The Seven Warlords of Draenor

Durotan's arrival with the Frostwolf Clan was like the horn sounding the arrival of the great clans. Before Leiluo could recover from the excitement of seeing Durotan, shouts rose from outside the market, even more imposing than when the Frostwolves had arrived.

"Warsong! The Warsong Clan is here!"

Before the cry had even faded, another force of a thousand rode in on dire wolves. Though their mounts were not as large as those of the Frostwolf Clan—after all, the Frostwolves made their living from them—the Warsong warriors made it clear at first glance that they were elites among elites.

The man at the head of the force dismounted and walked over to embrace Durotan. Leiluo watched their lips move; they were likely exchanging greetings. What left the deepest impression of the leading man, aside from his fierce and valiant aura, was the two-handed Battle Axe at his waist. The axe was called Blood Roar, and the orc was Grommash Hellscream—a legendary warrior who, even when trapped in desperate circumstances, could carve a bloody path free with the Battle Axe in his hand.

The next clans to arrive after the Warsong were the Shattered Hand Clan and the Blood Ring Clan.

The Shattered Hand Clan's chieftain was Kargath Bladefist. Madness glimmered in his eyes. His distinguishing features were his gray-white skin, long black hair, and the enormous blade-fist on his left arm. He had once belonged to no clan, yet the Shattered Hand Clan had now become one of the most powerful clans among the orcs.

The Blood Ring Clan's chieftain was Kilrogg Dead Eye. His presence was somewhat cold and sinister, enough to make others keep their distance. He had led the Blood Ring, once nearly exterminated by the Arakkoa, onto the path of strength.

These two chieftains were both examples Leiluo sought to learn from: their resilience and tenacity, as well as their determination to strengthen themselves and their clans.

Following those two clans came the Shadowmoon Clan.

The Shadowmoon Clan's chieftain was Ner'zhul, the Great Shaman respected by all orcs. His wisdom and his ability to commune with souls were the source of that respect. The hooded, hunched orc beside him, holding a staff in his hand, was Ner'zhul's prized disciple—Gul'dan, the bastard who would side with demons and bring ruin upon all orcs.

Just as the chieftains of several clans dismounted and began talking together, the ground began to shake. Orcs throughout the market rushed out of their tents and drew their weapons, believing some enormous beast had invaded. Only then did they spot more than a dozen Komodo Dragons in the distance.

After a while, the Komodo Dragons drew closer, and everyone saw that orc riders sat atop them, carrying clan banners. Before long, someone recognized the banner.

"Blackrock! The Blackrock Clan! I never thought they'd even tamed Komodo Dragons!"

The last of the strongest clans to arrive was the Blackrock Clan.

An orc built like an iron tower descended from the leading Komodo Dragon. Agile in build and covered in bulging muscles, he strode with the bearing of a tiger and a bear, his vicious appearance intimidating all who saw him. He was the Blackrock Chieftain—Blackhand the Destroyer.

Thus, all six of the strongest orc clans had arrived: Frostwolf, Warsong, Shattered Hand, Blood Ring, Shadowmoon, and Blackrock.

When the chieftains of the six clans walked shoulder to shoulder into the center of the market, the surrounding orcs hurriedly moved aside. These seven people who had nearly changed the fate of the orcs were gathered together at this moment, while the one who would surpass them all in years to come stood in the distance, watching them.