Not all Orcs can recall their past after death.
A familiar voice approached, Durotan stopped crying, seeing his Fenris slowly walking towards him.
"Are you dead too?" Durotan asked, his voice a mixture of sorrow and joy. "I never imagined that after so many years, we brothers would meet again in the afterlife."
Fenris shook his head. "I'm alive and well, Durotan. You have to thank me for your ability to remember your past life; it was I who imbued your soul with the Shadow power."
Durotan felt a vague unease; this was tantamount to his soul being controlled. He cautiously took a step back and asked:
What exactly do you want to do?
Fenris's expression was complicated as he murmured:
"There was once an Orcs who was about to be eaten by Ogres. I shouldn't have saved him. If I had another chance, I would know his goal: to establish the Iron Horde in Draenor World. I want to take revenge on him and destroy all his dreams. So I need an identity."
Durotan was bewildered. He saw Fenris's muscles twitching rapidly, and his appearance and physique changed, becoming exactly like Durotan's.
"My God! What kind of magic is this?"
Fenris laughed, "I will replace you as chieftain of the Frostwolf Clan, and I will also marry Draka."
Durotan protested loudly, "No, no, you can't do that! Draka is carrying my child! We are truly in love!"
"My dear brother, using such despicable methods as drugs is not true love."
Fenris looked at Durotan with a mocking expression:
"I used dark magic to hasten the birth of that child, a boy, and sent him to an unknown, mysterious world. I have a premonition that he will return soon. I will keep you by my side as a witness, to see me take revenge on my enemies. This process will be very long, but it will definitely be exhilarating."
Fenris seized Durotan's soul and forcibly stuffed it into a snow-white Frostwolf Clan, which their mother had left for Durotan. Their mother had made the two brothers swear before the Frostwolf Clan that they would never harm Durotan.
Donning the Frostwolf Clan, Fenris's sharp gaze gradually lost focus, and he became nonchalant, seemingly indifferent to everything.
From this day forward, he is Durotan.
"Durotan, do you know what we three brothers did wrong? The Iron Horde is nothing. In the near future, the Holy Light will descend upon Draenor, and all the Unclean One will be cleansed. I made some preparations, but unfortunately, they were killed by Jarnal. It's too late. The Orcs will become history."
Durotan successfully became the chieftain of the Frostwolf Clan. Garrosh originally wanted to visit Durotan, but Grimak stopped him.
"You can't persuade Durotan. One of the Seven Heroes of Draenor has turned against us. This was bound to happen. The next step is to unite the various Orcs Clans, await the arrival of the Burning Legion, and then rebel against them, wielding the power of Fel without cooperating with the Burning Legion."
Garrosh lowered his head and said unwillingly:
"What I've seen along the way are cowardly cowards, clowns who fawn over Ogre, treacherous villains hiding behind women, opportunists in the Black Forest, murderers who killed their own fathers, pleasure-seeking scoundrels, and foolish the Betrayer —completely different from what I envisioned. This is not the outcome I wanted."
Grimak chuckled and asked:
"So what do you want? A true hero, a capable Orcs, an idealist like Fenris? Too bad you don't like him. Garrosh, face your Destiny. I know what you're afraid of. If Fenris truly understood you, you'd be dead. Don't think the Iron Horde in your head is so great."
Garrosh mustered his courage, raised his head, and asked:
Who exactly are you?
Grimak blinked. "I'll give you a chance. Guess who I am."
Garrosh covered his head and replied:
"I initially thought you were Draenei, that you knew many of the Draenei's historical secrets, but you don't hide your knowledge of Azeroth from me, even more than I do. So you and I are from the same world. You know a lot of magic; Ogres shouldn't know such a diverse array of spells. You are powerful, yet not reckless, always maintaining restraint. Therefore, you can only be..."
Grimak looked at Garrosh with a smile, awaiting his answer.
"You are Kairoz. You didn't die at all; you turned into Ogre and deceived me."
Grimak blinked and chuckled, "That's a really unexpected answer."
Garrosh roared angrily:
"Are you still going to hide it? Besides the Bronze Dragonflight, who else knows so much magic, who knows so many historical secrets, who else is so knowledgeable about everything?"
Grimak seemed convinced and did not deny it:
"Alright, Garrosh, you can think of me as anyone. I've helped you achieve everything you wanted. Now just let things take their course. Good luck, Garrosh Hellscream. When the time comes for us to part ways, I have a feeling we'll meet again in the future."
Grimak opened Portal and left, while Garrosh stood silently amidst the swirling snow for a long time.
The Warsong Clan, Grom Hellscream, Thunder and ruthlessly reorganized its military, preparing for war with exceptional cruelty.
Kargath Bladefist gathered gladiators, united the wandering Orcs of the wilderness, and established the Shattered Hand Clan, but all who joined had to have one of their hands chopped off.
In Shadowmoon Valley, after Ner'zhul drove away his wife Rulkan, he gradually stripped her of her power and consolidated his authority, resulting in a bloodbath within the Shadowmoon Clan.
Deep within the ruins of the Arakkoa, Gul'dan broke his leg to gain his freedom, united the Orcs, like him, sought power, and established the Shadow Council.
In the Tanaan Jungle, Kilrogg Deadeye stood atop a pile of Arakkoa, oblivious to the fallen comrades behind him, and began a new journey.
In Gorgrond, Blackhand forged a warhammer with the help of the most powerful Fire Elementals in Draenor World, named it Doomhammer, and gave it to his best friend Orgrimmar.
In Frostfire Ridge, Fenris and Draka held their wedding, and their Frostwolf Clan trembled all night.
Grimak stepped through the Portal, his eyes quickly losing their luster, and he collapsed to the ground in a daze.
The Infinite Dragonlord Murozond said with a faint smile, "Thanks to the combined efforts of the three of us, we managed to avoid revealing any flaws. History is destined to forget Grimak."
Robbie, standing nearby, breathed a sigh of relief, "This is the first time we've controlled history. The Draenor World has no secrets left for us. The so-called Seven Heroes of Draenor are just a joke."
Vanessa tilted her head. "It's not over yet. The future is getting more and more complicated, and that's what makes it even more interesting."
In Draenor World, as everything settled, a fleet slowly approached. The Burning Legion arrived as scheduled. Kil'jaeden successfully made contact with Ner'zhul and deliberately kept a trump card, using the Legion's Fel to successfully lure Gul'dan.
However, deep within the universe, an even larger Army of the Light is already prepared, its target Azeroth.