The world of Azeroth is full of mysteries, even from its geography itself.

Divided into two subcontinents, Azeroth, the northern and southern subcontinents, the mysterious Kalimdor in the west, the icy Northrend in the north, and the unknown Pandaria in the south, the unexpected parts of the four continents, collectively known as the Endless Sea by the creatures of this world.

Grom and his Warsong clan are now sailing on the endless sea on a ship provided by the Goblin Chamber of Commerce, the Venture Capital Company.

The goblins are at the helm, while the orcs are in charge...... They are not responsible for anything, and most of them lie bored on the deck, doing nothing.

Of course, the group of orcs lying on the deck was okay, and many more of them lost their combat effectiveness in the dizziness - and even the ability to stand.

In Draenor, the range of orcs also extends to the edge of the sea, but even on the inland rivers, the orcs mostly use bridges for their activities, and rarely use boats, which makes most of the orcs ...... Seasickness.

In the town of South Seas, it is precisely because of this consideration that Orgrim never thought of letting the orcs rush to land—who can vomit and diarrhea and still maintain their due combat effectiveness?

Of course, Grom was not seasick, and he hated the seasick people who had spit up and down and made the deck dirty, so he drove them all to the lower deck and the cabins—out of sight.

Grom was now sitting cross-legged on the side of the ship, his blood roar resting on his two thick thighs. However, his attention was not focused on his weapon, but ...... Observing his own body.

Grom has found himself greener lately - not recently, mostly since he was attacked by the Red Dragon that day. After bleeding a lot, his complexion began to turn dark green, and it was obvious that he was much darker than the rest of his clansmen.

Moreover, after leaving the Red Willow Forest outside the fortress of Dammod, Grom found that he didn't know what was going on, and there were many small holes in his body.

When facing the red dragon, Grom was burned head-on by the red dragon's flames; But he didn't die. It's just that there is a torn pain in the body, and then there are a lot of holes and fissures in the skin that keep bleeding outward.

Now the holes had stopped bleeding, but Grom found out from the holes and the fissures. There were many small hard thorns, dense protrusions all over his skin, and he looked very crazy.

What's going on? - Grom pressed the little thorns again and again, and his skin was still sunken. It doesn't seem to be any different. But Grom was keenly aware of the bounce on his fingers that was even greater than before.

Correspondingly, Grom felt that he had less and less control over his feelings - for example, that day at the orc base camp, although he knew that Gul'dan was talking nonsense and calling him a fool, Grom still couldn't hold back the killing intent in his heart towards those fellow clansmen, and killed them - and Grom had to admit that he enjoyed the process very much.

Now, Grom can barely control the people of his own clan; Anyone else. Even an acquaintance like Zu Hede, the chief of the Dragonthroat Clan, appeared in front of him, and he wanted to split the other party in half with an axe. See what color each other's blood is.

Well? What color? - Grom frowned - of course, he had no eyebrows; Before the war with the Draenei, almost all orcs shaved their eyebrows, an ancient ritual that symbolized glory and courage.

Why do you have such thoughts? Isn't the blood of orcs all red? It's not like I've never seen it before—Grom was puzzled by the strange thought that popped into his mind.

It's all red, right? - Grom gently lifted the blade of Bloodroar's axe and slashed it lightly with his palm.

Well? How...... Grom's palm slashed across the sharp blade of the axe, but it didn't hurt in any way—it was still green skin, with palm lines and a missing bloodstain.

Grom frowned, and exerted force in his hand—a slight tingling pain came from his palm; He knew that this "blood roar" had only tasted his own blood.

Of course, this is not normal, the axe blade of "Blood Roar" is extremely sharp, although his skin is also very tough, but it is impossible to stop the edge of "Blood Roar".

Puzzled, Grom raised his hand and looked into his palm, and then his pupils suddenly constricted - what is this?

Grom's palms were still green; However, if you look closely, you can see that there is some extra dark green liquid in his palm—darker than his skin, slowly flowing out of a crack in his palm—the wound that "Bloody Roar" has just inflicted.

Green ...... Blood? - Grom froze - it was normal for the wound to be cut and blood to flow; Or rather, blood is defined in Grom's mind as fluid that flows out of a wound.

Then why did his own blood turn green? Not long ago, when the red dragon spat itself out of flames, the blood he left behind was still a large area of crimson - the dragon? Was it the dragon that did something to himself?

Despite this suspicion in his heart, Grom instinctively remembered another person - Gul'dan.

There is a lot of green liquid, the sap of grass stems, and a lot of venom of insects and snakes...... But the green liquid that impressed Grom the most was the kind of green potion that Gul'dan had given him—the one that could become even stronger when drunk.

What kind of potion is it? Grom was suspicious, and put his palm in front of his nose and sniffed—a faint foul smell came from his palm, the smell was indescribable, but Grom was familiar—yes, in the homeland of the orcs, there was a mountain range that could breathe fire, and the vicinity of those mountains was usually surrounded by such a smell, which the wise men of the orcs named "brimstone".

Just as Grom pondered why his blood had turned green and why it smelled of sulfur, another ship slowly caught up next to the side of the ship he was leaning on.

"Grom, Grom! Something is wrong! A familiar voice called out Grom's name—Zuherd, the chief of the Dragonthroat Clan, stood on the side of the ship, shouting at Grom, with an eager expression on his face; The Blackham brothers, Red and Maim, stood behind Zuherd, both dazed and at a loss. (To be continued......)