Hellfire Peninsula, where a fiery red sky bakes the desolate, hellish land.
Long ago, this place was covered with lush, verdant forests. However, due to the corruption of Fel and Ner'zhul's idiotic actions, the fertile land became arid and barren.
Here, water is the most precious strategic resource.
Hellfire Citadel, towering in the center of Hellfire Peninsula, is hotter than anywhere else because of Magtheridon's Demon Blood; the air seems to burn with an inextinguishable fire.
Most adventurers who approach this place are not killed by the Fel Orcs, but rather turn into mummies due to dehydration.
Kargath Bladefist, master of Hellfire Citadel, controls a mysterious well.
The Fel Orcs are only able to survive thanks to Kargath's charity.
Every day, Kargath would patrol the area routinely, checking whether the Fel Orcs were fulfilling their duties.
Just as a farmer admires his wheat field, Goblin examines his stash of gold coins.
On the towering city walls, the Fel Orcs guards, standing ramrod straight, were parched and saluted Kargath.
Kargath looked at the adventurer hanging on the railing, with Blood Guard Porung following closely behind.
A dying Draenei protested loudly:
"You false chieftain deserve a terrible death; only the great Savior Thrall is the one and only true chieftain."
Kargath's face darkened, revealing a look of disgust:
"Do you know what I hate most? Birth. I really don't understand why Orcs value birth so much, when I'm clearly the best chieftain among them."
Borun leaned forward and said ingratiatingly, "Thrall is a fraud; he fabricated his origins."
Kargath gave a disdainful look. "That's right, but Orcs fall for that. I'm going to prove to everyone that birth isn't important to Orcs."
Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned. From the first chieftain Blackhand to the Warchief Orgrimmar, they were all of illustrious birth, born nobles among the Orcs.
Even Gul'dan, who came from a poor background, had to rely on Ner'zhul as his master to gain the Orcs' recognition.
No matter how hard Kargath Bladefist, a gladiator by origin, tried, he could never become a true Orcs Warchief.
"How are the experiments with the Blood Furnace going?" Kargath asked.
Borun replied in a low voice, "Warchief, the third-generation improved version of the Fel Orcs is nearing completion."
Kargath nodded. "Remember, the most important thing for Orcs is loyalty. They must be loyal to me, their true Warchief. Strength is secondary."
In the distance, billowing smoke and dust suggested that an army was marching.
A Sentinels climbed the city wall and knelt to report to Kargath, "Warchief, the Horde has entered Hellfire Citadel and established a camp in the north."
Kargath snorted coldly and said sarcastically, "Overestimating yourself. Just wait to die of thirst here. By the way, who's leading the team?"
The Sentinels replied, "It's Nazgrel of the Dark Scar Clans, I heard he's one of Thrall's Adjutant."
Kargath's face was grim as he loudly ordered, "The enemy's intentions are hostile. Hellfire Citadel, all troops, be on high alert and ready to annihilate them at any moment."
Blood Guard Porung suggested in a low voice, "The Dark Scar Clans isn't Thrall's direct line. Why not send a messenger to win them over?"
Kargath pondered for a moment, then said, "Alright, considering they're both Orcs, I'll give them a chance, on the condition that they acknowledge me as the true chieftain and Thrall as the false chieftain."
The Dark Scar Clans is an ancient Orcs Clans that, apart from its long history, has no other redeeming qualities.
Although Chief Nazgrel became one of Thrall's advisors, the small Clans was in a precarious situation in Orgrimmar, suffering constant bullying from other Clans.
After Thrall returned from Quel'Thalas, he became even more dissatisfied with the Dark Scar Clans and killed half of them without any reason.
Nazgrel quickly found the reason: Kasrakel of his tribe had inadvertently offended Thrall.
If things continued this way, the Dark Scar Clans would surely be wiped out. Left with no other choice, Nazgrel sought out Eitrigg.
At Eitrigg's recommendation, the Dark Scar Clans was given a difficult task: to establish a foothold deep within Hellfire Peninsula.
The outpost was named Thrallmar. Houses were built and rudimentary walls were constructed. The next step was to solve the problem of water supply.
Unfortunately, despite digging many wells, not a single drop of water was observed.
"Are we going to die of thirst here?" Nazgrel cried, his face contorted with despair.
Near Thrallmar lies a natural water source, Fel pool known as the Agonar's Pool.
This place was originally a sacred spring for the Draenei, but it was seized by the Pit Lord Agonar. Fel Corruption the holy water, but it is not undrinkable.
One of his subordinates suggested, "Chief, why don't we ask Agonar for help?"
Nazgrel sighed helplessly and nodded, saying, "It seems this is the only way. Hopefully, it's an easy-going Demons Lord."
The Agonar's Pool, where ancient Draenei architecture is stained a deep green by Fel, features Agonar's massive body submerged in the spring water.
Agonar carelessly wasted the incredibly precious fresh water of Hellfire Peninsula, glanced at the Orcs crawling on the ground, and uttered a loud voice:
"Do you want fresh water? For Mannoroth's sake, I can give you some, but what will you offer in exchange?"
Nazgrel said sincerely, "The Dark Scar Clans is willing to be your most loyal servants."
"The Pit Lords never lack servants." Agonar was silent for a long time. "You must prove yourself good enough. There is a Mag'har Post to the west, where the Orcs refuse to accept Fel. Go, capture them, and kill them before me. You will then have enough fresh water."
To avoid dying of thirst, Nazgrel had no choice but to agree.
Back in Thrallmar, Nazgrel rallied his troops, preparing to attack Mag'har Post.
Unfortunately, the representative of Hellfire Citadel, High Warlock Netherkus, came to visit.
Netherkurse Pride declared, "The only Horde Warchief Kargath, takes pity on you and is willing to provide you with a little fresh water, on the condition that you acknowledge Kargath's position as Warchief."
Nazgrel dared not betray Thrall, and shook his head repeatedly, saying, "Thank you for your kindness, Lord Kargath Agonar has already agreed to provide water."
Netherkurse chuckled coldly, "Agonar's condition for the exchange was to attack Mag'har Post, right?"
Nazgrel asked in surprise, "How did you know?"
"It's not hard to guess at all," Netherkurse sneered. "Because Agonar and Mag'har Post said the same thing: he wants to see the Orcs kill each other. You're not yet established and are no match for the Mag'har Orcs."
Nazgrel was dumbfounded and momentarily at a loss for what to do.
Netherkurse threatened, "You have three days to consider: either pledge allegiance to Lord Kargath, or prepare to face the wrath of Hellfire Citadel."
The next day, the scouts Nazgrel had sent out returned.
Countless Orcs live in the mountains behind Mag'har Post, and even Hellfire Citadel can't handle them.
With the Dark Scar Clans's meager strength, attacking Mag'har Post would be tantamount to suicide.
Nazgrel had no choice; to save his people's lives, he had to betray Thrall and submit to Kargath.
Just as he made up his mind, Eitrigg came to visit.