Quelsala and the others arrived in Galadar with the corpse of the 'Gut Splitter' with little Sarufar.

"Elder Kartog, this is the corpse of the Wind Peng King's 'Intestine Splitter', and I have handed it over to you to dispose of. I took my new friend to the cellar for two drinks! Little Sarufar handed the body of Feng Peng to Kartog, who was on patrol.

Kartog looked at the huge corpse of Fengpeng and asked, "You killed this?" ”

"Of course not! How can I do this! It was my friend's wife who helped me kill him. Little Sarufar said to Kartog as he beckoned Quelsala and the others to come over. Little Sarufar introduced them to each other, "Elder, this is the Quelsala's Sunstrider. Quill, this is our Captain of the Guard, Elder Kartog! ”

"Hello, it's a pleasure to meet you, respected orc warrior!" Quelsala said to Kartog.

"I'm glad to meet you, Quill too! I've heard of you elves, and you've beaten the Draenei's hooves to the ground! Kartog slapped his chest with his right hand and said to Quelsala.

"Thank you for the compliment, you're the best I've heard since I came to Draenor!" Quelsala complimented, "I would like to ask you, is my friend Thrall here?" ”

"In! There's a lot of movement you've just made, and I think they're almost there! Kartog said.

"Elder, are there any guests in the village? Who is it? Sarufar Jr. asked.

"See for yourself!" Kartog said, pointing to the group of Sal who were walking towards them.

"Greenskinned orcs? And, father?! Ah, and uncle! I'm not dreaming, am I? Little Sarufar glared at Brooks and Varok as they walked towards him, and muttered there.

"Dranosh, my child! Don't you remember your father? Varok walked up to little Sarufar and reached out to stroke his face.

"Father, it's great to see you again!" Little Sarufar fell into Varok's arms again and wept bitterly.

"Good boy, I've suffered you all these years. My father and uncle came back, and we never separated again. Varok stroked his son's head, tears streaming down his face.

Looking at the scene of Sarufar's family meeting, everyone present wiped the tears from the corners of their eyes.

In the distance, in a corner, Garrosh, watching all this, was lamenting alone at the moment. He didn't know why his father hadn't come back with him, and he didn't have the courage to go over and ask, he was afraid of getting bad news.

The Sarufar family happily led Quelsala and the others to Gaia's grandmother's tent, desperate for the elder to know that his family was reunited. And, introduce her to Quelsala as a friend.

Thrall watched as the crowd walked towards his grandmother's tent, while he himself set his eyes on Garrosh, who was hiding in the corner.

Thrall strolled towards Garrosh, came to the young orc warrior, handed Garrosh a piece of magic silk in his hand, and said, "Brother, after washing the sand in your eyes, you need to wipe it with a pure cloth to make your eyes brighter. ”

Garrosh received the silk from Sal, gently wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and said to Sal: "Thank you! I'll give you back this piece of silk. ”

"No, it's just a piece of silk! Interested in having a drink with me? Sal invited Garrosh to sit down on a boulder by the lake.

Sal pulled out a jug of morning dew and two wine glasses from his storage bag. A full glass was placed in front of Garrosh and he said, "Taste the specialty of Azeroth, which is also your father's favorite wine." ”

Garrosh took the wine glass and drank it down, smashed his mouth, and said, "Sweet, it's a little stronger!" ”

"Yes, it's a little weaker. Your father once said that orcs are strong all their lives, and only when they are alone can they enjoy a moment of stability and softness. "Your father is a true hero, and he has earned the respect of all of Azeroth with his might. ”

"I grew up listening to my father's heroic deeds, and I longed to fight alongside him one day." Garrosh drank another glass of wine and said, "Is there any stronger wine?" It's not a good drink. ”

"Of course!" Thrall took out two more barrels of dwarven barley wine, and drank them with Garrosh and the others.

Garrosh poured half a barrel of ale, and his brown face flushed. Garrosh looked at Sal with drunken eyes and said, "Brother, now you can tell me about my father." Don't worry, I'll hold on to everything. ”

Sal put down the barrel and took out two delicate boxes from his storage bag.

"This is your father's tomahawk - a bloody roar. It was this battle axe that accompanied him across Azeroth; It was also with him that your father used the Abyss Demon Manolos to finally kill him and lift the demon's curse on the orcs. Thrall opened one of the boxes, lay quietly in a tomahawk, and said, "Your father is a true hero admired by all people!" ”

Garrosh picked up the tomahawk and rubbed it on its blade, his eyes blurred with tears as he looked at it. For a long time, tears fell from Garrosh's eyes on the blade of the axe, which shimmered with coldness.

Looking at his father's weapon and thinking back to his imaginary father's figure, Garrosh couldn't help but cry. The cry was low, suppressed, and then turned into a roar!

Garrosh's angry roar alarmed all the living beings of Nagrand. At this moment, the Tabu sheep and the split-hoof ox also knelt down on their front hooves; The foraging thunder image also elicits a long roar.

In the big tent of Grandmother Gaiaan, Dranosh asked suspiciously, "What is wrong with Garosh?" ”

"Kid, there are some things Garrosh has to face on his own!" Varok stroked little Sarufar's head and said with a long sigh.

Garrosh vented the sulkness in his chest and sat on the stone with the great axe 'Bloody Roar' in his arms.

Thrall opened another box, which contained a set of armor shoulder pads. "This set of shoulder pads is made of Manolos' fangs," Sal said. When your father was dying, he instructed you to give you shoulder pads. I hope you will remember the shame of the orcs and use it to motivate yourself to move forward. He wants you to take up the ranks of the Warsong Clan and become a great warrior. ”

"Thank you! I will remember my father's instructions. Garrosh clung to a great axe and shoulder pads, and walked to his lodgings in frustration.

"Garosh, I hope you can come out of the shadows as soon as possible, the tribe still needs you!" Sal looked at Garrosh in the distance, took a sip of ale, and said to himself.

"Alas! Let's go and ask Quill why he's here! Thrall got up to leave the boulder. At this moment, a voice sounded from behind Sal: "What wine! ”

Thrall turned to see a brown-skinned orc girl holding a barrel and pouring ale at some point.

(End of chapter)