IRON TIDE
PROLOGUE - GROMMASHAR HOLD, NAGRAND
It seemed so long ago since he had stepped onto the soil of his homeworld. It was not as how he remembered it, but it held the semblance of everything he knew about it... The lush grass, the fresh air, and his Mag'har brethren going about their daily lives...
But then a realization hit him. The same realization that had been coming to him since his arrival. This was not the Draenor he knew. It was not his Draenor. His Draenor was now Outland, the decimated, fel-corrupted world. The place he was in now was his world before the corruption. And it was because of that arrogant bronze dragon who called himself Kairozdormu that he was freed from his incarceration in Pandaria and had been taken to Draenor thirty-five years before the Legion made its presence known there.
Garrosh was giddy in his excitement. His large fingers drummed against the hilt of his axe Gorehowl as his generals were going over some strategies and important tasks to be done regarding their counter-offensive against the Alliance and Horde.
"... the Grimrail Depot must have additional security!"
"...more workers for the Foundry!"
A plethora of harsh voices and the occasional yelling broke the young Warsong's reverie every now and then, his reined temper threatening to break. He breathed deeply and pounded one fist on the table, shaking it and silencing everyone in the room.
"I will not have such squeamish comments from you all!" he said. "These things will be addressed!" Garrosh said.
"We understand, Warchief, however, time is of the essence... Our scouts have confirmed that the Alliance are preparing a counter-offensive alongside the Draenei." Warlord Tome, a warlord in Nagrand, commented. "From what I have heard from our men in Talador, they are working on weapons called 'defense crystals'."
Garrosh was not fazed, not in the least. He knew of the defense crystals, thanks to information gleaned from a Draenei prisoner. The interrogation was long, as the captured Draenei, a Vindicator, would not speak. Only when Garrosh ordered several members of the Burning Blade clan to slaughter numbers of female Draenei and children in front of the prisoner did he yield. There, the orcs learned the defense crystals were not invincible.
To count, the Shadowmoon clan led by Ner'zhul were working on their "Dark Star", the forbidden void magic that would undoubtedly overwhelm their vaunted Light. That, coupled with the weapons whose blueprints Garrosh had brought with him, he knew victory was certain. But he could not rush. Just like when he annihilated Theramore, he will wait, and strike at the opportune time.
HELLO! ARCANEBASSWITCH HERE. This would be my first time making a WoW fic in response to a challenge by Unknown567 for the "what-if" fic, telling the events of Draenor in which the Iron Horde wins! Rate and review! Thank you!