Parallel world of Draenor, Frostfire Ridge.
"Listen up. We have only one objective: Draenor Fortress! Find the old chieftain's parallel counterpart and kill him on the spot! Show no mercy!"
"Lok'tar!"
Aboard the flagship Doomhammer, General Nazgrel issued the latest orders to the Glory Legion expeditionary force.
Well, the whole matter was not actually that complicated. Put simply, during the first contact, old chieftain Durotan had volunteered to serve as the Horde's official diplomatic envoy. He went to contact the Frostwolf Clan of this parallel world, hoping to win them over from the Orthodox Horde and bring them into the New Horde.
Durotan went ashore. Durotan arrived at Draenor Fortress. Durotan met another version of himself from the parallel world. Durotan entered diplomatic negotiations with himself.
Then, just as expected, it failed. The two Durotans quickly argued until the sky nearly fell, creating an incredibly bizarre scene.
"Shut up! Other me! You have fallen and become one of those invaders from the World of Azeroth. You are a disgrace to the orcs! Every orc on your side is a disgrace to the orcs!"
Several young Kor'kron soldiers accompanying him immediately widened their eyes and glared furiously at these fellow countrymen from the parallel world.
They were all native-born orcs of the World of Azeroth and had little attachment to the world of Draenor to begin with. Now that these Draenor natives were spouting nonsense with their noses in the air, naturally they were displeased.
"Shut up! You ungrateful me! I'm pointing out a clear path to freedom for you! The World of Azeroth isn't what you imagine it to be!"
A moment later... the topic seemed to have become somewhat strange.
"Shut up! Draka is my wife!"
"Bullshit! Draka is my wife! She has nothing to do with you!"
Well,