Detective Garrosh

Garrosh was furious. Garrosh was extremely angry.

First came a sudden explosion that directly destroyed a large building near Warchief's Hall. More than a dozen Orcs living inside were all killed. The criminals responsible for this tragedy seemed to possess not the slightest shred of mercy, treating lives as if they meant nothing.

Then, taking advantage of the chaos, this criminal gang broke into Warchief's Hall. More than twenty elite Kor'kron guards assigned to defend it that night were all killed. Some gang members seemed to harbor a deep-seated hatred for the Horde. Killing people was not enough for them; they directly set Garrosh's Warchief throne ablaze, reducing it to ashes. In the end, they even tried to burn down the entire Warchief's Hall.

Had the nearby Kor'kron guards and City Defense Department forces not arrived in time, Warchief's Hall would now have become a blazing fireball.

This night could practically be called a night of unrest. It was not just Warchief's Hall—attacks and assassinations occurred all over the city, and their targets seemed highly selective, specifically targeting radicals who supported Garrosh and people from the predetermined timeline.

Trade Prince Gallywix was cursing and weeping. More than half of his Palace of Joy had been burned down, and he himself had suffered several long-range assassination attempts. That troublemaking gang seemed to bear an enormous grudge against this Great Goblin.

Of course, the most important matter was Salathas, Blade of the Dark Empire. That artifact dagger had been taken away by the gang, and its whereabouts were unknown.

How long had I even had it?! Huh? I hadn't even gotten it warmed up before it was snatched away! Was there no justice left?!

Warchief Garrosh swore to hunt down that evil criminal gang.

But saying it was easy; doing it was