ebookland Chapter 524 Garrosh & Grommash Hellscream
Chapter 524 Garrosh & Grommash Hellscream
"Garrosh, what's the matter?"
"Your Excellency, Warchief, Grom Hellscream, son of the Warsong Clan, requests that I join the campaign against the Alliance. I have lost patience with the Humans' aggressive tactics!"
"They've allied with the Draenei, they are our mortal enemies... I am willing to lead my people to serve the Horde, to offer the blood of these despicable humans as a sacrifice to the souls of our ancestors, the soul of my father..."
A yellow-skinned orc with a small, upright braid.
Two fangs like a saber-toothed tiger...
However, it's the lower jaw that's pointing upwards...
This orc is none other than the son of Grom Hellscream, whom they just brought back from the remnants of the floating island of Nagrand, the orcish homeland of Outland... He is also a powerful ally found for Thrall by the Dark Portal Expedition, and the chieftain of the Mag'har primitive orc tribe...
Their most distinctive feature is their earthy yellow skin, which is completely different from the green skin of orcs corrupted by fel energy, and the red skin of berserker orcs who have drunk the blood of the demon pit lords...
Garrosh Hellscream carried two uniquely designed fang-like shoulder armor pieces. These pieces had a significant history; they were the very fangs of Mannoroth, the abyss demon lord, whom Garrosh's father, Grommash Hellscream, chieftains of the Warsong Clan, had slain with the Bloodhowl Battle Axe...
This Manolos tusk armor was a keepsake left to his son by the chieftain of the Warsong clan, and a testament to his courage and achievements.
Grom Hellscream, a berserker of the Warsong Clan, drank demon blood and slew Cenarius, the guardian demigod of the night elves and god of the forest... He also regained his senses after Thrall's persuasion and personally killed Mannoroth, the high commander of the Burning Legion and the pit demon high lord...
Demon blood once corrupted a corner of Ashenvale Forest, turning it into a land ravaged by fel energy, where many demonic minions still reside today...
The Abyss Lords resemble winged western dragons, possessing long horns, massive bodies, and multiple arms. They are a powerful race discovered by the Dark Titans from the Twisting Nether, inherently bloodthirsty, incredibly strong, capable of surviving in lava and fire, and their bodies are poisonous...
It could also be described as a creature similar to Nurgle...
One of the evil false god races in the universe...
Grom, a mere mortal, slayed a false god with a single axe blow, a feat already legendary. His roar, "Orcs will never be slaves!" remains the slogan and spiritual symbol of the entire Horde... As his son, Garrosh Hellscream originally lived in sorrow in the near-destruction of Outland's Nagrand...
Hearing of his father's heroic deeds, his blood boiled again. Hearing how Thrall led his people through countless hardships in Azeroth, finally carving out a piece of land to survive, he was filled with a burning desire to emulate his father, to make the orcs the most powerful race, and to conquer Azeroth...
The young orcs, who had fought against the Draenei or the blood elf princes who had recently invaded Outland, were not particularly enthusiastic about accepting an alliance with other races, and were even somewhat averse to it.
Witnessing the living conditions of my people near Orgrimmar, which were even worse than those on that dilapidated floating island in Nagrand...
The little roar was filled with anger...
After some investigation, he concluded that his enemies and adversaries were actually allies!
Whether it's the humans of the Alliance, the night elves who have a grudge in Ashenvale because their fathers accidentally killed the forest god, or the draenei who frequently fought in Outland... only the dwarves and gnomes probably don't have much interaction...
Xiaohou took over the army left by his father and scoffed at the capture-the-flag gameplay in Warsong Gulch, which he saw as akin to a video game...
I had a vague dissatisfaction with Thrall...
Why would the orcs engage in real hand-to-hand combat instead of fighting for flags in the forest? The key issue is that the night elf druids are as slippery as eels and as fat as bears; they transform into cheetahs and run incredibly fast. Garrosh is completely unaccustomed to this so-called battlefield...
The Horde's warriors were often outmaneuvered, Garrosh's impotent rage fueled by a deep-seated resentment towards peaceful relations with the Alliance, their archenemy...
Upon hearing that the Undercity emissary had requested the Warchief to send reinforcements against the Alliance, he immediately rushed to offer his services and personally led troops to kill the Alliance...
"This is my great wish: a true tribe speaks with its fists!"
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"Garrosh, didn't you hear the Warchief's order? Our next task is to remain still and track down the spies. Sending reinforcements has been handed over to the members of those adventurer guilds."
Rel'jaeden & Earthfury, the green-skinned orc shaman, had a rather ambiguous attitude towards the Alliance. He was the first to jump out and accuse Garrosh of overstepping his bounds.
"How could those spineless, opportunistic, and idle mercenaries possibly defeat our formidable enemy? The true warriors of the Horde are only the brown-skinned Mag'har orcs who follow the ways of their ancestors. The rest—black, red, green...—are all of impure blood and do not deserve to call themselves a Horde!"
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Garrosh's words immediately caused the surrounding crowd to change their expressions. Vol'jin couldn't help but sigh, "Garrosh is indeed worthy of his name... I wonder if the Warchief's chosen son of his friend really inherits the position of Warchief, will anyone in the Horde except for the orcs, no, except for the brown orc warriors, have any chance of survival?"
With just a few words, he offended the tribal officers inside the chieftain's fortress.
Sarton was speechless...
He himself is one of the greenest orcs...
Xiaohou's words were like a heavy hammer blow...
However, Roar's father was a hero of the tribe and the chieftain of the strongest Warsong tribe.
The Warsong Clan remains intact and possesses top-tier combat power... It is one of the few old tribal clans that has retained an orc army of considerable strength since the opening of the Dark Portal and the First and Second Wars between humans and orcs...
Even once-powerful races like the Blackrock orcs and Shadowmoon orcs have suffered heavy losses in years of wandering and chaotic warfare...
Those who remained were either old orc warriors like High Overlord Saurfang and Eitrigg, or remnants of independent tribes who refused to join and remained loyal to demonic forces and evil organizations.
It was no easy feat for Sarr to unite these hot-tempered, diverse tribes...
He had initially thought that finding the Mag'har orcs would give the new tribe a leader. However, Garrosh's words suggested that the Mag'har orcs were the true elite, while the other tribe members were merely a motley crew—a trend that clearly posed a significant threat...
His original plan to groom Garrosh Hellscream as his future successor was now wavering...
Seeing the still-wet crimson stains on Mannoroth's fanged armor, and remembering the heroic Old Howler who sacrificed himself for the new Horde...
Sal couldn't bear to do it!
"Insolence! Garrosh, your father led the way in refusing to drink the blood of Mannoroth to save the Warsong Clan who had drunk demon blood. He was willing to pay the price with his life and died in Ashenvale. He also became a red berserker. Aren't your words an insult and slander against yourself and your father?"
"I have high hopes for you. The tribe doesn't have much fresh blood... and brave men like your father are even rarer..."
"As a leader, a chieftain, you must never act impulsively. You haven't drunk the demon's blood, so why are you spouting nonsense? Even if you have objections to my arrangements as the great chieftain, you can't say it to my face. This is a basic quality that a leader must have... You are no longer a warrior; you are the leader of the Warsong Clan, the commander of the tribe!"
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"Guards! Drag him away and whip him 100 times as a warning... Let him go to Grom's Tombstone in Ashenvale to repent for ten days. When he returns, I want to hear your plans as chieftain of the Warsong Clan..."