The moment Gorehowl's ax blade came into contact with the demon's body, a deafening loud sound came from nowhere, like a soul bell played for the deceased, and like a condolence song sung for the warriors, along the
The Demon-Slaying Valley ripples in circles, echoing in the night sky across the entire Ashen Valley.
What followed was an irresistible feeling of dizziness - flowing water, breeze, trees, grass and rocks. Garrosh was horrified to find that everything, including himself and Mannoroth, had stopped functioning.
Like an oil painting, it is frozen at this point in time
And the next moment, his consciousness was violently pulled out of his body and fell into the boundless abyss.
——"The devil's flame finally no longer burned my body, I...liberated myself"
"No, old friend, you freed us all..."
The whispers lingering in his ears gradually disappeared. When Garrosh opened his eyes again, he was still lying on the bed in his hut. The afterglow of the setting sun shone in from the window, making people squint slightly.
Everything is the same as usual
Except for the burly figure standing at the door
"No one is more qualified to accept the title of hero than your father." Thrall looked at the mountains in the distance without turning his head. "Maybe he has committed unforgivable crimes, maybe he has brought great influence to the entire tribe.
The curse of the devil came...but he finally ended everything in the way of the orcs, and returned the long-lost freedom to all the tribesmen."
Thrall turned around: "He has not tarnished Hellscream's glory... ever."
Garrosh looked at the golden sunset shining on Thrall's body, and his vision suddenly became blurry: "I have always thought that my bloodline is cursed. I live under the shadow of my father's huge failure.
...Even in Galadar, no one wants to have anything to do with the child of a sinner."
"I hate what he did... yes, I hate him," Garrosh's eyes flashed with tears. At this moment, his emotions seemed to have collapsed. "I thought he left all the burden to me. I thought
He evaded responsibility like a coward, but I didn't expect..."
Garrosh rolled his eyes fiercely: "You let me see the truth that I may never know. You brought me a gift that even life cannot compare with: salvation... Thrall, Hellscream's
Savior, you have made me feel more glorious than ever..."
"At this moment, I can finally let go of the heavy burden in my heart, and my heart is filled with pride and pride!" Garrosh walked to Thrall and pounded his chest excitedly and said, "For the first time in my life, I can proudly shout that I am
name! I can finally release the long-pressed anger in my heart!"
Garrosh took a deep breath and shouted towards the mountains in the distance and his compatriots close at hand: "I am Garrosh Hellscream, son of Grom Hellscream! The son of Mag'har
Commander, Chief of the Warsong Clan! I am willing and happy to share this regained glory with all of you!"
The roar of Little Hell resounded throughout the countryside, and almost all the people of Garadar walked out of their homes out of curiosity. After finding out what happened, they all expressed their blessings to Garrosh who had regained his strength, and Grandma Gaiaan was also there.
Watching this scene from a distance with relief
"Thank you, son of Durotan, respected Chief Thrall," Garrosh smiled with a long-lost smile surrounded by his tribe, "I think it is the greatest honor of the orcs to have a leader like you."
Thrall smiled slightly, patted the little Hellscream on the shoulder and said: "You don't need to thank me. Garrosh, your father is my most trusted comrade and brother. I will do anything for you and the Mag'har tribe...
Now, I have to go back to my grandmother to say goodbye to her."
"Are you leaving now?" Garrosh asked
"Well," Thrall nodded, "There are still too many things to deal with in Orgrimmar, and now we don't have much time to delay in the outer realm..." He said with a trace of worry in his eyes, "The advance army in the north has already
Trapped in a quagmire, and fighting on two fronts, the tribe was unable to mobilize more troops to support those brave soldiers..."
"Maybe I can solve your problem, respected warchief," Garrosh said after hearing this. "Since my father is a soldier of the tribe, I naturally can't stay out of it... If you think the Mag'har tribe is still worthy of use, I am willing to
Lead these athletes to Azeroth to serve the Horde!"
Thrall was overjoyed. He was waiting for little Hellscream to express his opinion: As long as the military leader of Garadar speaks, things will be much easier to handle.
"Very good! I can't wait to see your posture when you wield Bloodhowl again!" Thrall laughed and took out Grom's famous weapon from the storage ring, "Take it, young man!
I hope you don’t tarnish the glory of this generation’s Hellraiser!”
Garrosh took the battle ax with disbelief, swallowed hard and said, "My ancestors! I can actually see it again! I thought everything before was an illusion!"
Thrall smiled and said: "You are right about that. What just happened was just a short trip for us in the spiritual world of others... The Gorehowl in your hand now is the real thing! After your father returns to his hometown,
I will keep it with me, waiting to hand it over to the descendants of Hellscream one day."
