Greatmother Geyah was very old; her long, snow-white hair cascaded down to her shoulders.
Her soul was the most solidified; the souls of the other ancestral Orcs were transparent, with a few being semi-transparent.
Greatmother Geyah's spirit looked no different from a living person, sitting upright beside the largest bonfire in the ancestral camp.
"Outsiders, you have offered sacrifices. What do you desire?"
Greatmother Geyah turned around, her wise eyes illuminated by the firelight.
Akama was about to say something Greatmother Geyah smiled faintly:
"No need for further explanation. Let me guess your origins. I see the guidance of Destiny; you come from a city bathed in Holy Light, for a great purpose."
Everyone showed surprise in unison. Legendary the prophecy of Greatmother Geyah was terrifying, and seeing it today, it was indeed true.
Greatmother Geyah closed her eyes and tilted her head as if listening to something:
"Your cause is Justice, and as long as you persevere, your future is limitless. You will be remembered in history, admired by all, and your descendants will be proud of you."
The assembled leaders couldn't help but show their delight. Greatmother Geyah had given a clear prophecy, Steadfast their belief in saving the great Savior Thrall.
Greatmother Geyah sat back down by the fire, seemingly unwilling to speak. Akama approached her.
We need your help.
A long, drawn-out sigh followed, and Greatmother Geyah showed a look of profound sorrow:
"I saw it. Tens of thousands of innocent Mag'har Orcs were deceived, wandering in the labyrinth, miserably awaiting their death."
Akama said helplessly, "This is a necessary sacrifice for the cause of Justice."
Greatmother Geyah nodded, a look of reluctance on her face:
"I've seen many futures, but only this method can succeed. You are all remarkable heroes; the blood of the Mag'har Orcs will not have been shed in vain."
Akama was secretly pleased upon hearing this, and said with deep sorrow, "Thank you for your help, Grandmother. I thank you on behalf of Azeroth and Outland."
Greatmother Geyah rose and said slowly, "Please follow me, everyone."
The group followed behind Greatmother Geyah and arrived deep within the ancestral camp.
This place resembles an ancient village, with dilapidated wooden houses everywhere.
In the very center of the village stands a stone tablet, beneath which lies a blood-red coffin.
The sound of snoring came from inside the coffin, as if someone were fast asleep.
A tattered flag covered the coffin; Akama recognized the design on it—the banner of the Warsong Clan.
Greatmother Geyah looked up at the black stone tablet and asked:
"Gentlemen, do you know the origins of the Warsong Clan?"
The Arakkoa are quite sensitive to historical Legendary, Gorol Anzu whispered:
"Legendary when Aggramar the Avenger descended upon Draenor World, he sang a stirring Warsong Clan. The jade stones atop Mount Grond heard the Warsong Clan and transformed into Orcs; this is the origin of the Warsong Clan."
Legendary are just Legendary, after all. The fact that Aggramar descended upon Draenor is a conclusion drawn in recent times from Titans Relic.
Orcs evolved from Ogres, Warsong Clan, in order to appear different, refused to acknowledge their Ogre origins and fabricated this story.
Of course, this is nothing.
The Orcs Clans of Outland either claim to be descendants of the Titans or descendants of the True Gods.
There once was an Orcs Clans that claimed to be descendants of the Void Lords's father.
Relatively speaking, the Warsong Clan has been quite modest.
Greatmother Geyah did not comment on this, but asked again, "Do you know about the Warsong Clan's most glorious period?"
The mount merchant Gronn, muttered to himself:
"When Grom Hellscream's father, Gormash Grommash Hellscream, was alive, he conquered the powerful Ogre Empire after a ten-year war. At that time, other Orcs Clans chieftains knelt before Gormash, licked his toes, and offered their wives, daughters, and slaves. If he hadn't died tragically at the hands of our Gronn, he would have successfully unified the Orcs Clans."
"That's a lie!" the Ogre slave owner protested loudly. "The decline of the Gorian Empire has nothing to do with the Orcs."
Greatmother Geyah waved her hand and said, "We don't need to distinguish whether history is true or false. The Mag'har Orcs of Outland don't believe in the Savior Thrall; they think he's a fraud. They only believe in Gormash Grommash Hellscream, fantasizing that Gormash will be resurrected and restore the Orcs' glory and splendor."
Akama stared at the blood-red coffin and asked in surprise:
"Could the Ancestral Spirit of Gormash Grommash Hellscream be slumbering here?"
Greatmother Geyah said with a half-smile, "What does it matter? As long as the Mag'har Orcs believe him, then he is."
Akama was secretly astonished. Greatmother Geyah was truly cunning, deceiving the Mag'har Orcs under the guise of Gormash Grommash Hellscream.
In this way, one can preserve their good reputation.
Greatmother Geyah revealed a ferocious look and raised her voice:
"The Mag'har Orcs of Hellfire Peninsula have colluded with the Void, and the Mag'har Orcs of Nagrand have secretly allied with the Burning Legion. A few ambitious individuals have traded the souls of their people for power, forgetting the Ancestral Spirit. It is time for them to pay the price."
Only then did the esteemed figures realize that the seemingly kind old lady was actually the most insidious and vicious.
Akama nodded. "The Warsong Clan's glorious history, whether true or false, is indeed the best excuse."
Greatmother Geyah said firmly, "Anyone who believes this history will pay with their life, and they can't blame us."
The coffin slowly opened, the snoring stopped, and a deafening roar erupted.
Everyone present, including Akama, felt their heads buzzing, their legs went weak, and they almost knelt on the ground.
A tall, transparent soul rose from the coffin, its face ferocious, surveying its surroundings.
Greatmother Geyah raised her hand and said loudly:
"Gormash Grommash Hellscream, the crops are ripe, it's time to harvest."
The transparent soul revealed a cruel smile, "I enjoy reaping the souls of the living."
Since Magtheridon, the Pit Lord, conquered Outland, the Mag'har Orcs, who refused to become Fel Orcs, fled into the deep mountains.
Life in the deep mountains was extremely harsh, and the Mag'har Orcs struggled to find enough to eat.
The minor leaders of the Mag'har Orcs either colluded with the Void or defected to the Burning Legion.
With the support of these two major forces, the Mag'har Orcs multiplied rapidly.
On this day, a minor leader woke up and patrolled the village with a sense of loss.
The simple village of Mag'har is filled with thatched huts that offer little protection from the elements.
The Orcs were generally listless and looked pale.
But this didn't stop the petty boss from getting fat and bloated.
The minor leader found the Shaman in charge of the village's Priest, and hesitated for a long time before saying:
"Last night I dreamt of an Ancestral Spirit who called himself Gormash Grommash Hellscream."
The village Shaman, lacking any real skill and unable to communicate with the Ancestral Spirit, exclaimed in surprise:
"Coincidentally, I also dreamt of the venerable Gormash Grommash Hellscream. He told me that the Mana-Tombs of Auchindoun holds a secret that can allow us Orcs to regain our glory."
The fat on the little leader's face trembled:
"It's strange, our dreams are exactly the same. Back then, the Warsong Clan's million-strong army conquered the Gorian Empire. Their arrow formations were unparalleled in the world. A single volley of arrows brought down an army of 50,000 Ogres. Unfortunately, the methods for making those bows and crossbows have been lost, and the Orcs declined as a result."