This name carries too much blood and pain, but also represents supreme glory and courage.
Whether a butcher or a warrior, the fearless Grom can find the perfect fit between the two - he is the hero of the orcs, and he is also the sinner of the tribe. His hands are stained with the blood of countless draenei and humans.
Brave enough to put demigods and demons to shame
Yes, this is Grom Hellscream, a combination of contradictions
More than ten years later, his descendants reappeared in the place where he fell. (The virtual illusion is not all fiction. In fact, it can be seen as a projection of the real world in the spiritual realm. The Emerald Dream has been introduced in the book.
The same cases will follow in the future.
(I will not go into details) "Gu'el, is this the Demon Slayer Valley you mentioned?" Garrosh, who had turned into his father's appearance, pursed his lips, his heart filled with a mixture of nervousness and excitement. He seemed to
Can't wait to test the power of Blood Roar in my hand
"Call me Thrall, Garrosh," the Beast Chief said lightly. "This name is not just a symbol of shame. On the contrary, it carries too many memories for me...enemies, friends, mentors...lover, than
With the honorable title of Go'el, I hope you can call me Thrall like your father."
Garrosh shrugged his shoulders and said nonchalantly: "Okay... Thrall, you are happy with these two names anyway... Can we go in now?"
Seeing that the young Hellscream was so eager to try, Thrall couldn't help but smiled bitterly and shook his head slightly: "Do you think you are ready? That is the supreme commander of all the abyss lords, Mannoroth, who is known as the Destroyer!"
"Ha, don't you think I haven't seen those fat maggots?" Garrosh said with disdain, "There is also a Burning Legion camp on the edge of Nagrand. Jolin and I have fought with those guys more than once.
Did it!"
Thrall sighed slightly, knowing that the recklessness of the young man in front of him also came from Hellscream's bloodline. It seemed that there would be no way to change him for a while...
"Okay, be careful." After hesitating for a long time, the Beast Chief finally gave up his plan to change the parallel world - he knew that the outcome would still be the same as it was more than ten years ago, with the death of Garrosh...or Grom.
Thrall took a deep breath and led him into the valley filled with magic energy - it was full of evil atmosphere, with countless cracks spurting out green flames, reflecting the gloomy canyon of the Ashen Valley, making people feel a sense of
The illusion of being in hell
"Hehehehe..."
A burst of rough and deep laughter came from nowhere, echoing in the canyon. Thrall winked at Garrosh, who raised his lips slightly excitedly and clenched the Blood Howl battle ax in his hand.
"It's so easy to predict." The abyss lord's voice sounded again. The gloomy tone alone was enough to make people feel scared. As they stretched out in the canyon, it was difficult to tell the direction of the sound. Thrall and Garrosh moved slowly,
His eyes searched every corner of the canyon, intending to discover the terrifying demon king first.
"I knew you would come, and I also saw you subdue the powerful Grom." A long tail dragged the ground, and every step he took would bring a slight tremor to the entire canyon. Thrall
Know what Mannoroth is talking about: if time were turned back to the real Ashenvale more than ten years ago, he had indeed just defeated Grom there who was extremely manic after taking the blood of demons.
"Shut up, devil, you will die today!" Although he knew that all this was just a repeat of the scene from the past, Sal's tongue seemed to be uncontrollable and he still spoke out these words.
"Haha, is that so?" the Lord of the Abyss laughed loudly, and suddenly appeared behind the two of them without warning - the conceited Mannoroth did not think that killing two orcs required a sneak attack, "He belongs to me.
And so does your whole vile race!"
"Dream!" Thrall said word by word, raising his head and staring at the other person without fear: just like ten years ago, Mannoroth's body still covered the sky and the sun, almost completely blocking the moonlight demon above them.
The open mouth is like a disgusting pool of blood, exuding a strong smell of sulfur.
"Qiang!"
Mannoroth stabbed the raised double-edged halberd heavily into the ground, seemingly as a provocation, "Insignificant insect, do you think you have the strength to resist the torrent of the Burning Legion?"
Thrall pulled the eager Garrosh away, and his uncontrollable body suddenly started to move! He roared, swung the legendary hammer of destruction and hit the ground heavily, and a powerful air flow splashed around,
He asked the spirit of the wind to imbue it with the power of lightning, and Doomhammer began to glow white.
"Give me power, Al'Akir!"
The Air Lord seemed to sense the shaman's request, and circles of lightning curtains gradually attached to the war hammer. Thrall took a deep breath, picked up the Hammer of Destruction with both hands, rushed towards Mannoroth, and smashed the hammer into the chest of the Abyss Lord.
