Ghostmist Peak, Dragonmaw Fortress.
Kargath's passionate duel ended quickly. Naturally, he emerged victorious; fighting one against three had not changed the absolute gap in individual strength and equipment.
"Not bad. You're a strong warrior. You'll bear worthy offspring, and your two companions aren't bad either."
Kargath extended his left hand and pulled Gaan, who was crouching on the ground and gasping for breath, to her feet.
"Looks like your reputation isn't undeserved either, Kargath of the Gorehowl Clan. At the very least, you're tougher than the men of our Dragonmaw Clan. You can indeed provide excellent blood for my future children—if you're sure Death Knights can still reproduce. I hope that thing of yours still works."
"Your children? Bullshit! You foul-mouthed idiot, they'll be my children! And I'm a Death Knight personally modified by the Titans. Of course that thing still works!"
"Ha, now you're the one going crazy, Kargath."
Gaan's two companions immediately raised their voices in agreement.
Grom Hellscream strode over, glanced at the dog man and woman who had already begun arguing over whose children they would be and whether the thing in their pants still worked, then shook his head helplessly.
"Shut up! Listen to me! I'm not talking about whose children they'll be, you two idiots!"
Seeing the four of them fall silent and turn to look at him, Grom let out a heavy sigh.
"You possess strong bodies and unyielding wills. Remaining in the Dragonmaw Clan's Proto-Dragon forces would be a waste of the three of you. The Iron Horde is now recruiting you. You will become our Iron Valkyries, with the same status as Kargath... Shut up, Kargath! Now, make your decision."
"I have no objections. I'm rather interested in those steel toys of yours. Count me in." Executor Suka shrugged.
"If you