Kairoz and Garrosh arrive in Draenor, but Garrosh does not know where he is. “Hellscream!” shouted a rough, orcish voice. Garrosh turned to the sound of the call. But, the call was for another Hellscream. Standing atop a hill, wind blowing through his black hair and sun gleaming on his muscular brown body, a fierce, tattooed orc whose blood ran in Garrosh’s vein replied to the greeting with an ear-splitting cry, and raised….. Gorehowl.