a big fuss and let all the Orcs Clans on Draenor know. Although killing one's own father is nothing unusual among chieftains, and many chieftains have done it, it can be used as a reason to start a war. Putting aside everything else, what will you do if the Blackrock Clan takes this opportunity to attack? I've heard that the new chieftain of the Blackrock Clan Blackhand, is eager to make a name for himself."
Fenris pounded his head. He had considered this terrible outcome, but unfortunately, he was facing the Frostwolf Clan and his brother Jarnal.
Garrosh!
Fenris earnestly said:
"Jarnal is very stubborn and won't listen to his own people's advice, but you are an outsider. I hope you can act as an envoy to the Frostwolf Clan and help us clear up this misunderstanding."
Garrosh looked at Fenris with suspicion, then raised his voice and said:
"As a friend, I'm willing to help, even at the risk of being devoured by a pack of the Frostwolf Clan, but do you really understand your brother? Can't Jarnal see through such a simple frame-up?"
Fenris lowered his head. This was the guess he least wanted to face, the one he had always avoided, yet it was the closest to the truth.
Although Jarnal Recklessness, he was not without brains; he was probably testing Fenris with this matter.
If Fenris appears too weak, Jarnal will press on relentlessly until he tests the limits; Jarnal is also ambitious.
"He's still my brother!" Fenris couldn't let go of his family ties.
Garrosh's lips curled slightly. "As you wish, I'll give it a try. But I must give you a piece of advice: a great man once said, 'The crueler your heart, the greater your future achievements.' Fenris, you have disappointed me greatly. If you become the Warlords of Draenor, the Orcs will surely be doomed."
Watching Garrosh's departing figure, Fenris felt as if his heart was being torn apart, and he only found comfort when Agatha was by his side.
Fenris covered his forehead, then suddenly remembered something and gave the order:
"Take Fetilis and the others away, through the Secret Passage to the hiding place we prepared beforehand. Agatha, I can only trust you."
Fetilis is Fenris's eldest son and the most promising candidate to become Orcs Mage.
Agatha stared wide-eyed in astonishment:
"Things haven't gotten to that point yet. Gromgal is incredibly fortified; the Frostwolf Clan can't break through."
Fenris's expression was serious, and a gloomy aura rose on his face; at this moment, he possessed a certain air of a ruthless leader.
"This matter isn't that simple. I'm certain there are Ogres behind it, but what I'm most worried about is the Thunderlord Clan itself. Someone has been watching us all along, and I don't want to be distracted by worrying about our rear while dealing with the enemy."
Fenris's acquisition of power in the Thunderlord Clan was not a sudden stroke of genius or a popular mandate, but rather a path paved with cruel bloodshed. Although the former chieftain of the Thunderlord Clan was dead, his loyal followers remained, their hatred simmering in their hearts, ready to erupt at any moment.
Fenris's three children were his only weakness; as long as they were safe, Fenris could unleash his fury without restraint.
Agatha nodded; Fenris had been preparing for this for many years.
Apart from Agatha, who trusted him most, no one knew the secret hiding place.
After Agatha left, Fenris stood up, walked behind the throne, and opened a hidden door.
This secret room, the most mysterious ventricle within Gromgal, is only accessible to those who have been granted permission to enter.
In the center of the ventricle, a black sphere slowly rotated, shrouded in mist, its interior seemingly enveloping a universe.
"Fenris, I see your concerns. What is causing you so much suffering?"
Fenris knelt on the ground and said devoutly:
"Great Gromgal, my father has been murdered. Jarnal claims it was me and has sent troops to punish him. What should I do?"
"Do you know why you have earned my approval? Because you are different from other Orcs; you have precious family ties in your heart. I will help you clear up the misunderstanding. If the evidence is right in front of you, and Jarnal still refuses to give up, it proves that he has been consumed by ambition. We can defeat him and the Frostwolf Clan."
Before the omnipotent Gromgal, every problem has a solution; the black sphere emits a transparent ball of light, which lands in Fenris's hand.
Fenris, overjoyed, carefully put away the orb of light and said gratefully:
"Thank you, great Gromgal, all my doubts are gone."