Garrosh's Test

Led by Zaela, warlord of the Dragonmaw Clan, they arrived at a place resembling an arena: a circular structure with stands above and a battleground below.

"This place reminds me of the Ring of Blood arena in Blade's Edge Mountains. I faced countless formidable foes there." To hone his combat skills and instincts, Garrosh had concealed his identity and traveled to Blade's Edge Mountains, the territory of the Gronn, where he fought in the Ring of Blood as a slave. No matter how powerful the Ogres, Draenor vindicators wielding the Light, or even gigantic Gronn, Garrosh defeated them all. That was why he possessed strength far beyond that of Dranosh Saurfang and Jorin Deadeye, both his peers.

As Garrosh reminisced, a team of War Academy cadets wearing all manner of equipment entered the battlefield below.

There were five of them: a green-skinned Orc warrior, a white Tauren warrior, a female Forsaken rogue, a Darkspear Troll warrior, and a female Blood Elf mage—a five-person team made up of the Horde's five races.

"Orc Nazgrel, Tauren Gamon, Forsaken Lilith Voss, Troll Dakulo Warfang, Blood Elf Luminus Sunscar. Garrosh, they are the first group of cadets about to graduate." Rend introduced them. The first three would all become powerful figures among the Horde's new generation in the future.

"Only if they defeat me will they be worthy of making me remember their names." Garrosh spoke arrogantly, clearly not thinking much of the five. Then he leaped straight down from the stands.

He drew Gorehowl from his back and pointed it at the five-person team. "I am Garrosh Hellscream, son of Grommash Hellscream. Defeat me, and you will win glory. Otherwise... get lost!"

His words were arrogant, but his overwhelming presence and strength made him worthy of them.

With Garrosh's wealth of combat experience,