Dragon Slayer Gruul, the most powerful Gronn in Draenor, once fought against Deathwing and emerged victorious with the help of Archmage Khadgar.
"I am the most powerful Gronn!"
Gruul roared as he charged toward the gates of Karazhan, his massive, mountain-like body crashing into the thick city walls.
Gruul's seven sons, not to be outdone, joined their father in ramming the gates of Karazhan.
A purple Magic Shield appeared, blocking the charge of Gruul and his son. This was Karazhan's magical defense. Gruul shook his massive head, took a few steps back, and launched another Charge.
Karazhan's magical defenses were very strong, but Dragon Slayer Gruul's relentless Charges rapidly weakened the Magic Shield, causing cracks to gradually appear.
Prince Malchezaar knew he couldn't continue like this; he had to come up with a solution.
Looking at Gruul's enormous body, Prince Malchezaar felt a sense of awe. Only the elder Archimonde was comparable in size to Gruul. Malchezaar had no choice but to step up himself, though he was not confident in his ability to do so.
"Let the Grandma Wolf deal with Gruul," said the shadowy figure lurking in the darkness.
The Grandma Wolf? She's just a member of the Opera House, performing the story of Little Red Riding Hood Grandma Wolf. Although the Grandma Wolf is a powerful mage, compared to the many strong individuals in Karazhan, her strength is not in the top tier.
A Worgen mage, wearing a red pointed hat, walked out from the back row and slowly floated in front of Gruul.
The Worgen mage's tiny figure was completely disproportionate to Gruul's enormous size.
"Who is she?" Sylvanas asked curiously. Since she was a mage and Worgen, a species from Azeroth, Antonidas had no reason not to know.
"I recognize her. She used to be a mage in Dalaran." Antonidas carefully observed the female Worgen in the air. "Her specialty is Shapeshifting; she can turn people into Little Red Riding Hood."
Sylvanas chuckled coldly, "Trying to turn Gruul into Little Red Riding Hood? That's a joke."
Besides his mountain-like physique, Gruul also possesses extremely high resistance to magic; ordinary spells cannot penetrate his defenses.
Antonidas exclaimed in alarm, "I almost forgot! Besides Shapeshifting, she's also skilled in Mind Magic!"
"What, Mind Magic?" Sylvanas thought to herself, realizing something was wrong.
Gronn are always solitary creatures, especially Dragon Slayer Gruul, who has almost no natural enemies. This means he doesn't need to use his brain much, which is his weakness, especially after becoming Undead, this weakness is amplified.
Sure enough, the worrying thing happened: the Worgen mage somehow and naturally sat on Gruul's head.
Gruul and his seven sons sat on the ground, as obedient as eight dogs. Luckily, Gronn didn't have a tail, or it probably would have wagged.
"Grom Hellscream, my bravest Warrior, kill her!" Sylvanas roared.
"As you wish, Dark Lady!"
A coffin behind him exploded with a bang, and Grom Hellscream leaped out, staring at the female mage above Gruul's head. He began his running start, then leaped high into the air, first with his knee, then his elbow, gradually landing on top of Gruul's head.
While the Worgen mage could soothe Gruul with Mind Magic, she couldn't control him in battle.
Just as Grom Hellscream onto Gruul's shoulder, gripping his Battle Axe tightly and soaring high into the air, the Worgen mage didn't even have time to cast a spell. At this crucial moment, a towering figure stood in front of the mage.
The Opera House, the Worgen sorceress's colleague, and the Tin Man from the Wizard of Oz.
The Tin Man comes from an unknown otherworld, and is completely different from the creatures of Azeroth.
Suddenly!
Grom's giant axe missed its mark. He stumbled from the force and nearly fell off Gruul's head. Grom was baffled; his axe seemed to be affected by an unknown force, changing direction mid-strike.
This Tin Man
Before Grom could react, the Battle Axe inexplicably slipped from his hand.
The Tin Man waved his hand and caught the Battle Axe that flew towards him.
