"Can you tell me how you have spent these years, my dear child?" Gaiaan looked at Thrall apologetically and said, "I'm sorry that you didn't even have a family member with you during your most difficult time.
beside…"
"No, you don't have to blame yourself at all, my grandmother," Thrall said while supporting Gaia. "During those days, I was fortunate enough to receive the help of countless heroes, and I was able to survive in Kalimdor, the city in Azeroth.
I established my own country on the continent west of the world of Lars... Now, I am the leader of all the orcs and their allies in that world."
"Oh, yes, my dear grandson," Gaia'an smiled happily, "Saurfang's nephew brought the news to you first, but the time was short, and you were already there before he could say more.
Back"
"As you said, this is the greatest joy in my heart today..." Sal kissed his grandmother's hand
"I have foreseen this scene more than once in my dreams... Orgrim once told me many stories about them and their adventures in Draenor. He is my best mentor and closest comrade... He
When I die like a hero in an epic, I can hear the glorious war song played for my mentor."
Grandmother Gaiaan asked: "I see you holding the Doomhammer. Have our great heroes fallen, grandson?"
"Yes, Grandma," Sal replied, "but their departure was full of honor, enough to eclipse any medal or title."
"What about Grom?" Gaiaan asked with concern, "How is Hellscream doing?"
Thrall sighed slightly: "Our greatest hero has returned to the embrace of his ancestors. He is the hero who saved our race... I fought side by side with Grom, and in the end he defeated Mannoroth at the cost of his life.
, and ended the curse of the devil’s blood on our family.”
"My ancestors! For more than twenty years, we only know that Grom was the first to drink the demon's blood and brought the curse to our people... but we have no idea what he did in Azeroth.
A great achievement!" Gaiaan shook his head and said, "And this is the only fact that his descendant Garrosh knows... That child has regarded his father as a heinous sinner since he was a child!"
Thrall frowned: "It seems that it is necessary for me to let him understand that his father is not a villain, but a hero who saved all the orcs."
"Then will you tell him everything you know, my grandson?" Gaiyaan asked
"No, it's not just about 'telling' him," Thrall shook his head. "I will let him see with his own eyes, so that those who have doubted Grom's determination can carefully see what Hellscream has done for the entire orc clan.
What sacrifices have been made!”
"Then go, Go'el, I think only you can relieve the resentment he has accumulated in his heart for more than ten years," the old orc woman sighed, "As the future chief of the Warsong Clan, I really can't bear to see him continue to be like this.
Keep struggling..."
"I will, dear grandmother..."
"Don't bother, son of Durotan." A voice with obviously suppressed emotions interrupted Thrall's words. Everyone followed the sound and saw Garrosh, who was still injured, walking towards here step by step. Although he had been burned by the Holy Energy just now,
There were still some scabs on the burned area, but the weak orc still subconsciously raised his chest.
"I'm here, Garrosh. Hellscream is here, if you have anything to say, just say it!"
Thrall looked at the face of the young orc that looked so much like his father, and couldn't help sighing: "I don't know what you think of your father, and I don't know what the entire Mag'har thinks of Grom... But there is one thing.
I must point it out! Your father, Grom Hellscream, is the greatest hero among the orcs!"
Garrosh's face moved slightly, and he was about to say something, but Thrall raised his hand to stop him: "Please listen to me, young Hellscream... It is true that your father has made many mistakes, and for a time, the orc tribe was reduced to
He is a puppet of the Burning Legion, but the forgiveness and sacrifice he made for this are beyond your imagination!"
"Now, I will show you the most glorious and glorious moment of his life," Salmer recited a spell, and the airflow over Galadar suddenly condensed, as if it had turned into a wall of wind. Before everyone could be surprised
After speaking out, Thrall said to Regen on the side, "I need your help, General."
"I'm happy to oblige." Regan smiled slightly and pointed one hand at the huge wind wall. After a moment, a dazzling beam of holy energy hit the condensed wind element like a horse, and two different forces collided with each other.
The whole space seems to be distorted by this
"What's going on?" People looked around uneasily, feeling as if there was an extremely huge energy surging around them. As a spell caster, Thrall was also surprised to find that the spell he originally intended to only recreate the image of the past had changed.