"Thank you for your trust. Dear Warchief, I swear to serve you with all my loyalty!" Garrosh solemnly made a half-kneeling salute, which is rare in orc culture, and made Thrall feel a little bit.
surprised
"It doesn't have to be like this, young Hellscream," Thrall helped his new comrade up and patted his shoulder. "You must know that your allegiance is not to one person, but to the entire orc tribe and our tribal alliance.
!”
"I understand, Chief." Garrosh nodded and said slightly excitedly, "So, when will we set off for Azeroth?"
Thrall smiled slightly. Although the young Hellscream was still a little irritable now, he felt that given time, he would definitely be able to get rid of this problem. By then, maybe he could share some of his burden...
"Don't worry, my friend," Thrall walked towards Gaia'an's grandmother's room, "Before you can gather all your strength to deal with the enemies of the tribe, I must solve a crisis that is just around the corner."
Although Garrosh is irritable, he is not a brainless person. He also reacted when Thrall said this: "Is it still a matter of the people of Tara?"
"That's right," Sal said, "I promised Regan that I would resolve this misunderstanding personally... which can be regarded as a favor to him."
"That human?" Garrosh's hand holding Gorehowl suddenly felt itchy, "Where is he now?"
"Already gone," Thrall couldn't guess what the young orc was thinking, and said with a slight smile, "Give up your plan... at least don't expect to fight him head-on until you can defeat me with thirty moves!"
"Thirty moves?" Garrosh's pupils shrank slightly. He could naturally see that Thrall's strength was definitely not inferior to his own, but according to what the other party said, wasn't that human paladin's power so strong that it was heaven-defying?
"Don't believe it?" Sal held out a finger, "How big do you think a person's spiritual realm can be?"
Garrosh shook his head: "I'm just a warrior, I don't know much about these spellcasters."
"You have a wrong understanding, young man," Sal said. "The so-called spiritual realm is the soul power that a person is born with. It does not belong to any substantial energy system, but it is the most mysterious and powerful one.
Symbols of power...such as those demigods and the strongest in the plane, their spiritual realm is equivalent to a shrunken universe."
"And as long as these strong men are willing, they can forge the powerful soul power into the purest source of power for fighting," Thrall added, "Of course, under normal circumstances they will not do this, after all, they can keep their souls alive.
Being strong is also extremely necessary.”
Garrosh's eyes lit up: "What about me? Do I also have my own soul power?"
"Of course, young man," Sal said with a smile, "Everyone has his or her own spiritual realm, but there are differences between strong and weak, or some people have not yet developed it..."
After a slight pause, Sal said with a hint of temptation in his tone, "If you want to take your strength to the next level, I can also teach you how to comprehend the power of the soul...and you will be here to try it out soon."
Opportunity!”
"Really?" Garrosh said happily, "Are you going to deal with the Broken Ones of Tara?"
Thrall shook his head and showed a slightly cold smile: "No, it's a group of Illidan thugs called the Darkblood Tribe... Since Regan helped us, this favor will still be with those unlucky Broken Ones.
!”
————————————————————————Just when Garrosh woke up, the large army of Crimson Storm had already reached the border of Nagrand, and then passed through the lush Taiyuan.
Rock Forest will be able to reach the destination of their trip—Shattrath City.
The march in the past few days was relatively urgent, and there was no rest in Galadar, so the whole team was inevitably a little slack now. Herod was seen running back and forth, shouting, but he asked his companions to come.
Dranos Eye-Opening
"Your Excellency Regen, are all the armies of your alliance so disciplined?" The orcs have been in Nagrand since birth, and they are more curious about the outside world than ordinary people.
"Probably so," Regan smiled, "Actually, as a commander, I am just a hands-off shopkeeper. Most of the military affairs are left to Herod and the others... So I am ashamed to say that I have organized several legions in the alliance.
I haven’t figured it out yet.”
"Don't listen to his nonsense, Deno," Roxas said, trying to make trouble. "This guy has never lost in a fight with the undead or a dragon. Even the Lich King didn't get any favors from him. What do you think?"
Is he as stupid as he says? Hey!"
Dranos said oh, and looked at Ragen with a slightly changed look. You must know that orcs have always been friendly to their friends, but now Ragen's habitual humility makes him less human inside and out.
Just when he was about to say something to make up for it, the soldiers around him suddenly let out a burst of relief cheers.
The knight looked up - and sure enough, he had arrived at the foot of Shattrath City.