Compared to Grom Hellscream's robust physique, Sylvanas was neither tall nor strong enough.
But her aura was in no way weak; she looked down at the other person with utter disdain.
Sylvanas, holding a large cup of Blood of Mannoroth, Pride addressed Grommash Hellscream:
"Drink it, you insignificant Orcs, become my Servant, submit to your Destiny. I am Sylvanas, Warlords of Draenor, Orcs are fit only to be my slaves."
"Hahaha, I smell Fel. Woman, are you Gul'dan's messenger?"
Grommash Hellscream let out a mocking laugh, sizing up Sylvanas and pointing to the colossal, rocky hand that blotted out the sky:
"Don't think this thing can scare me; your little tricks won't fool me."
High Archmage Antonidas shrugged and muttered, "I knew this thing wouldn't work."
It turns out that Mannoroth's Fel modification of the Earth Giants's arm was not yet complete, but Sylvanas couldn't wait any longer. She knew all too well that things could change if she waited too long, and who knew if the big shots behind the scenes would change their minds.
So Antonidas concocted an illusion, combining it with Draenor's Legendary about ancient Earth Giants, and successfully frightened the Iron Horde's soldiers.
That's why Sylvanas and her companions were able to successfully overcome numerous obstacles and arrive at the gates of Hellfire Citadel.
Sylvanas parted her red lips slightly and said with an air of authority, "Insolent Orcs, please call me Her Majesty the Queen."
Grommash Hellscream remained unperturbed, smiling faintly as he deliberately asked, "Then, Your Majesty, what will be the price? What will the price be?"
Sylvanas shook her head. "I don't know what price you'll have to pay for the Blood of Mannoroth, but I can tell you clearly that the price you will pay for refusing me is one you cannot afford."
Antonidas nodded, then cast a teleportation spell, summoning a coffin.
As the coffin opened, Grom Hellscream, rotting and long since Forsaken, leaped out and knelt respectfully before Sylvanas, speaking in the most obsequious tone:
"Great Dark Lady, I, Grom Hellscream, am willing to become your Servant."
Grommash Hellscream was stunned for a long time. He recognized that this was Parallel Worlds, and his future self, thirty-five years later, was practically a carbon copy of himself, except for his rotting body. That familiar feeling was absolutely unmistakable.
So humble, so obsequious, utterly devoid of dignity.
Antonidas summoned a stone throne, and Sylvanas sat upon it. Grommash Hellscream, the Forsaken, lifted the queen's feet and gently licked her toes.
Sylvanas glanced at the dumbfounded Grommash Hellscream and smiled smugly:
"Grommash Hellscream, you are not alone. My loyal servants can take your place and rule your Iron Horde. Whether you are valiantly killed by me like a warrior, or wisely submit to me, it makes no difference to me. Perhaps you will be even more loyal to me as Undead. My patience is limited; do not keep me waiting."
This is a blatant trampling of Grommash Hellscream's dignity.
Grommash Hellscream may seem impulsive, but he is quite rational most of the time, especially when facing danger; otherwise, he wouldn't have become the leader of the Iron Horde.
Fear flashed in his eyes; this ability to not find peace even in death instilled a deep-seated dread in him.
A figure engulfed in Flames walked out of the gates of Hellfire Citadel.
"Grommash Hellscream, what has instilled fear in you? What has made you doubt courage? Have I misjudged you?"
This was a much stronger Orcs who shoved Kilrogg Deadeye aside and stood before Sylvanas.
Blackhand Blackhand, engulfed in flames, wielded a red-hot warhammer and looked down at Sylvanas.
"What right does a woman, a small and delicate creature, have to be the Warlords of Draenor?"
Blackhand's face was contorted with rage, the raging flames fueling his confidence. He Grommash Hellscream, who was licking Sylvanas's toes, and sneered:
"Grom, I thought you were a warrior as great as me, but I never imagined you in another world would be so cowardly. Is this your true nature? Is your iron will just a facade?"
Grommash Hellscream fiercely back at Blackhand; the two most powerful Orcs leaders stared at each other angrily.
Sylvanas curled her lip and smiled contemptuously:
"Blackhand, don't think you're so glorious. In the face of death, you're nothing but a lowly worm. No matter how great you were in life, the afterlife belongs to me, and you cannot escape your tragic Destiny."
Antonidas teleported another coffin, this time containing Blackhand, now a Forsaken.
Like Grommash Hellscream, Blackhand the Forsaken licked Sylvanas's toes like a dog.
"You damned woman! You've trampled on the dignity of an Orcs hero! You've challenged the Invincible Iron Horde! You must pay the price!"
Blackhand was consumed by rage. He raised his greatsword and roared as he charged toward Sylvanas.
Sylvanas casually exhaled, and a powerful Fel energy enveloped Blackhand.
Blackhand hovered in the air, his warhammer slipping from his hand, his limbs struggling as if gripped by an invisible hand.
The Evil power transformed into venomous snakes, burrowing into Blackhand's body and extinguishing his proud Flame power.
"Spare me!"
The usually arrogant Blackhand actually made such a statement.
"I didn't hear it, I didn't hear it."
Sylvanas's bright pupils suddenly contracted.
With a bang.
Blackhand's strong body exploded into a rain of blood, bones and flesh scattered all around. This mighty Orcs Warrior was defeated with ease.
Grommash Hellscream and Kilrogg Deadeye both gasped in surprise and took a step back in fear.
Sylvanas leaped from the throne, her bare feet untouched by a speck of dust, and slowly extended her right hand.
Despite possessing Fel Body, Sylvanas did not relinquish her dark powers. Blackhand's flesh and blood, as if drawn by some force, quickly coalesced, piecing together a mangled Orcs corpse.
"Blackhand, your iron will is utterly fragile. Rise, my lowly Servant."
Blackhand rose to his feet, his eyes gleaming red, and knelt on the ground, humbly submitting to Sylvanas.
"What's the point of having identical Undead from two Parallel Worlds?"
Sylvanas seemed very unhappy and picked up the cup containing Blood of Mannoroth again.
"Whoever arrives first will receive this great gift."
Seeing Blackhand meet such a tragic end, Grommash Hellscream did not hesitate at all. He strode forward, took the Blood of Mannoroth, and drank it down in one gulp.
Grommash Hellscream knelt on the ground in agony, his entire body brimming with Fel energy.
Then, Kilrogg Deadeye stepped forward and drank Blood of Mannoroth without hesitation.
"You will love this taste, Grommash Hellscream, Kilrogg. You will become beings that make Azeroth tremble. Pledge your allegiance to the great Dark Lady."
The Iron Horde has submitted, and Sylvanas wears a triumphant smile.