"Something's strange, something's strange. This must be the effect of magnetism." Antonidas couldn't figure it out either, after all, he didn't know much about this alien life form, the Tin Man.
Deprived of his weapon, Grommash Hellscream was like a tiger without claws, struggling to cope with the combined attacks of the sorceress and the Tin Man.
"Hmph, interesting. Tricks are useless against absolute strength."
Sylvanas looked at the mysterious figure hidden in the shadows and confirmed that he was indeed the commander of Karazhan.
A commander who can make the right choice at a critical moment is clearly a man of great wisdom, very familiar with both enemy and friendly magic, and cunning enough to make Sylvanas take him seriously; she could no longer tolerate him.
"My warriors, awaken from your slumber!" Sylvanas roared.
Behind them, seven coffins opened almost simultaneously, and one after another, the towering figures who had long since passed away were brought back to light.
A particularly strong Tauren, carrying Runed Spear in one hand, scratched himself as he always had in life. This was none other than Cairne Bloodhoof, the Tauren Warchief. Although his bones had been made into the Cairne's Chair, his soul had been obtained by Sylvanas, who then reshaped his body.
Beside Cairne stood the meek and submissive Thrall, a far cry from his former arrogance, his eyes now filled only with submission and fear.
Garrosh Hellscream, nearly as strong as his father, habitually shook his head and stretched the muscles in his neck.
Saurfang the Great, the symbol of Orcs glory, had lost the luster in his eyes just like Thrall's, but he hadn't forgotten his instinct for sneak attacks. His sinister gaze fixed on his enemies, trying to find a weakness.
Kargath Bladefist, with a vicious expression and a massive fist blade on his left arm.
With a somber expression and only one eye, Kilrogg Deadeye was already dead; his eye, which could foretell death, had lost its function.
The most eye-catching among them is the Orcs wielding a giant hammer, with shoulder armor made from the bones of a pair of dragons. He is the strongest of all the Orcs and is none other than the Blackhand Warchief, nicknamed "The Destroyer".
Blackhand, the most tyrannical Warchief, was very unhappy. He had always wanted to take revenge on Orgrimmar for betraying him, but unfortunately, Orgrimmar's Restless Souls had been torn to pieces by the people of Lordaeron and could not be resurrected.
A Tauren and six Orcs appeared menacingly, exuding murderous intent. This was not even Sylvanas's full strength; several coffins behind her remained unopened.
Chieftain Blackhand, the most arrogant of them all, disdained to cooperate with others, and was the first to jump forward:
"Come on, anyone who dares to challenge the great Horde chief, you will all die."
Two slender figures leaped down: one was Undead man wielding a dagger, the other a woman holding a staff —Romeo and Juliet of the Opera House.
Blackhand didn't take these two seriously at all, but he sensed something was wrong as soon as they met.
Strange, my strength and stamina are constantly weakening.
Cairne Bloodhoof, Thrall, Saurfang, and others also joined the battle one after another.
Karazhan's lineup consisted of the entire Opera House, the Grandma Wolf, Romeo and Juliet, the Wizard of Oz, the witch, Moroes the Wizard of Oz, and his four followers.
Both sides' main forces were observing from the sidelines. The more Sylvanas watched, the more uneasy she became. Her own men Horde renowned heroes of the Horde, feared by all, yet now they were completely at a disadvantage.
"Who is that person? He knows our people too well, he knows everyone's weaknesses."
Sylvanas looked again at the commander hidden in the shadows, and whispered to Antonidas, "Send me up. I want to know his true identity."
Antonidas nodded and secretly cast a spell, enveloping Sylvanas in a purple light.
The next moment, Sylvanas appeared at the same height as the balcony and shot an arrow at the mysterious figure hidden among the generals of Karazhan.
The arrow, imbued with the power of moonlight, pierced the Magic Shield protecting Karazhan, but unfortunately, it also consumed a significant amount of power. Luckily, at the last moment, the hood covering the face was lifted.
An ugly and Evil Orcs face was revealed, its small red eyes filled with mockery.
"It's you, Gul'dan."