Parallel Draenor, Nagrand Grasslands.
The Shaohao Dynasty began constructing fortress strongholds along the border between Nagrand and Talador, then pushed into Nagrand's interior.
This was the core territory of the True Horde. The Warsong Clan had cultivated these grasslands for countless years, and fortresses and towns of every size had long since formed an interconnected defensive network here. It could be called impregnable.
Using highly mobile tactics, the Wolf Riders played guerrilla warfare with the Shaohao Dynasty—scratching them today, punching them tomorrow—greatly slowing the Pandaren's construction of fortresses and defensive lines.
The Shaohao Dynasty's primary target was Grommashar in the south, not far from them. Garrosh was there, commanding an elite Warsong Clan legion.
Garrosh no longer belonged to the Horde. Strictly speaking, he had betrayed Azeroth and escaped judgment.
There was no need to consider anything else. The orders were simple: find him, defeat him, kill him.
Since all the other factions were busy dealing with the war zones they had chosen before the conflict began, none had time to come to Nagrand and compete with the Pandaren for a bite. So the Pandaren were in no rush. They advanced steadily and methodically; after all, the enemy could not run away.
The Shaohao Dynasty's front was one of the slowest-moving war zones. Second slowest was their fellow sufferer, the Horde.
Their war in Frostfire Ridge had not gone smoothly either. After besieging Draenor Citadel for so long, they still had not made any breakthrough progress.
No one understood you better than yourself. And if anyone understood the Frostwolf Clan best, it was certainly the Horde.
Watching the Frostwolf Clan of this parallel world resolutely resist their assault, the Horde felt deeply conflicted—both proud and irritated.
"Look, those are our orcs. Their will is hard as steel, even when facing