War Academy in the Deep Mountains

Garrosh ultimately lost with regret. Looking at Garrosh's bruised and swollen face, Rend decisively doubled Chen Stormstout's supply of fine liquor for the day.

The two men, both bruised and battered from head to toe, went to soak in Rend's hot spring. Infused with medicinal herbs, its waters had potent restorative effects and helped relax and soothe the body. Thus, two brawny naked Orc men, one dark-skinned and one brown-skinned, soaked in the spring.

"Garrosh, Azeroth is far greater than Draenor. It is filled with all manner of dangers and opportunities. Do not underestimate any race—not only my arch-enemies, the humans, but also the Night Elves with their terrifying foundations; the Blood Elves who wield magic; the Gnomes and Goblins, small in stature but armed with technology; and the seemingly guileless, adorable yet immensely powerful Pandaren. There are far too many to name." Garrosh's greatest flaw was his arrogance and his tendency to overlook the importance of other races, including allies. Rend said this so Garrosh could understand that on Azeroth, only by uniting with one's allies and facing unknown enemies together could they prevail.

Garrosh listened quietly. Thinking of Chen Stormstout, the Pandaren who had seemed utterly harmless and even somewhat adorable, yet possessed such exquisite martial skill, he could not help nodding.

"Azeroth has many beings comparable to gods: the Dragon Aspects, the Titan Keepers, the Old Gods." Rend listed the immensely powerful entities of Azeroth one by one. Due to Azeroth's unique nature, it held endless opportunities—and equally endless dangers.

Everyone had their own thoughts. It would be difficult for Rend to force his own beliefs upon Garrosh, and if he kept talking at him, it might very well have the opposite effect.

So, Rend sincerely invited Garrosh. "Tomorrow, I'll take you somewhere I'm proud of—a place