Draenor World, Tanaan Jungle.
Under the bright moonlight, the rolling mountains resembled lurking monsters.
Garrosh Hellscream stood atop the mountain, gazing down at the Orcs who were bustling about like ants.
Not far away, a tall building stood majestically; that was the Dark Portal under construction.
Orcs have always been unruly and rebellious. Throughout the history of Draenor World, Orcs have been scattered across various regions in the form of Clans, and have never achieved unification.
Now, an unstoppable force has emerged: the Burning Legion.
The first to respond to the Legion's call was Ner'zhul of the Shadowmoon Clan. The Draenei's sacred site, the Karabor Temple, was built in Shadowmoon Valley, and the Shadowmoon Clan faced the threat from the Draenei.
However, it was Gul'dan's Shadow Council that truly gained the Legion 'Legion trust and became its lackeys. Under the Legion's tutelage, the Shadow Council's Warlocks Proficiency using Fel. They tirelessly visited various Orcs Clans, demonstrating the Legion's formidable strength to the chieftains.
As a result, most of the Orcs chieftains chose to submit.
Garrosh looked closely and saw a massive figure, as large as a small mountain, standing near the Dark Portal under construction, pointing fingers and gesturing at the Orcs building the Dark Portal.
This was Archimonde's loyal servant, Mannoroth, the Pit Lord. From a great distance, Garrosh could clearly hear Mannoroth's furious roar.
Beside Garrosh, Grom Hellscream, now stronger after successfully transplanting Gronn Heart, Gorehowl tightly, his expression skeptical:
"Is this the monster I'm supposed to kill? Even if I jump, I can't hit his knee."
A mocking voice came from behind:
"Mannoroth, the Pit Lord, is Archimonde's Adjutant. If he were so easily defeated, the Army of the Light would have already conquered Argus Planet."
The speaker was a half-human-sized Naaru Shard, floating silently in the air, its light dim. It was a part of a Naaru, a remote communication device. In order to avoid attracting the attention of the Burning Legion, a Naaru remotely controlled everything in Draenor World in this way.
"If Mannoroth's defense is 10,000, the Orcs's attack power is around 11, and around 15 in a berserk state. You transplanted Gronn Heart, so your attack power is around 30. Even if the heart explodes, your attack power won't exceed 50, which is just a tickle to Mannoroth."
The Pit Lord clan were chosen by Sargeras not only because of their Evil and volatile nature, but also because they were one of the most outstanding races in the universe.
Within the Burning Legion, Eredar led by Archimonde and Kil'jaeden.
Garrosh asked, "Orcs may not want to be slaves, but they want to die even less."
The Naaru Shard buzzed. "Don't worry, just focus on fighting him. I'll give you plenty of hints. Mannoroth is very clever; the Orcs can't kill him, but our Army of the Light can annihilate him completely. To survive, he'll be happy to cooperate with your act."
Garrosh and Grom descended the mountain and headed towards the Orcs Camp near the Dark Portal.
"Do you believe in the Holy Light?" Grom asked, still uneasy.
"The Holy Light will not send us to our deaths in vain," Garrosh replied.
Grom thought further ahead, his small eyes gleaming with cunning:
"We killed Mannoroth, which means we are enemies of the Shadow Council. The Orcs Clans only came together because they feared the Burning Legion. Now that the bond connecting us is gone, the Orcs will surely fall apart again. The construction of the Dark Portal will be halted. These barbaric creatures don't believe in any ideals or future."
Garrosh stopped and asked, "Is that what you think too?"
Grom shrugged and said, "Mannoroth promised to grant us Fel power. If the Army of the Light doesn't offer us any benefit, I'd rather go back to Nagrand and farm."
Garrosh continued his journey, this time at a much slower pace. The time was not yet ripe; the Army of the Light chose to remain behind the scenes and would not offer the Orcs chieftains any benefits.
What unites the various Clans within the Iron Horde?
Only the most outstanding Orcs are worthy of receiving the rewards of Fel energy.
Gul'dan, his face contorted in a grotesque grimace, stood on a high platform beside a well from which flowed a liquid rich in Fel, which they called the Blood of Mannoroth.
The Warlocks of the Shadow Council filled large barrels with the Blood of Mannoroth.
Although Mannoroth is enormous, his blood cannot supply all the Orcs of Draenor World. In fact, the well was overseen by Mannoroth and contains a complex Magic Circle that draws Fel from the Void. This foul-smelling green liquid is very similar to the blood of the Pit Lords.
Gul'dan and the chieftains disagreed on how to distribute the Blood of Mannoroth. Gul'dan believed that everyone should be treated equally, and that all Orcs were entitled to consume the Blood of Mannoroth.
But the chiefs disagreed. They believed that this resource should be firmly controlled, turned into a scarce resource, and used to consolidate their power.
In the end, Gul'dan compromised.
The moon was full and the wind was high; it was the perfect day for the chieftains to drink the Blood of Mannoroth.
Gul'dan wrapped his cloak around his face and directed the Warlocks to carry a large barrel of Blood of Mannoroth to the location where the chieftains were gathering.
Apart from the Frostwolf Clan of Frostfire Ridge, the Thunderlord Clan whose chieftainship was yet to be determined, and Ner'zhul, who had been ostracized by Gul'dan, the chieftains of all the other Clans in Draenor had arrived.
Gul'dan entered the meeting place, but the chieftains did not stop their discussion.
The Orcs Clans of Draenor are rife with internal conflicts, with many Clans being mortal enemies. Enemies meeting each other are filled with hatred, and two chieftains of minor Clans have already started fighting.
Gul'dan ordered the Warlocks to separate them, slamming his heavy staff against the ground as he shouted a threat:
"What the Legion needs is unity. We should put aside our hatred for each other. If there's a next time, I won't be so lenient."
"Gul'dan, you are not our leader."
The protest was against the Blackhand of the Blackrock Clan. Having gained the approval of the Draenor Fire Elementals, the Blackhand didn't care about Fel and fearlessly opposed Gul'dan.
Gul'dan's gaze turned slightly cold, and he said in a low voice:
"Blackhand Blackhand, don't forget your origins, a lowly slave from Blackrock Mine. What right do you have to roar here?"
Blackhand grinned and retorted sarcastically:
"Gul'dan, you're just a bastard of unknown origin, a worthless coward driven out of his own people. Why should I believe you?"
Kargath Bladefist, whose origins were as unknown as Gul'dan's, glared angrily at Blackhand and protested loudly:
"Blackhand, so what if your origins are unknown? Your father died of overwork in the Blackrock Mine before he was twenty, and your mother had you later. Do you really know whose blood you have?"
Blackhand's old friend Orgrimmar was enraged and swung his Doomhammer at him.
Grom Hellscream, whose origins are also unknown and who was caught in the crossfire, also joined the fray and fought against Blackhand.
Kilrogg shouted, "No one can kill me!" and joined the fray.
The meeting place descended into chaos, with Clans chiefs of all ranks fighting amongst themselves.
Gul'dan sighed.
Before long, a series of heavy footsteps approached, and the Orcs chieftains, like mice seeing a cat, stopped fighting and obediently formed a circle.
The Pit Lord Mannoroth has arrived.