At the heart of Shattrath City lay the private domain of A'dal the Great Naaru. It had now become the battlefield for the decisive clash between the Azeroth Allied Forces and the Army of the Light.
The Army of the Light's four archbishops had all gathered here: High Archbishop Yrel, Human Archbishop Turalyon, Orc Archbishop Garrosh, and Draenei Archbishop Maraad.
The Azeroth Allied Forces likewise had four Orc leaders: Horde Warchief Garrosh Hellscream, Savior High Shaman Thrall, High Overlord Dranosh Saurfang, and High Overlord Jorin Deadeye.
Four against four—a perfect match.
This time, Horde Warchief Garrosh Hellscream had no intention of sparing his counterpart from another world. Without a word, he swung Blood Roar and brought it down on Orc Archbishop Garrosh Hellscream.
"Come on. Let me see what the power of the Light can really do." Horde Warchief Garrosh Hellscream suppressed Orc Archbishop Garrosh Hellscream with a single axe strike, staring mockingly at the archbishop's body infused with Holy Light.
Orc Archbishop Garrosh fought with all his strength to withstand Horde Warchief Garrosh's attack, but he found that no matter how much force he used, he remained completely suppressed.
Orc Archbishop Garrosh was filled with unwillingness. He could not understand it. He was clearly the same as his counterpart from another world, and he had even received the favor of A'dal the Great Naaru—yet he was still being suppressed. With a furious roar, powerful Holy Light energy erupted from him. Golden wings of Holy Light appeared behind his back, finally freeing him from Warchief Garrosh's suppression.
"You don't understand what true power is at all! The Light will let me defeat you!"
Seeing Orc Archbishop Garrosh erupt with Holy Light, Warchief Garrosh finally became interested. A bloodthirsty smile spread across his face. *What would it feel like to kill