Damn it!
Gazing at the incredibly bloated and disgustingly ugly face in the photo, Garrosh's eyes blazed with fury. "That despicable Thrall! After treating my father like that, he still makes me do this kind of thing!"
Saurfang shook his head. "Garrosh, you're still too young. In fact, Thrall once intervened personally, but lacked the charisma to succeed. Compared to the delicious fruits of success, such a price is insignificant."
Garrosh took a deep breath. "Please enlighten me, senior, how should I deal with Thrall?"
Saurfang smiled slightly, thinking to himself that he had finally persuaded Garrosh and could use him to fight against Thrall.
Thrall's greatest asset is his behind-the-scenes supporters. Whether it's the Burning Legion, Guardian Medivh, or the Dragonkin, none of them would support a useless person. Although Thrall has suffered many failures, such as the loss of 100,000 Dragonblood Orcs, he has been successful overall. There is no other choice but to trust Thrall.
Garrosh nodded, already understanding.
Saurfang continued, "First, we need to thwart Thrall and disappoint his backers, so Thrall will lose their trust. Second, we need to let them know that Thrall is not the only option; there are people more suitable to be the Orcs Warchief."
Garrosh's eyes flickered, revealing a glimmer of hope.
Saurfang certainly didn't believe that the young Garrosh could replace Thrall; he was merely taking advantage of the young man's arrogance and blind self-confidence, giving him some hope in order to use him.
"I know how to frustrate Thrall." Garrosh smashed the table with his fist, grinning maliciously. "Kalimdor, the richest woman in Doras, I will kill her with my own hands and utterly extinguish Thrall's hopes."
Saurfang looked at Garrosh in surprise and warned, "Doras is surrounded by countless guards. Even if you manage to kill her, you will hardly escape and will only lose your life in vain."
"So what?" Garrosh gritted his teeth, as if his heart was filled with endless hatred. "Thrall treated my father like this, kidnapped Agna, and set a trap for me. I'd give my life for that!"
Saurfang hadn't expected that someone like Garrosh would have the will to die; this was an unexpected bonus. He quickly grasped Garrosh's hands and said excitedly:
"Good, good, I knew I hadn't misjudged you. Thrall is a cancer on us Orcs. His ambition, his ruthlessness, his incompetence will ultimately push the Orcs into the Abyss of darkness. Now is the time for a hero to stand up, end Thrall's Evil reign, save the Orcs, and save Azeroth."
Garrosh waved his hand forcefully and said solemnly, "I have no intention of saving Azeroth, nor do I want to become a hero. I only want to deal with Thrall and seek justice for my father and Agna."
With a death wish, Garrosh successfully won Saurfang's trust.
Unfortunately, the seasoned Saurfang was unaware that this was precisely Garrosh's plan.
He knew he had no supporters at the moment, and was outnumbered and outmatched. He couldn't fight Thrall on his own. Only by gaining Saurfang's support could he have any room to maneuver.
Saurfang's help was invaluable. He analyzed Thrall's strategy in detail and devised a countermeasure, since Thrall had used this method against Chen and Stormstout before, and Saurfang had witnessed it all.
At this moment, Thrall had no idea that Garrosh had already colluded with Saurfang the Great. The next morning, Thrall personally invited Garrosh to visit the clean and tidy Orcs Camp.
"Look, this is our mighty and mighty Orcs army. Under my leadership, the various Orcs Clans have put aside their prejudices and, regardless of where they come from, have united as one family. Oh, and our allies Darkspear Trolls Clan, are also our good brothers and loyal comrades."
Garrosh followed behind Thrall, surveying the well-organized Orcs camp. Like Thrall's admirers, he wore an expression of sincere admiration and praised:
"Great Savior Thrall, you truly are a great hero of the Orcs!"
Thrall humbly replied, "Don't call me a Savior, I don't deserve it. I only did what I could, all for the Orcs, for Azeroth."
Vol'jin carefully observed Garrosh's expression. At this moment, Garrosh was like a child who had just left the village and seen the wonderful world outside. Everything in the military camp was attracting him, and he couldn't help but nod.
Garrosh took the opportunity to ask Thrall for advice on military matters, such as how to lead troops, how to train them, how to set up camp, how to arrange daily routines, and how to establish visible and hidden sentries.
For a general, this knowledge is an invaluable Wealth.
To win over Garrosh, Thrall was open and honest, explaining everything to him meticulously. Garrosh was so excited that he almost wanted to become Thrall's apprentice, but Thrall helped him up, and the two continued to address each other as brothers.
Garrosh was a studious man with an exceptionally bright mind. Taking advantage of Thrall's opportunity to gain favor, he frantically absorbed the knowledge in the military camp, actively studying military strategy and tactics, and familiarizing himself with the customs and culture of the Azeroth Continent.
Before long, Thrall was surprised to find that Garrosh was progressing very quickly.
He seemed to be a born general, never bound by military strategy, and always able to offer thought-provoking insights.
Not only Thrall, but even those around Thrall felt that Garrosh's talent far surpassed Thrall's.
This is a growing threat, and there's no other way but for Thrall to speed things up.
At noon that day, the sea was calm. Thrall and Garrosh stood on the top of the Divine Turtle's head, gazing at the vast ocean. Not far away was an Island, and Seagulls occasionally flew into the blue sky.
"Garrosh, how have I treated you these days?" Thrall asked.
"You are my good brother, my lifelong friend." Garrosh said with emotion, "To be friends with the Savior is the greatest fortune of Garrosh life."
Thrall nodded. "Garrosh, as you've probably noticed, the Orcs are facing a predicament. The Evil Troggs stand in our way, preventing us from saving Azeroth. We Orcs are adrift on the sea, helpless and alone. There is only one way to escape this situation."
Garrosh had long attended military conferences and understood the Orcs' predicament. "Only by uniting the Night Elf race, Centaurs, Tauren, and others can we defeat the Evil Troggs."
Thrall nodded. "So we need a suitable intermediary, Doras, the richest woman in Kalimdor, and an incomparably beautiful female Orcs. I hope you can go and meet her in my place and win her favor."
Garrosh looked troubled. "My friend, but I already have someone I like."
Thrall laughed heartily, "What's wrong with marrying several great heroes who are like brothers?"
Saurfang had warned Garrosh that he must not agree at this moment, otherwise it would arouse Thrall's suspicion.
Garrosh stubbornly shook his head. "Good brother, even if you asked me to die for you, I would never refuse. But such a thing goes against my wishes, so let's choose someone else."
With that, Garrosh left without looking back.
Thrall continued gazing at the waves of the sea, his expression unchanged, when Vol'jin appeared behind him.
"That's a normal reaction," Vol'jin said with a sigh of relief. "Garrosh hasn't seen much of the outside world, and his thinking is rather conservative. Take it slow, don't rush."