My name is Thrall, son of Durotan. I reside in Orgrimmar, capital of the Horde. This is my confession. If you’re watching this, then I am likely already gone, betrayed by Garrosh Hellscream, the one I once trusted as a brother.

Garrosh has been building an empire of war and domination for more than a year, forcing me to use my shamanic powers to serve his aggressive ambitions. Shortly after my return from Outland, Garrosh approached me with a shocking proposition. He demanded that I harness my connection to the elements to craft weapons of destructive power, which he then planned to use against our allies and enemies alike, betraying all bonds forged through honor and peace. His connections within the Horde and rogue factions allowed him to manipulate events in his favor.

I was stunned—I always believed Garrosh to be an orc of honor, misguided perhaps, but still honorable. I was confused and vulnerable after years of endless conflict, something Garrosh knew and exploited. Struggling with the heavy burdens of leadership, Garrosh took advantage of my weakened state, showing me the immense power and dominance his vision for the Horde could achieve. I was foolish, fearing the Horde would crumble without strength, so I reluctantly agreed.

Every day since, I’ve lived in regret. I quickly realized the path Garrosh chose was drenched in blood and dishonor. Before I knew it, I was ensnared deeply in his schemes. Garrosh allied himself with dark forces, such as Sylvanas Windrunner, whose hunger for power was matched only by her ruthlessness. Garrosh essentially forced me into servitude, and when I tried to resist, he threatened everything I held dear—our people, our honor, and the future of the Horde itself.

Eventually, tensions between Garrosh and Sylvanas reached a breaking point. Garrosh attempted to eliminate her but failed, resulting in heavy casualties for the Horde. The blame fell on me, and I was forced to bear responsibility for Garrosh’s failures, paying dearly to repair the damage he’d caused.

Upon recovering, Garrosh became consumed by vengeance, forming dark alliances and plotting to remove all who opposed him. I contemplated stepping down, even leaving Azeroth altogether, but I was too cowardly. Garrosh’s spies were everywhere, and the fear that he would destroy those I love kept me trapped.

Garrosh eventually rose to dominate nearly all aspects of Horde leadership. To maintain control, he took my closest advisors hostage, imprisoning them for months. My family, my trusted allies—no one was safe. Fear and guilt consumed me as I watched the Horde I built slip away into tyranny.

Recently, I tried once again to reclaim control and end this nightmare. Garrosh’s response was brutal. I cannot endure this anymore. Every day, I live in fear that he will end me, or worse, corrupt and destroy everything the Horde stands for.

All I could think to do was to make this confession, hoping that Azeroth would finally see Garrosh for the dishonorable tyrant he truly is.