Shattrath City, Lower City.
Saurfang, acting against Zangarmarsh, forcing those who sought to save Thrall to enter Shattrath City.
With the protection of the Holy Light, Saurfang dared not act recklessly.
In no time, the Lower City were overcrowded.
Anachronos, the Bronze Dragonflight; Mar'gok, the Imperator; and Durotan and Velen from another timeline, all disguised themselves as adventurers and lived in the Lower City.
These four individuals were exceptionally strong, generous, and sociable, quickly gaining a reputation among adventurers.
On this day, the famous merchant of priceless treasures Griftah, came to visit.
"The four of you are clearly heroes among men, bearing the blood of the Titans, avoided by the Old Gods, and favored by the Holy Light," Griftah began with a string of praises.
Anachronos, now in human form, said impatiently:
"Speak quickly, what is it?"
"Calm down, don't get so worked up." Griftah smiled mysteriously. "I see you four are all glowing with good fortune; you must be having a lucky streak soon. I wonder if you're interested in the Titans Relics?"
The four were shocked upon hearing this, realizing that one of their purposes in reaching this point in time was to search for Titans Relics.
Unfortunately, Outland is too shattered and deviates somewhat from the history of Draenor. Although Imperator Mar'gok is the leader of the Ogres, he has not found any useful clues.
"Do you know the whereabouts of the Titans Relics?" Durotan asked curiously.
Griftah nodded, his eyebrows dancing with excitement:
"Over the years, I've traveled far and wide, gathering a lot of information. In ancient times, to fight against the elemental giant Grond created by the Titans, the spore colonies formed three enormous spore colonies: Zang, Potaan, and Nayanu. These three were the most powerful plant life forms in Draenor's history. Later, Zang and Nayanu were defeated, their corpses rotted, and their cores were modified by the Titans, including the Heart of Zangar. Unfortunately, I know the whereabouts of the Heart of Zangar."
After a moment's hesitation, Imperator Mar'gok asked, "What terms do you need in exchange?"
Griftah shook his head:
"I can tell you the whereabouts of the Heart of Zangar, on the condition that you take it with you, as far away as possible. You all carry the aura of time, which is why I've come to find you."
Anachronos frowned. This guy was no ordinary person. He asked curiously, "..."
Why do this?
"I don't want to die," Griftah said expressionlessly.
"You think Saurfang is simply banishing adventurers? In fact, he's searching for the Heart of Zangar. Saurfang is from the Blackrock Clan. The Blackrock Clan has lived in Gorgrond for generations, and the Legendary of the Heart of Zangar is passed down. If Saurfang finds the Heart of Zangar first, Zangarmarsh will transform into a gigantic plant life form, devouring all life in Outland."
All four of them gasped in shock upon hearing this.
Unexpectedly, this matter is of great importance; Saurfang's ambitions are far too great.
Griftah said solemnly, "Years ago, Durotan, chieftain of the Frostwolf Clan, was in charge of building the Dark Portal. He accidentally unearthed the Heart of Zangar. He staged an accident, killing all those who knew about it, and hid this Titans Relic. It was thanks to the Heart of Zangar that Durotan escaped the pursuit of the Stormreaver Clan."
"How did you know?" Durotan asked from another timeline.
Griftah grinned. "The assassin died of illness in the Lower City. I got the information in exchange for a bottle of cheap liquor."
"Therefore, the Heart of Zangar is with Durotan." Anachronos stroked his chin. "Griftah, do you know Durotan's whereabouts?"
Griftah shook his head. "I've been secretly searching for Durotan all these years. If Saurfang hadn't pressed me so hard, I would never have told you. I have a feeling you'll find Durotan."
Anachronos cautiously stated, "You know we carry the aura of time. To tell you the truth, there is no trace of Durotan in the future."
Griftah shrugged and laughed:
"You must have a way, you must be able to find him."
After Griftah left, the three of them simultaneously looked towards Durotan.
Anachronos spoke first:
"The same person from different time periods is connected in some way, and through this connection, they can find each other. Although there are some risks involved, it is well worth it for the Titans Relics."
Durotan was in a difficult position, and after a long silence, he said, "Would it be acceptable if it were a direct bloodline?"
Anachronos was taken aback, and thought about it carefully:
"There is a kind of magic that can do it, but it's forbidden magic. Why do you ask?"
Velen sensed something, but wasn't sure, so he didn't expose it on the spot, and smiled faintly:
"The Burning Legion has a peculiar unit called the Fel Stalker, which specifically hunts down traitorous Legion members. The targets must have absorbed Fel, using the blood of their loved ones, and coincidentally, I possess this magic."
Anachronos was overjoyed. "It seems we have a way to find Durotan!"
In the mountains of Nagrand, Durotan and his wife stared at Miu'en with mockery.
Durotan pursed his lips and said, "I'm heartbroken that my son, whom I've never met, has been kidnapped, but it would require my wife and I to sacrifice ourselves to save him. I'm sorry, we can't do that."
Nobundo said indignantly, "To save Thrall, do you know how many innocent adventurers were willing to give their lives? They would rather abandon their flesh and blood, be made into Tough Jerky, and then be resurrected Forsaken. Because they knew that without Thrall, Azeroth would be destroyed, everything would cease to exist. Thrall is Azeroth, and Azeroth is Thrall."
"A clumsy lie, one you yourself wouldn't believe." Durotan saw through Nobundo's pretense at a glance. "Don't try to preach any righteousness in front of an Orcs chieftain."
Miu'en Earthfury chuckled sinisterly, "You should learn to act, you foolish old Orcs. That way, your sacrifice will be worthwhile, a Consecration, a gesture of sympathy. Perhaps someone will remember you. All we need is a large amount of blood; your lives are irrelevant."
Durotan smiled with relief, "Look at that, now that's how Orcs behave. This hypocrisy is disgusting. I'm old and can't wield weapons anymore. Before I die, could you grant my wife and me one request?"
"Explain!"
Durotan stroked the corpse of the Frostwolf Clan that had followed him for many years and said sadly:
"My old friend has just passed away. Please allow me to give him a proper burial as a farewell."
Miu'en nodded. "Okay."
Durotan and his wife carried the Frostwolf Clan's carcass, their steps faltering, to the open space behind the hut.
Nobundo and Miu'en followed behind, while the other members of the Earthen Ring scattered to keep watch in case of any accidents.
The Durotans were old but still quite healthy, and it didn't take long for them to dig a large pit.
Miu'en said in surprise, "This pit is too big, what a waste."
Durotan shook his head and chuckled, "Not big, just big enough to hold all of your corpses."
"What did you say?"
Miu'en's hair stood on end as he sensed a tremendous crisis, and his hands began to gather Lightning.
At the same time, Nobundo bowed and uttered a deep voice, summoning two blue Ghost Wolves.
The Frostwolf Clan's corpse split open, unleashing countless black vines that, like giant pythons, lunged at Miu'en and Nobundo.