"You don't overestimate your capabilities!" Mannoroth chuckled, not even bothering to wave the double-edged halberd in his hand, and just looked at the orcs with a mocking face as they jumped up like moths to the flames.
"Bang~" There was a loud noise. Thrall was shaken away and took several steps back. The Doomhammer in his hand was also blown away by this powerful force. Obviously, he had miscalculated.
That huge piece of armor can completely withstand this attack with the blessing of his magic power.
"A brave attempt, but unfortunately it is meaningless." Mannoroth said with a proud smile, two rows of pointed teeth exposed, making his appearance even more terrifying. He pulled out a huge double-edged halberd.
, moved his fat body and rushed towards Sal. Although he was huge, he did not move slowly. Sal looked at the huge black shadow that was approaching quickly. He only had time to sigh in his heart before he was knocked away by the opponent.
Hit hard on the cliff and can't stand up anymore
Sure enough, everything was just like the battle more than ten years ago... I just wonder if Garrosh can understand his father's perseverance and determination? This was Thrall's last thought before he fell into coma.
"Damn it!" Garrosh, who was originally disdainful, roared in shock and anger. He never expected that Thrall would lose his fighting power so quickly. It was really unexpected.
"That child believes that you will be saved, but he doesn't know what is burning deep in your soul." Mannoroth cast his eyes on "Grom", and the orc clearly felt the command surging in his chest.
People are crazy with nausea and restlessness, "For power, you can sell everything! Even your own people...even your own soul."
The Lord of the Abyss laughed crazily and said: "You and I...we are all on the same journey!"
"****!" Garrosh suppressed the boiling blood in his chest and roared, "I am Hellscream of the Warsong Clan, and I am by no means a disgusting demon! Take it, maggot!"
Garrosh angrily swung the Gorehowl war ax towards Mannoroth, just like his father did ten years ago. But not surprisingly, Mannoroth only waved the huge double-edged halberd lightly.
Before the orc could get close, he had already been beaten away.
"When that thing is in your heart, you know that we are actually the same...it's just that you don't want to face it." The devil's words lingered in Garrosh's ears for a while, and all the memories that originally belonged to his father were gone.
came to the mind of the young orc
Shattrath, the gray sky, the bleeding earth, the helpless and miserable screams of women and children dissipated in the wind; Elwynn Forest, the long-lasting fire in Stormwind City seems to be still crackling, and countless refugees fall in despair
Under the knife of the orcs...
Apart from destruction and death, where is the shadow of glory? A thought suddenly flashed through Garrosh's mind, as if someone had stuffed it into his mind. Even though he tried his best to drive this thought out of his mind, the child's sad expression
The cries and women's desperate whines kept lingering in his chest and could not be dissipated no matter what.
Garrosh fell to the ground, looking up at the dark sky - everything about his father flowed into the orc's mind like a stream:
Grom took over as Chief of Warsong at the age of twenty. Although the clan at that time was not a very important force in Nagrand, the young chief used his bravery to make other orc tribes dare not look down upon this thin but wild man.
guy
Before drinking the demon's blood, although he was bloodthirsty and violent, these traits had never been indulged outside the battlefield; he was also brave and aggressive, but would never harm an unarmed enemy; he was happy with revenge.
, but it is strictly forbidden to harm even the women and children of the enemy
After the Glory Crusade, he led the Warsong clan to guerrilla for many years under constant pursuit by the Alliance. Later, he fought side by side with Thrall and Orgrim, liberating concentration camps one after another, and captured the fortified Dunhor.
De Castle, freeing the imprisoned compatriots
That roar that pierced the sky brought the courage and glory of the past back to countless orcs who had lost their demonic power and became as powerless as domestic animals!
"Be true to your own nature, Grom!" the Lord of the Abyss shouted, "You were born to fight and destroy, why do you care about that ridiculous kindness and compassion!"
"No, I am only loyal to my people and my...honor!"
The fire ignited in the eyes of "Grom" again, but this time it was no longer the fire that bloodbathed the Draenei, it was no longer the fire that trampled the human homeland, and it was no longer the fire that killed each other with his compatriots...
That is the burning of responsibility and courage!
Garrosh felt that another force seemed to merge with himself, and gradually suppressed the boiling demonic blood pressure in his chest - is it you, my father, the Hellscream of the Warsong clan?
The young orc closed his eyes briefly, and when he opened them again, only endless anger and high-spirited fighting spirit filled them!
He roared and jumped up high, slashing at the abyss lord with the sword soaked in the blood of his father and the enemy!
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