Parallel Draenor, Nagrand Plains.
After Garrosh finished speaking, he calmly met Kairozdormu's gaze.
"Is that so?" Kairozdormu laughed. "But how come I don't remember giving you that choice?"
"You may look like an orc, but your conduct has already exposed you. They aren't fools. I need someone to go to the Warsong Clan." Garrosh answered calmly.
"Hmm, is that so? Then how long until I can meet up with you again?" Kairozdormu's smile grew increasingly strange.
"Who can say? When the time is right..."
"You mean we should never see each other again, right?"
Kairozdormu shook his head, cutting off the orc, and wagged a finger at him. "Garrosh, Garrosh... petty tricks have never been your strength. Don't embarrass yourself."
Garrosh replied with, "Fine."
His voice remained steady. "Fine. Then I'll be blunt. My Horde doesn't need a Dragon's help."
"Your Horde?" Kairozdormu slowly rose to his feet, carefully holding the Temporal Anomaly hourglass in one hand.
"Your Horde has already abandoned you. Without me, you'd still be locked inside that filthy cave prison. You have no right to demand that I leave."
As he spoke, the Bronze Dragon disguised as an orc tilted his head.
"If you refuse to obey me... I guarantee that what happens to you next will make dying beneath an executioner's blade feel easier."
Garrosh merely stared coldly at the Bronze Dragon.
A moment later...
He suddenly charged at the outrageously arrogant Dragon, his battle cry ringing through the surroundings.
He took three great strides, leaped over the campfire, seized Kairozdormu by the throat, and began strangling him with all his strength.
A bronze flash flickered, and the hourglass in Kairozdormu's hand emitted a faint glow of energy.
Garrosh blinked and found that he was clutching nothing but air.
The extinguished campfire he had crossed