With his cloak spent, blood roar on his back, and packed his bags, Gromash left Durotar and set out on the road to the Stormcrags. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

In old age, Gromash finally gradually transformed his willfulness into obsession - although this transformation seems to have come a little late.

Heading north from Durotal, the weather seems to be getting warmer as the altitude changes.

Grizzly Hills, Gromash adjusts his state as he continues his journey.

Truth be told, Gromash hadn't fought in a long time, and he sometimes felt like his body was really old - but more often than not, he wondered if the lack of fighting had caused his body to fall asleep.

The sun in the Grizzly Hills was warm but not harsh, and Gromash kept adjusting himself, gradually increasing the amount of exercise, eating more, and resting less, putting himself in a relatively tense state of readiness.

There was no way, the former Gromash didn't need these at all, and he picked up the blood roar to be his father, but now he had to spend a lot of effort to get his body excited.

Now is the time for the deer to plump, and Grommash's roar of blood has killed many of the hapless deer, and their antlers have become hooks around Grommash's waist—Gromash knows that he still has many mountains to climb, whether it's Gudak or Stormcrags.

Although he was already a little old, Grommash still had the same momentum, and the wild wolves in the grizzly hills did not even dare to think anything of him, and the beast's instincts told them that this guy with an axe was not easy to mess with.

Grommash didn't have a map, but he could tell the way - as long as he kept his route north, there was no problem.

At this moment, to be honest, Gromash misses his wolf a little, the old guy has been dead for a long time, and Gromash has buried it in Durontar with his own hands.

If the old guy is still around, his journey may be much faster.

Gromash didn't know where Garrosh had gone, but he believed he would find him, a warrior's instinct.

(It's not the Temple of Wisdom anyway, it's Ulduar!) ）

Well, in fact, sometimes Gromash himself doubts whether he can find Garrosh on this trip.

But what can you do if you don't set out?

Stay in Durontar and wait for death to come?

Times have changed - among the tribes, the orcs are not the same as they used to be.

Although the orcs need to restrain their behavior and restrain their impulses compared to the days of Draenor, again, the food trade from the Oath has given the orcs a relatively ample supply.

No matter how cold the winter is, the newborn little orcs will no longer freeze to death.

Who would exercise when food doesn't require desperate hunting?

Grommash admits that he has made some mistakes, but he remains convinced that the current orcs lack the spirit of enterprise.

This is also a problem that all doves need to face.

Thrall's policies certainly gave the orcs the opportunity to gain a foothold in Azeroth, but it also changed many of the orc's traditions.

In this respect, Thrall, who has been talking about reviving the orc tradition, is the one who has destroyed the tradition the most.

For the orcs now, fighting is no longer a glory, it must be a "righteous battle" - this seems to Gromash to be a stupid dogma like a human paladin.

Orcs are made to fight!

Glory is never for any damn justice, fighting is fighting, superb skill itself is a manifestation of ability, victory is glory!

Fighting is glory!

However, there is nothing that can change in the current Gromash - even this time, if Garrosh is not found, half of the orc hawks in the tribe will disappear!

When the time comes, the new chief of the Warsong Clan ...... It may not be possible to maintain its current position.

When it comes to the Horde, Gromash and Thrall have almost completely different views.

The experience in the Human Arena certainly gave Sal a chance to learn, and the books he received from Taresa enriched Sal's knowledge, but it also caused some deviations in Sal's thinking.

Thankfully, after the return of the Orcs of Draenor, Gromash saw hope.

With the help of Gaiaan and Agna, Thrall is also changing.

If orcs don't respect honor and survival first, what's the difference between them and humans?

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To the north of the Grizzly Hills, Gromash, who had been trekking alone for a long time, finally arrived in Zudak.

Zldak is the territory of the Ice Trolls, and their capital, Goodak, sits on this hill.

Interestingly, these trolls are very xenophobic, and although they join the tribe, they don't even listen to Thrall's orders except for Zur's instructions.

Originally, Gromash thought that he would be able to pass Gudak easily, but he didn't expect that Sal would actually spend money in order to stop himself!

Total lockdown of Goodak!

Grommash looked at the ice troll guards at the gates of the city with some astonishment, watching and questioning passers-by - he had never imagined that Thrall would be so reluctant to go to the Stormcrag on his own.

But either way, Gromash had to go!

Since there is a sentry post at the door? Then I'm not going to go to the door!

Gudak isn't just accessible by normal roads!

With this line of thought, along the high walls of Gudak, Gromash began to look for his goal.

Soon, he found what he was looking for.

Rivers!

That's right, Goodak is the source of the only ice-free river in Northrend, and there is water here!

Although the water here is bitterly cold all year round, at least it is not frozen ice!

Faced with the icy water, Gromash did not hesitate.

"Poof!"

Since no one had ever been to the underwater door, when Gromash opened his eyes in the icy water, he saw a water gate woven of thorns.

That's right, a door made of thorns!

Due to the fact that Gudak City was built very early, and the trolls did not even have the ability to smelt at that time, this water gate appeared very "plain".

After the trolls joined the Horde, Goodak once carried out a simple "upgrade", but Watergate did not upgrade.

Because no one has ever invaded from there!

This undoubtedly gave Gromash a chance.

With a roar of blood, Gromash easily cleaved the fragile thorns - they didn't rust and didn't need to be tended to (they even had the ability to filter), but they weren't very strong.

Soon, a soaking gromash appeared on the streets of Gudak.