It was completely changed beyond recognition. It could even be said that it had left the scope of magic and entered an illusion... similar to the spiritual space!
"Then... let's begin, Warchief!" Regen smiled at Thrall, who had a gloomy expression on his face, "I think you and your tribe will definitely like this little 'accident'..."
Thrall frowned and was about to say something, but the stagnant air element in front of him suddenly thawed and began to spin crazily, gradually forming a giant vortex! In the frightened eyes of everyone, he and Gal, who had no time to escape, were separated.
Rush gets involved too...
—————————————————————————————— “Oh, damn human… what the hell did he do?”
Garrosh shook his dizzy head and struggled to get up from the ground, only to see that the surrounding area was no longer the familiar scene of Galadar, but instead turned into a desolate small valley.
The young orc walked around for a few times and found that apart from strange-shaped stones, there were only scattered abandoned camps, and there was a special smell everywhere - although it was disgusting, it was extremely familiar to him.
It seems that this taste is already flowing in my blood.
"Well…"
Suddenly, a faint groan came from a backlit corner. Garrosh's eyes froze slightly, and he reached for his waist, but as expected, he found nothing: his weapon had been in contact with Ragen's before.
The orc, who had been damaged in the fight and remembered this, cursed a few curse words in a low voice, picked up a stone from the ground and walked over.
"Why is it you!" When Garrosh saw the other person's face clearly, he quickly dropped the stone in his hand and helped him up. "Son of Durotan, how are you?"
"Ah... I hit a rock, but luckily it wasn't serious," Thrall struggled to stand up. Just as he was about to express his gratitude to Garrosh, his eyes suddenly widened and he looked at him as if he had seen a ghost.
"My ancestors...it turns out that guy Regan had such an idea!"
Listening to Thrall's confusing words, Garrosh was a little confused: "What's wrong? Is there any conspiracy among humans?"
Sal did not answer his words. He just stood up and looked around solemnly. After a while, he laughed in a low voice: "As expected...it seems that I owe him a favor this time."
"I said... Son of Durotan, can you give us more details?" Garrosh became more and more confused about what happened. "And who is that human being? How did he send us here?"
Thrall took a deep breath, looked at the young orc very carefully, and said: "This is the place where your father gave his life to liberate all the people... It is now called Demon Slayer Canyon, but what we see now is
The scene ten years ago”
"Ten years ago!" Garrosh exclaimed in disbelief, "Oh my god... that human being is so powerful that he can break the boundaries of time and space... Could it be that his power has reached the level of a god?"
Thrall shook his head slightly and said: "No, this is just a scene he created using his own spiritual realm. As for the fact that you said he is a god...well, I think that although he has not reached that point yet, he can still be regarded as a plane.
There are only a handful of strong men among them.”
"As expected!" Garrosh, who was slightly depressed because of losing to the knight, regained his fierce fighting spirit. "It seems that my defeat to him is not unjust... but I swear, I will definitely make this shame come true in the near future."
Give it back to him twice as much!"
Sal smiled and said: "I am also looking forward to that day coming... But now we have more important things to do."
"kindness?"
"Complete the responsibility that Regen gave you with this body, and recreate the heroic appearance of your father back then!" Thrall's eyes flashed with a strange look, and he said loudly, "Raise your battle ax, young man! He will lead you to smash it again.
The shackles given to the orcs by demons!"
Garrosh was surprised when he heard this: "What, you mean..."
"Not bad!" Thrall nodded, "Look at your hands, feet, body, and the battle ax behind your back. Don't you think they are so familiar?" As he said that, he took out the water element in the air to create a side.
A simple mirror so that Garrosh can see his face clearly at this moment
"...Ancestor... above," the young orc opened his eyes wide and looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar face in front of him in disbelief - that was clearly the father in his memory: Grom Hellscream, the chief of the Warsong clan!
"How could I...how could I have turned into...him?!" Garrosh raised his hand in horror and punched himself as if in disbelief, but the incomparable pain told him: that abominable human had indeed let him
Became like his father
"No need to question, young Hellscream," Thrall looked at him seriously, "This is the fact I want to present to you... But fortunately, Regan seems to want to cooperate with me to give you a more profound education!"
"And now is the time for you to use this Blood Howl to explore your father's path again!"
———————————————————————— ps: There will be another chapter later