The Warlocks of the Shadow Council are extremely powerful; even with the Heart of a Gronn Grom Hellscream fused with, he is still no match for any Warlock.
Moreover, there are more than twenty Warlocks here, all of whom are elites of the Shadow Council.
Gul'dan grinned maliciously, pointing his staff at Garrosh:
"Get him, he'll be my midnight snack!"
To everyone's surprise, the Warlocks made no move, Gul'dan's expression immediately changed.
"Surprised, are you?" Garrosh chuckled smugly.
The Shadow Council Warlocks surrounded Gul'dan. Although Gul'dan was the strongest member of the Shadow Council, he was no match for their superior numbers.
After a dazzling series of spells, Gul'dan surrendered, revealing a look of fear and unease.
Garrosh snatched Gul'dan's staff and sneered:
"Gul'dan, you'll be useful at least until the Dark Portal is completed."
A fierce glint flashed in Gul'dan's eyes, and he finally lowered his head without saying a word.
After Mannoroth self-destructed, the chiefs of various tribes returned one after another, and the chiefs' council was reconvened, but unfortunately, this time there was no blood of Mannoroth.
The chiefs were immediately indignant, their discontent written all over their faces.
Garrosh was prepared. The Warlocks of the Shadow Council surrounded the arena, watching intently. Dozens of terrifying Infernal rained down from the sky, their Fel Fire scorching the earth.
Garrosh's gaze swept across the terrified faces of the chieftains, and he shouted:
"Everyone, kneel down!"
The Infernal pressed in relentlessly, and first the chieftains of the weaker Clans knelt obediently on the ground, kowtowing forcefully.
The powerful chieftains still refused to submit. Garrosh looked at Kargath first. After all, he was not a true Arena champion and was already terrified. When he noticed Garrosh's gaze, his legs buckled and he staggered to his knees.
Next was Kilrogg, who, sensing Garrosh's murderous glint, muttered to himself:
"I saw the prophecy; today is not my day to die!"
Having said that, he knelt on the ground, bowed his head obediently, and kowtowed to Garrosh.
Orgrimmar glanced at the stubborn Blackhand, shook his head, and knelt down on the ground.
The Orcs chieftains all knelt on the ground, leaving only Blackhand standing. The terrifying Infernal Pain Suppression the Flame power within Blackhand's body, and he finally sighed and knelt on the ground.
Garrosh smiled with satisfaction:
"That's right. Remember who you are. You're just a bunch of useless trash, a bunch of garbage. Even the bedbugs on the ground are more useful than you."
Garrosh then nodded to Grom:
"We can begin."
Grom Hellscream; Garrosh's Thunder methods of coercing the chieftains of various races were undoubtedly the most effective approach.
The only thing I don't understand is why Garrosh doesn't treat me the same way. Is it just because we share the same last name?
Although Grom did not kneel, he dared not disobey Garrosh's wishes. This young Orcs was too terrifying. For example, Grom had no idea when he had bribed the Shadow Council or what methods he had used.
Glancing at the Gorehowl in his hand, stained with Mannoroth's foul-smelling blood, Grom took a deep breath, raised the Gorehowl, and shouted:
"Today, the Orcs of Draenor World have risen! For the first time, we have taken control of our own Destiny, free from all coercion. We are free, no longer slaves of the Burning Legion! Shout with me: Orcs will never be slaves!"
A few scattered sounds came from below, and the chief, kneeling on the ground, said weakly:
Orcs will never be slaves.
Garrosh grabbed the head of a small Horde chief and twisted it off forcefully, causing blood to spurt high into the air.
"Useless trash, all of you, speak louder!"
The chiefs trembled with fear and shouted at the top of their lungs:
Orcs will never be slaves.
Shouts echoed through the mountains; this was a momentous day for the Orcs of Draenor World, a turning point in history, marking Orcs true attainment of "freedom."
Without the Burning Legion's obstruction, Garrosh successfully established his Iron Horde in Draenor.
The Blasted Lands, the other side of the Dark Portal.
Khadgar established a camp, gathering Azeroth's top space mages and expending countless resources, finally connecting the Dark Portal to the Draenor World thirty-five years ago. The next step was to assemble a team to cross the Dark Portal.
"We need true warriors to cross the Dark Portal with me, King Varian. I hope you will be one of them."
Varian, still hungover, raised his head and said weakly:
"Don't Azeroth have graveyards? Khadgar, if you're going to die, don't drag me down with you."
"Trolls have a long history in Azeroth, and as the Warchief of the Horde, you have the responsibility and obligation to contribute to the safety of Azeroth."
Khadgar then rushed to Orgrimmar to personally persuade Vol'jin.
Vol'jin looked up from the mountain of government affairs, shrugged, and said:
"I'm sorry, Archmage Khadgar, I very much want to do my part for Azeroth, but as you can see, the Horde cannot do without me."
Khadgar traveled far and wide, but the leaders of the Alliance and the Horde refused him. Only Thrall was willing to answer Khadgar's call, but he sent a decoy instead.
Left with no other option, Khadgar resorted to deception, gathering some adventurers as cannon fodder to barely cobble together a team.
The day to attack the Dark Portal has arrived. The first wave of Cannon Fodder Troops has crossed the Dark Portal, proving its stability.
The second team, comprised of Azeroth's own elite forces, not under Khadgar's control, also successfully crossed the Dark Portal.
Khadgar was about to be turned, pacing anxiously back and forth in front of the Dark Portal.
He still held a trump card: a magically created substitute with half Khadgar's power, capable of crossing the Dark Portal in his place.
Cordana Felsong, the Watchers, delivered a note to Khadgar.
"Latest intelligence: Garrosh, in alliance with Grom Hellscream, has enslaved the Orcs chieftains of Draenor World."
Khadgar's eyelids twitched. He glanced at Maraad not far away and asked in a low voice, "Is the intelligence accurate?"
Cordana Evil Song nodded:
"It is absolutely true. Based on Prince Anduin's testimony, we have reason to suspect that Maraad deceived us and exaggerated the Orcs chieftain's strength."
Khadgar's gaze sharpened slightly, and he smiled:
"Maraad wasn't lying; he was simply terrified of the Orcs and lost his judgment."
History has proven that Garrosh eventually paid the price for his Pride.
Although Garrosh had once served as Warchief the Horde, his experience paled in comparison to that of Kil'jaeden, who had destroyed countless worlds. The Iron Horde appeared powerful, but it was internally corrupt and had low combat strength. While the Orcs easily wiped out the Draenei, the Iron Horde suffered a major setback.
After the Iron Horde's defeat, Garrosh feigned death and returned to Orgrimmar, joining forces with Saurfang the Great to attempt to reclaim the Warchief's position, but was ultimately devoured by the corrupted Thrall.
It was then that Garrosh realized how naive he had been.