Garrosh Hellscream, despite his noble lineage and illustrious surname, had long lost his former glory after the Grom Hellscream Warsong Clan's defeat in Azeroth and the uncertainty of his fate.
Garrosh, who grew up in Nagrand, didn't think he was any different. He was thin and weak, considered poor in physique among Orcs, and unable to communicate with Elemental Powers, which led to him being bullied by his people.
Garrosh had been in love with Agna since childhood. Agna was a rare beauty among the Orcs, and she could communicate with the Elemental Power from a young age. She was never short of suitors. Garrosh knew that he was not good enough for her, so he just watched from afar.
To alleviate his lovesickness, Garrosh wrote down his feelings for Agna in his diary and secretly kept it. Unfortunately, the boy who bullied him found it and read it aloud in front of everyone, causing Garrosh to lose face.
From then on, Garrosh's life became even more miserable. Agna's suitors took pleasure in torturing Garrosh, leaving him covered in wounds every day, feeling like he was living a life worse than death. He even considered suicide.
The arrival of an old Shaman completely changed Garrosh's Destiny.
This was a Shaman of mysterious origin who demonstrated superb herbal skills, curing many sick villagers and winning their favor. When he saw Garrosh, he showed a look of surprise and delight:
"You are even weaker than your father." The old Shaman patted Garrosh's thin shoulders and nodded with satisfaction. "A fine prospect; given time, your achievements will far surpass your father's."
Garrosh looked bewildered; he didn't understand what was so special about being thin.
At this moment, Garrosh was unaware that various dark magics circulated among the Orcs, and only families that mastered dark magic could secure the position of chieftain. For example, the Blackhand Family's fusion with the power of Lava, the Deadeye Family's prophetic abilities, Frostwolf Clan's Wolf Spirit Possession —it was these extraordinary abilities that guaranteed the chieftain's position.
The Grommash Hellscream family's inherited dark magic involves fusing with the Heart of a Gronn, sealing the souls of enemies within it after they are killed; the more enemies they kill, the stronger they become.
Like all Orcs dark magic, it was inherited from Two Mysterious Ancient Gods.
Of course, this requires the special bloodline of the Grommash Hellscream family; otherwise, the effect will be much weaker.
On a moonless, dark night, inside a secret cave, the old Shaman performed a special ritual to transplant a Gronn's heart into Garrosh.
Garrosh felt an unparalleled power filling his body, his heart brimming with a bloodlust. The old Shaman smiled and placed a sharp axe in his hand, saying in a deep voice:
"If you wish to accomplish great things, you must first be unafraid of sacrifice—not your own, but the lives of your people. Treat them as mere weeds and ants. Go forth, and let the flames of revenge consume you."
Garrosh walked into the village with an axe in hand. He knocked on the door of the first house, where the children often bullied him. Looking at the children's parents with their cold expressions, Garrosh calmly raised his axe.
Like death knocking on the door, Garrosh calmly and methodically knocked on door after door. There were no screams, no resistance. The strength of his people was insignificant before him; killing them was as easy as mowing grass.
By the time the sun rose, there were hardly any living Orcs left in the entire village.
Garrosh looked serene, not a drop of blood on his body. After this night of bloodshed, Garrosh's fame spread rapidly, and he became a great hero of the Nagrand Orcs.
Orcs worship the strong, and killing is merely a beautiful ornament on the head of the strong. Garrosh has come to enjoy this feeling. He guards Agna's side, and anyone who dares to approach Agna, or even just glance at her, will be slaughtered by Garrosh's axe if he happens to be in a bad mood.
The savage, ferocious, and death-like Garrosh became an object of both fear and worship among his people.
On that day, several Ogres of mysterious origin, disguised as Ogres from Warmaul Hill, kidnapped Agna, claiming they would make Agna the bride of the Ogre chieftain.
Garrosh realized something was amiss and went to question the Ogres of Warmaul Hill. Sure enough, it wasn't the Ogres who did it. Enraged, Garrosh searched Nagrand but couldn't find any trace of Agna.
Strangely, a few days later, Agna returned safely, claiming that it was Thrall, the Savior had come to visit her grandmother, Thrall had saved her.
From then on, Agna lost her appetite and grew thinner day by day, constantly talking about Thrall.
Thrall, the great hero Savior of the Orcs, was equally famous among the Orcs of Outland. Garrosh was unaware of his father's fate at this moment and had once regarded Thrall as his idol.
But Agna was completely infatuated with Thrall, constantly thinking of him, which made Garrosh hate Thrall completely.
She thought time would heal all wounds and that Agna would gradually forget Thrall, but bad things soon happened: Thrall's advisor Eitrigg, arrived in Nagrand and received a warm welcome.
"Wow! It's Savior 'Thrall advisor!" The female Orcs' eyes sparkled, as did Agna's.
In front of a large group of villagers, Eitrigg delivered a speech with dramatic intonation:
"The great Savior Thrall is leading the Orcs, about to land on Kalimdor to rescue the suffering people there and fight to save Azeroth. Now is a time when all industries need to be rebuilt, and we urgently need the participation of all kinds of talents."
Agna excitedly followed her tribesmen to register, while Garrosh was burning with rage. Unwilling to abandon Agna, he also registered to join the Orcs army.
"Garrosh Hellscream." Eitrigg looked up at the tall, fierce-looking Orcs: "Your father now serves Thrall. It would be wonderful if you could come and join him."
This was the first time in many years that Garrosh had heard news of his father. Overjoyed, he followed Eitrigg to the Azeroth Continent.
On the broad back of the Divine Turtle, as wide as Island, Garrosh met Thrall for the first time.
"Garrosh, what a fine boy. Your father is fighting to protect Azeroth and is not here now. Grom is my elder, and you and I are brothers. Come, let us celebrate our reunion today."
Thrall kindly took Garrosh's hand and led him into a dilapidated tent.
It was another attempt to deceive Chen, using the same Stormstout. Thrall was dressed simply, eating toasted barley cakes and drinking plain water, living and eating with the soldiers, and his tent was filled with all sorts of books; he looked like a diligent and studious person.
Vol'jin, Eitrigg, Rokhan, and the others all had refined and friendly expressions, and the atmosphere was filled with laughter, as if they were a close-knit family.
But Garrosh was not Chen Stormstout; judging from Thrall's imposing physique, he deduced that the Orcs was carnivorous, and that baked flatbread could hardly sustain his stamina.
It's incredible that a carnivorous Orcs would pretend to be a vegetarian.
Garrosh remained impassive, feigning deep emotion, and continued to praise Thrall. During the gathering, he did not see the Orcs symbol of honor, Saurfang the Great, and immediately realized that the two were rivals.
To truly understand a person, the best way is to learn from their enemies.
In the still of the night, Garrosh slipped past the guards watching him and sneaked into Saurfang's tent.