War Lord of Azeroth
After waking up and accidentally becoming the son of Gromash and taking Garrosh's body, he must write the myth of belonging to the Hellroar family.
It's just that in this world where magic is everywhere, how can a mere warrior dominate the world?
Congratulations on getting the sign-in system, swing the tomahawk 150 times a day, you can get a lottery chance, raise your shield 150 times a day, you can get a lottery chance, and run 15 kilometers in armor every day, you can get a lottery chance.
In the shattered world of Draenor, Garrosh worked tirelessly to complete check-in tasks, and when his wings were full, it was the day when the roar of hell resounded through Azeroth.
Gromache: Son, Bloodroar is up to you, let them see what a true tribal warrior is!
Orgrim: It's a shame that Garrosh would like to use a hammer, so that I would have a reason to pass on my mantle to him.
Naozu: The moment I saw Garrosh born, I knew that this reckless little creature was a true orc warrior because he dared to ......
Gul'dan: If I could be resurrected, I would definitely have Garrosh cramped skin!
Saar: Garrosh, thank you for saving me out and introducing me to my wife! You are my brother for the rest of my life!
From Dunhold to Hearthvale, from the Eastern Kingdoms to Kalimdor, from the Scourge to the Burning Legion.
The glory of the tribe will be restored by me!