The Gates of Orgrimmar belong to the Grim. While impressive, Garrosh’s Horde do not mean to let us idly stroll to their warchief. The Valley of Strength was crowded with forces and prisoners, and the Grim met them with a fury unmatched.
Haromm and Kardris trained thousands of shaman to whisper reverently to the elements to requisition their aid. The army of Garrosh, however, does not ask – they take what they desire in the name of the True Horde. Dark Shamanism forces the elements into servitude, twisting them into burned-out ash, corrupted waters, and toxic air.
The elemental spirits bound by these Dark Shaman are now free, and the Grim press onward, deeper into Orgrimmar.
Into the Cleft of Shadow we press, eventually coming before an old Hero of the Horde, Nazgrim.
Once a grunt in service of the former warchief, Thrall, General Nazgrim rose quickly through the ranks after overwhelming victories in Grizzly Hills and sunken city of Vashj’ir. Fiercly loyal to the Horde and boud by a rigours code of honor and duty, Nazgrim will hold the line for his warchief until his dying breath.
A sad day for the Horde that such a loyal warrior must fall, but any that stand with Garrosh will be put down like the rabid animal they follow.
We press onward.
