Thirty-five years ago, parallel to the world of Draenor, the Nagrand Prairie.
On a small hill with beautiful scenery and a pleasant heart, two uninvited guests have been camping here for several days.
Garrosh scrutinized the landscape of Naglam, and for days he had not seen a sign of Warsong Scouts, a hill on the edge of Warsong Clan territory that would not be necessary to patrol here in peacetime.
Hordes of ogres will only come from the west, while other orc clans will come from the east.
If Garrosh remembers correctly, no one will come to hunt this season.
He remembered the last time he had stood on this hill when he was very young, and...
No, it wasn't the hill he stood on when he was younger, the trees he climbed, the meadow he crossed with his fingers, it was a completely different world.
"The world you see now won't be exactly the same as it was before, I've spent my life learning about the time tunnel, and if you were to compare the shapes of each grass root, you'd drive yourself crazy."
Kenoz sat by the extinguished campfire and spoke to Garrosh.
Garrosh blocked out the glare of the sun and gazed at the plains at sunset.
The hill is a safe place to rest, and the low, lush grass below can easily expose it if an intruder is present.
Behind him, Kenoz lay lazily down, holding a large, curved hourglass in his hand, which shimmered bronze gold under the effects of the campfire and the rays of the setting sun.
"I still suggest that you follow my plan and immediately contact the Warsong Clan and report your Hellroar surname and your relationship with Grom, so that ...
"In that case, maybe the Bloody Roar will cut off your and my heads."
Garrosh turned his head and looked at the bronze dragon and replied coldly.
Kenoz snorted at this.
The High Elf-like expression stood out on the face of the orc avatar.
"Your father and his weapons won't hurt me at all, unless he has wings."
"You can try it, you are no less than a dragon under the blade of the bloody roar."
Kenoz smiled, his expression disapproving.
"So...
Have you made a decision?"
"Yes."
Garrosh nodded slightly.
"What is it?"
Garrosh tried to control his tone, "It's time for us to go our separate ways."
He replied.
"Well," Kenoz laughed, "I don't remember giving you that choice." ” "You may look like an orc, but your behavior betrays you.
They're not stupid, I need to go alone.
Garrosh said.
"Well, that's right.
How long will it take for me to join you," Kenoz's smile grew more and more eerie.
"Who's going to say for sure, wait until the time comes...
"You mean never to see each other, do you?"
Kenoz shook his head, shaking his finger at the orc in front of him.
"Garrosh, Garrosh...
Playing smart isn't your forte, so don't embarrass yourself. ” Garrosh also threw back a sentence of "That's good." ” His voice was still very steady.
"I'll tell you straight, my tribe doesn't need the help of a dragon."
"Your tribe" Kenoz slowly stood up, carefully holding the Hourglass of Time in one hand.
"Your tribe has abandoned you, and if it weren't for me, you're still in that filthy cage, and you have no right to ask me to leave."
The bronze dragon disguised as an orc tilted its head.
"If you do not listen to me ...
I promise you that you will be treated like you will be treated in such a way that you would rather die under the executioner's knife. ” Garrosh stared coldly at the bronze dragon.
Subsequently...
He lunged at the arrogant dragon, a war cry resounding all around.
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He took three steps, jumped over the campfire, grabbed Kenoz by the throat, and began to strangle desperately.
A bronze glow flashed, and the hourglass on Kenoz's hand shimmered.
Garrosh blinked, realizing that all he was holding in his hand was air.
The extinguished bonfire that had crossed over was back in front of him, three paces away from him, as if he had never moved.
Kenoz was gone, and just as he was still wondering, a hand sprang out from behind Garrosh's neck and pulled him down.
He slammed to the ground, and Kenoz pressed Garrosh to the ground with his knees, his forearms firmly gripping his neck.
"You think I'm in human form and I can't resist," Kenoz said viciously.
"You're no longer the Great Chief, Hell Roar.
It is my will for you to escape the cage, and it is my will for you to survive, you will go and find your father, and then rally the orc clan, it is also my will" Kenoz's disguise above the neck had disappeared, and his orc head suddenly turned into a huge dragon shape.
The bronze dragon's massive eyes clinged to Garrosh's face.
