A colossal figure appeared before Fandral Staghelm. Fandral Staghelm looked up at the towering body of the Demigod Cenarius, a newly created form that was far stronger than it had been ten thousand years ago.
Cenarius was Malfurion's mentor and the creator of the Druids, a man of immense prestige. Fandral Staghelm had no choice but to bow and pay his respects to the great Cenarius.
"Fandral Staghelm, I've heard about you." Cenarius's voice boomed like Thunder.
Recalling his son's tragic death, Fandral Staghelm's eyes immediately reddened, and he pleaded, "Great Cenarius, the Orcs have betrayed us, slaughtering our Sentinels and cruelly tearing my son apart! You are the Guardian of the Night Elves. Please step forward and lead the Night Elf race to drive out the Orcs, making Thrall pay for his crimes in blood!"
Cenarius's gaze sharpened as he glared fiercely at Fandral Staghelm: "Fandral Staghelm, do you not know your crime? Your son has offended the great Savior and committed an unforgivable crime. His death is well-deserved."
"What?"
Fandral Staghelm's expression changed drastically. Trembling, he pointed at Cenarius, unable to believe his ears. "What... what are you saying?"
"Watch your words and your attitude, you insignificant Fandral Staghelm."
Cenarius, Pride and rude, pointed a foreleg at Fandral Staghelm and said:
"You are but a lowly Druid, insignificant, while I, the creator of the Druids, brought nature and life to this world. Your son, the despicable Valstann, a traitor to Azeroth, Thrall devoted himself to this world, Consecration everything. You should be grateful for the Mercy of the Savior."
Fandral Staghelm, his face turning ashen with rage, cried out, "Fine, fine, my son is the Betrayer, then what about the soldiers slaughtered by the Orcs? Are they the Betrayer too? And what about the innocent civilians of the Scarlet Lands? How do you explain that?"
Cenarius said arrogantly, "That's right, Orcs are merciful; they only kill the Evil creatures that destroy Azeroth. Your son and those Sentinels have been corrupted; they have long since fallen into darkness."
Faced with this baseless slander, Fandral Staghelm remained calm. He realized something was amiss; the truth had been distorted, right and wrong were blurred, and there must be a secret hidden behind it. Fandral Staghelm revealed a mocking smile:
Cenarius, hopefully the Orcs won't eat you too soon.
Cenarius suddenly felt a chill. Because of the Moon Goddess, he couldn't remember the events of ancient times clearly, but he had a familiar feeling that made him feel afraid and dreadful from the bottom of his heart.
"I will prove to you, Fandral Staghelm, that the Orcs are so merciful, and you are nothing but the father of the Betrayer, a disgraceful Druid."
Cenarius enjoyed an extremely high reputation among the Night Elves. His appearance was like a shining star, something that ordinary Night Elves could only look up to. In Night Elf society, Cenarius's words were second only to the oracle of Elune.
Even more terrifying was the Night Elves ' blind worship of Cenarius.
Cenarius quickly revealed the "truth": the son of Fandral Staghelm had long since fallen and had become a minion of the Old Gods C'Thun during the War of the Shifting Sands, plotting to destroy Azeroth.
When Valstann learned that Thrall was the great Savior, he plotted to kill Thrall, who was intent on destroying the world. Fortunately, the Savior was clever and astute and learned of Valstann's plot beforehand.
Cenarius's explanation was believed by most of the Night Elves, while a few wiser ones who could see through the truth knew they could not fight Cenarius and could only remain silent.
Soon, Fiona and the Druids who had escaped from Rag City were imprisoned. Fiona was sent to the Vault of the Wardens to await trial.
Under Cenarius's direction, the Night Elves began to aid the Orcs.
Dalaran, the Burning Legion's camp.
In the darkness, Grom Hellscream's fragmented consciousness came together, and an unseen hand pieced it back together, then bound it firmly with some kind of magic.
Grommash Hellscream watched as a bystander recounted the memories flashing through his mind. He recalled the Evil spirit hidden within Thrall, and how Thrall had cruelly tormented him, utterly destroying his dignity.
Deep within his consciousness, Grom Hellscream let out a silent roar, simultaneously feeling panic and fear. Thrall's cruelty and ruthlessness terrified him from the bottom of his heart.
Next, he saw everything Garrosh had done, memories that came from conversations of the guards who watched over him. These confidants of Thrall did not shy away from Grommash Hellscream, after all, he was a madman.
"It was Garrosh, my son, who defeated Thrall and begged the Burning Legion. It was only through the healing of the Legion Engineers that I was given a new life." Grommash Hellscream was deeply moved, but also felt a profound sense of shame.
After an unknown amount of time, Grommash Hellscream slowly opened his eyes and saw his young son. Garrosh, his eyes filled with tears, looked at his father's face with joyful sobs.
Grommash Hellscream's eyes were clear, and he had clearly regained his senses.
"Fool, you unfilial son, you've ruined everything!" Grom Hellscream punched Garrosh.
Caught off guard, Garrosh was immediately knocked to the ground. Grom Hellscream stood up, sat heavily on Garrosh, and punched him repeatedly in the face.
After all, Grom Hellscream was quite old and not as strong as the young and vigorous Garrosh. However, Garrosh was suddenly attacked unexpectedly, and given Grommash Hellscream's rich combat experience, once he gained the upper hand, Garrosh would never have another chance to retaliate.
Garrosh's mind was buzzing, his body felt weak and powerless, and he desperately wanted to know why, but Grommash Hellscream wouldn't let him speak.
Doras and Vol'jin, who were standing nearby, were dumbfounded. Doras thought Grommash Hellscream had gone mad and was about to order the guards to pull Grommash Hellscream when Vol'jin grabbed Doras's sleeve and gently shook his head.
"You unfilial son! How could I have given birth to such a bastard?" Grom Hellscream grew heavier and heavier, leaving Garrosh on the verge of death, with countless bones broken throughout his body.
Grom Hellscream then stood up, kicked Garrosh was lying like a dead dog, and roared:
"What a useless piece of trash! I'll spare your breath so you can think carefully about what you've done wrong!"
Grom Hellscream away, fully aware that there were still many Warsong Clan within the Orcs who remained loyal to him, their old chieftain. With their help, he had the means to contend with Thrall.
What Thrall owes him, he will take back with his own hands.
Moreover, he possessed a secret that he believed Archimonde would be interested in, thus gaining the support of the Burning Legion. Grom Hellscream confidently walked toward the Legion's leader's tent.
Doras summoned a physician to treat Garrosh. After a long while, Garrosh finally awoke, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and weakly asked, "Why is this happening?"
Vol'jin shrugged and loudly reminded them:
"Don't you understand? Garrosh, the battle for the chieftainship has begun."