Chapter 1
bored
Garrosh sat in his seat in orgrimmar, pondering on what to do. His many years of conquering has led
the alliance crippled and on the brink of extermination. Victory was in his grasp and he knew he
could easily conquer stormwind whenever he wanted. He wore a steel armour with numerous
victories embedded on his plate. On his shoulders a dragon pattern had been formed, displaying his
greatest dragon slayer achievement, the death of the evil deathwing. Beside his chair lay Gorehowl,
the mighty two-handed axe that he has used to get countless kills, spreading fear towards his
enemies, an inspiration for his army, the inherited heirloom of his father grommash.
But just crushing the alliance this easily was boring, he’d rather wait for their army to rebuild, so he
can have one final epic battle to be written in the history books and make stormwind his most proud
achievement.
“sir, visitor for you”- said a guard. “enter”- garrosh replied. In the room came thrall, his long-time
friend that he has known all from his young age when he was just a weakling. Thrall has taught him