"You're just a pawn of mine, that's all...
If you can't prove your worth, then I'll destroy it. ” Slowly, Garrosh calmed his anger.
He controlled his breathing, gasping steadily, and Garrosh's voice was extremely calm as his anger subsided.
"If you really need me, Bronze Dragon, then show some of your sincerity and put away your senseless threats and arrogance."
Kenoz smiled suddenly.
"It's good that we know each other."
With that, he turned back into human form, and he slowly stood up and let go of Garrosh.
"But you did get one thing right, Garrosh ...
You and I, the two of us are complete strangers here, and it's better to go our separate ways, lest those people think we're accomplices. ” With a wave of his hand, the bronze dragon rekindled the extinguished bonfire before tossing the Chronology to Garrosh.
Anyway, this orc is full of muscles, this kind of time artifact dedicated to the bronze dragon, he will never know how to exert its power.
"Let the orcs of this world take a good look at this hourglass, although your kind lives a primitive life in this world, but still have a little sense of supernatural powers, those shamans should be enough, any inferior creature with a little intelligence can glimpse the disasters that have befallen Azeroth and other worlds through what you have in your hands.
Once you've managed to convince them to join your ideal tribe and conquer the world they see, I'll be back. ” Kenoz stretched out his arms, "Then, I will use this artifact to open a portal for this world to any other world." ” "There's only one world I'm interested in."
Garrosh replied.
"Because you're short-sighted, you just want a tribe that isn't tainted by demonic blood, and I don't want to stop there.
I'm going to raise countless tribes, and then ... ” Garrosh burst out laughing.
Kenoz lowered his arms, his expression becoming vicious, "You don't believe me" "Think about it, Hell Roar."
Kenoz's voice was soft.
"With this, coupled with your new tribe, nothing can bind us, not even time will allow me to grasp endless possibilities, we can travel to any world, take whatever we want, and I will become..."
At this moment, Garrosh threw the Chronology to the ground.
Because the artifact suddenly began to glow violently, and it trembled.
Subsequently...
The phase of time exploded, shattering into a dozen pieces, large and small.
Kenoz was stunned, he leaned down and began to take a closer look, he didn't understand why the artifact had suddenly shattered.
Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in the back.
It was Garrosh, who held a sharp shard in his hand, and with all his might, he kept stabbing the bronze dragon.
The quicksand of time contained in the shards had severely disrupted Kenoz's attempts to regain his dragon form, and he could do nothing now.
"I've had enough," Garrosh shouted.
"Fed up with you hiding in the shadows trying to manipulate the fate of the orcs, and want to enslave my people with the power of depravity, and I want to eradicate you slave masters, and the orcs will control their own destiny from now on" Garrosh stirred the fragment in his hand, then moved it to Kenoz's chest, and stabbed it nonstop.
Blood splattered the hills.
It wasn't the blood of the orcs, nor the blood of any creature that had ever lived in this world, but it was all swallowed up by the soil of this continent.
Eventually, he stood up after pulling out the shards.
Kenoz collapsed to the ground, convulsing.
Garrosh watched curiously, he had never killed a bronze dragon before.
The fragments in his hand trembled with the last heartbeat of the bronze dragon, and a bronze mist like grains of sand slowly emanated from Kenoz's body.
The mist did not dissipate like smoke, but sucked into another world like a whirlpool.
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When the mist cleared, the debris fell silent again.
Kenoz's eyes widened, but his breathing had stopped, and he remained orc before he died.
Garrosh didn't walk away immediately, he wasn't at ease.
After a long time, he made sure that the dragon was completely dead, and then he snorted and nodded.
"It's so easy to die, it's cheap for you...
He left the body where it was, and even if he was found, he would think that the orc had provoked an opponent who should not be provoked.
And isn't that a fact?
Garrosh couldn't help but laugh when he thought about it.
Putting away all the artifact fragments of time, he turned away from the hillside and walked towards the town of the Warsong clan in his memory.
On the silent hillside, a dark golden divine power appeared like a water snake, and then quickly merged into the earth.
This divine power will lurk, and once the orcs begin to build any cross-world structures similar to the Dark Gate, that will come in handy.
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