An Anjing over the tent. Garrosh listened intently, a smug smile playing on his lips.
"Garrosh of Nagrand greets High Overlord Saurfang."
A faint light flashed, and an oil lamp lit up inside the tent.
Saurfang the Great sat upright in the center of the tent, like an ancient pine tree. There was a small table in front of him. His expression was calm, but a trace of panic could not be hidden in his eyes. His Battle Axe was hidden under the table.
"Child, you've finally arrived. I've been waiting for you for a long time," Saurfang said deliberately, glancing at Garrosh before nodding in satisfaction. "Indeed, a hero emerges from among the young. You remind me of your father."
Garrosh sat down in front of Saurfang. Although Saurfang the Great was known as the symbol of Orcs glory, Garrosh did not believe such nonsense. He had heard of Saurfang's ability to ambush and had been on guard.
Just now, inside the tent, Saurfang had already sneaked up behind Garrosh, but Garrosh discovered him, so Saurfang had to abandon his sneak attack. In their first encounter, Garrosh was the stronger opponent.
"I wish to see my father. Where is he? Please, Your Majesty, grant my request," Garrosh said.
Saurfang looked outside the tent. This area was filled with his personal guards and most reliable subordinates. Garrosh's ability to sneak in without alerting any sentries proved that this young Orcs was exceptionally strong.
"Child, what do you think of Thrall?" Saurfang asked, seemingly unrelated to the question.
Garrosh frowned; he had guessed the rivalry between Saurfang and Thrall.
"I don't know, but I have a feeling that Thrall is hiding a lot from me."
Saurfang leaned forward slightly, gazing at the young Orcs: "Reputation and honor are the most terrifying disguises in this world. The rumors you've heard are deliberately spread to you by those powerful figures. The truth is something you need to understand and think for yourself. Reality is far more cruel than you expect."
Garrosh listened quietly. "Please enlighten me, Your Majesty."
Saurfang the Great grinned. "There is no friendship without a reason in this world, nor is there care and support without a purpose. What I need is a reliable ally, not a burden."
"A trade?"
Garrosh understood this principle long ago. For example, he was Demons of Nagrand, and all the Orcs feared him, but they had no choice but to rely on him. Only a powerful figure like Garrosh could bring the Orcs a sense of security and prevent them from being bullied by Ogres and other foreign races.
"My father, is he in a bad situation?" Garrosh understood the implication. Saurfang's words proved that Garrosh had no other options to offer in exchange.
As the son of Grom Hellscream, Saurfang shouldn't treat him this way, unless his father is in dire straits.
Saurfang clapped his hands and exclaimed, "A clever child! Seeing you reminds me of my own children, none of whom are easy to deal with. If only they had even a fraction of your intelligence. Garrosh, I'm warning you in advance: no matter what, you must remain calm and never let hatred cloud your judgment."
Although he was always Pain Suppression by Thrall, Saurfang still had enough power. He led Garrosh to a corner of the Orcs Camp, a place of extremely dirty tents, with heavily guarded soldiers everywhere.
"They are all Thrall's guards, but thankfully I've planted my trusted men among them." Saurfang approached a soldier, whispered a few words, and the soldier nodded, leading Saurfang and Garrosh into the central tent.
Peeking through the cracks in the tent, one could see several of Thrall's trusted men, fully armed and on guard. In the very center of the tent sat an old Orcs, his body bound in chains, his face covered in wrinkles, his white hair and beard dirty and unkempt.
The old Orcs had a vacant stare, wore a dirty robe, and was covered in wounds of all sizes, many of which were rotting and oozing pus, some so deep that bone was visible.
"Filthy old dog, eat up! Haha!" A servant brought food, rotten meat, which he threw on the ground without ceremony, and kicked the old Orcs several times.
The surrounding Orcs sneered loudly, "So this is Grommash Hellscream? Just a dog that can't bark."
The old Orcs lay on the ground, devouring rotten flesh, a silly grin on his face, truly resembling a pitiful dog.
A sense of Blood Bond washed over him, and Garrosh's eyes instantly welled up with tears. Without a word, he knew perfectly well that the man in the center of the tent was none other than his father, the infamous Grom Hellscream.
Garrosh clenched his fists, enduring the pain with all his might, his eyes bloodshot. He kept repeating in his mind the old Shaman's words. "Remember, child, in this world, no one is worth risking your life for except yourself."
Saurfang led Garrosh away and returned to Saurfang's tent. Garrosh knelt on the ground and let out a muffled roar, but not a single tear fell from his eyes.
"Do you know why so many Orcs support Thrall?" Saurfang sighed. "We Orcs have always been very brave, but deep down we are also cowardly. Your father set a good example for all Orcs. Even heroes like Grom Hellscream met such an end. Who would dare to oppose Thrall?"
"I will seek revenge," Garrosh said earnestly, his voice filled with Steadfast conviction.
"What will you use for revenge? With your strength alone?" Garrosh sneered.
"You have no idea how terrifying power Thrall possesses. Even if you manage to kill him, he will resurrect to show you. Thrall has the support of the Burning Legion on the outside, and the help of the Guardian Medivh and the Dragonkin on the inside. He is the chosen one of this era, the great Savior."
Garrosh closed his eyes, his heart filled with panic, but thankfully he was able to control his emotions, so nothing was outwardly apparent. This earned him Saurfang's special admiration, who immediately looked at him with newfound respect.
"Perhaps only this child has the strength, courage, and hope to stand against Thrall." Garrosh's mind raced, and he decided to be honest with Garrosh: "Child, do you know why Thrall asked you to come?"
Garrosh shook his head. "I came of my own accord, Thrall didn't invite me."
Saurfang sighed, "My child, you are unaware of the conspiracy. Thrall's despicable deeds may have escaped others' notice, but they cannot be hidden from me. Thrall once sent Eitrigg to hire Ogres to kidnap Agna, and then Thrall himself rescued Agna. I know all of this perfectly well."
Garrosh looked surprised, then nodded, explaining his question.
They did all this for your sake.
Saurfang handed over a Goblin photograph. It showed a woman who was as obese as Ogre. It must be said that Saurfang was no ordinary man either. After Thrall's setback, Saurfang quickly obtained a photograph of Doras.
"This woman is named Doras, the richest woman in Kalimdor. We Orcs are currently facing difficulties, hindered by the Troggs. We must win her over. Doras prefers tall and brave Orcs, and those of noble birth are even better. You are the most suitable candidate."