Garrosh hesitated the whole way to see Jarnal.
A warm and loving Orcs society is certainly desirable, and Fenris's ideal is truly remarkable.
Unfortunately, the rule of this world is: being a good person comes at a price, while being a bad person can lead to success and allow one to do whatever one wants.
Clever Orcs are willing to abandon their conscience, making life increasingly difficult for good people.
So Garrosh decided to become a bad guy.
Stepping into the Frostwolf Clan's camp and listening to the howls of the Frostwolf Clan, Garrosh already had a plan in mind.
Several Frostwolf Clan Veterans searched Garrosh thoroughly, bound him tightly, and took him to see Jarnal.
Jarnal was a burly man, not very tall, with thick limbs and a square build. His small, fierce eyes scrutinized Garrosh.
"I hate Orcs taller than me, so you must die, feed him to the Frostwolf Clan, and hang his head on the flagpole."
Garrosh was prepared and shouted:
"In the future, I've heard your name."
"The future world?"
Jarnal's eyes lit up slightly as he stood up and carefully examined Garrosh:
Who is my wife?
"Draka, you have a son named Thrall!" Garrosh said.
"Thrall, a slave, I could never name my son that." Jarnal said skeptically.
Garrosh, without changing his expression, said, "Your son was raised by the Draenei, and you took many detours in the future, although you eventually succeeded in reuniting with him."
Humans are an unfamiliar word in Draenor, so Garrosh had to use "Draenei" instead to make it easier for Jarnal to understand.
Jarnal remained silent for a long while, then chuckled wickedly a few times:
"An interesting story. Men, chop him up and feed him to the Frostwolf Clan. Don't forget to cut off his head."
"The real killer of your father is your Fenris," Garrosh said rapidly.
Deep down, Jarnal insisted that his brother wasn't the real culprit. The unexpected answer piqued Jarnal interest, and after a moment's hesitation, he lowered his voice and said:
"You're not here as a lobbyist."
Garrosh shrugged and remained silent.
Jarnal's face darkened. "It seems we need to talk privately."
After dismissing everyone, Jarnal looked at Garrosh, who was bound tightly opposite him, and whispered:
"Tell me, what scheme does my brother have?"
Garrosh didn't answer directly, but instead asked, "Do you know you have three nephews, the eldest named Fetilis?"
Jarnal nodded. "Of course I know, though I've never seen them."
Garrosh leaned forward slightly, speaking mysteriously, "So, do you know that your brother is about to die?"
Jarnal was slightly surprised, his eyes darting around:
Fenris was once stronger than I, but since serving Gromgal, he has grown increasingly thin, and people call him a poet, not Warrior.
Garrosh's lips curled slightly, as if he saw that Jarnal had already fallen into the trap and only needed to add fuel to the fire.
"Gromgal is very powerful. Your three nephews possess terrifying magical talent. Fenris believes they are the hope of the Orcs. He hopes that the next generation of Orcs will all Mastery magic. To realize this ideal, obstacles must be removed. Unfortunately, Fenris's days are numbered."
Jarnal jumped up, his face flushed with anger:
"So he wants to kill my father, kill me, and even the entire Frostwolf Clan. No, if that's the case, why doesn't Fenris launch an attack?"
Garrosh chuckled, "Because the Thunderlord Clan is not stable internally, Fenris needs to send his three children to safety. It's foreseeable that a war will break out soon, and many people from both the Thunderlord Clan and the Frostwolf Clan will die, including you and Fenris."
"Then my three adorable nephews naturally inherited both the Frostwolf Clan and Lei Shen Clans."
Jarnal, having imagined the whole plan, arrogantly declared:
"Fenris is quite the schemer!"
Garrosh added fuel to the fire, "Fenris wanted to establish Magical Orcs Clans, which was a good intention, but unfortunately he didn't know it would bring disaster to the Orcs. I came back from the future to stop Fenris. I talked to him, but he was very stubborn. Jarnal, the task of saving Draenor falls on your shoulders."
Jarnal remained skeptical of Garrosh's claim of coming from the future.
Garrosh grinned. "I'll prove it. For example, the hiding place of Fenris's three children is a secret, but I, from the future, know that place."
Jarnal stroked his beard and sneered, "Could this be a trap?"
Garrosh exclaimed, "You are wiser and more cautious than your brother. You can send a few men to capture your three nephews. The place is secluded, and only Agatha can protect them."
Jarnal stubbornly shook his head and said, "No, I will go myself, and you will come with me."
This was somewhat unexpected by Garrosh, who believed that Grimak had been secretly protecting him and that his safety was guaranteed.
Agatha and her three children were hiding in the Bonechewer Furnace, which was originally a mine belonging to the Thunderlord Clan, but had to be abandoned due to the sudden appearance of Magma Crawler and Molten Crocolisk.
Garrosh led the way, seemingly very familiar with the place, successfully avoiding swarms of Magma Crawler and Molten Crocolisk. Deepest in the mine, he saw Agatha and her three children.
Agatha stared at Jarnal in horror, then noticed Garrosh following behind, and said with a mixture of shock and anger:
"Garrosh, it's you! How did you find this place?"
Agatha bravely raised her axe, but was quickly subdued by the Orcs. Jarnal grabbed Agatha's head and slammed it hard against the ground.
Poor Agatha died without ever knowing that Grimak had left a Magic Mark on her, which was how Garrosh was able to find him.
The three children were too small, and magical training requires years of accumulation. The eldest, Fetilis, managed to cast a Fireball, but it didn't hit anyone.
"Look at this, if we let you grow up unchecked, will there still be a place for us at Frostfire Ridge?"
Jarnal rushed forward and snapped his neck, while the other two children were also submerged in the Lava.
"Hahaha, that's exhilarating! I love a satisfying massacre."
Jarnal laughed maniacally:
"Fenris, I told you, you'd pay in blood."
Upon returning to the Frostwolf Clan camp, Garrosh was freed and became a guest of honor.
Garrosh knew that the hatred between the Frostwolf Clan and Lei Shen races was irreconcilable and that a great war would soon break out. To avoid being caught in the crossfire, Garrosh left under the cover of night.
Jarnal, drunk, returned to his room to rest, only to unexpectedly see his brother.
Fenris extended a semi-transparent tentacle from his right hand, firmly locking onto Jarnal's heart. Jarnal instantly regained consciousness, not daring to call out to his subordinates, and forced a smile.
"Surprised? The Frostwolf Clan is not a monolithic entity; I have many trusted confidants."
Fenris sat on the bed and pointed to the chair opposite him:
"Sit down, and I will tell you who killed our father."
Jarnal sat down obediently, as well-behaved as a child.
Fenris said with a sense of loss:
"The one thing I regret most in my life is saving Garrosh in Bladespire Hold."