Garrosh Hell Roars to death, dying in the Nagrand Prairie, which parallels the world of Draenor, and Thrall completes the execution mission assigned to him by the War Crimes Tribunal.

War crimes, dividing the tribe, disrupting normal politics, persecuting tribes, non-orcs joining races, betraying the world of Azeroth, disrupting the timeline, etc., etc...

With so many crimes, so many names, who can remember them in the end, and who wants to remember them.

The people involved who got this exact news couldn't tell how they felt at the moment, especially the various franchised races of the tribe.

Is it happy? Should we celebrate? Is it time to say that it is good to die?

Or should I sigh and let the past go with the wind, and say a word to Garrosh, the former Great Chief who can't really be hated?

But none of this matters anymore, the dead are gone, and the living still have to move on.

Garrosh's body was brought back to the world of Azeroth by Thrall himself, to the capital of the tribe, Orgrimmar, and to the land for which Garrosh had fought for his blood.

He had acquired a small ordinary tomb outside the city as his eternal resting place, surrounded by all the orc warriors who had died heroically since the founding of the new tribe, and this place was an inconspicuous place, but it was a glorious tomb of warriors, as unpretentious as the sleepers, who held up everything they believed in with their fists and battle axes.

For the sake of the tribe, it is better to die than to win.

Although Garrosh Hell roared that he was not a worthy tribal chieftain, and that he had committed all sorts of extreme wrongdoings, all of this aside, he was still a qualified orc warrior who shed his blood for the tribe, fought bravely, and forged ahead, bearing witness to his old glory with scars all over his body, which no one can deny or erase.

And a glorious orc warrior deserves to rest with his fellow believers, and should not be treated differently.

A new rough stone tombstone was erected, and in front of it stood an Overseer's double-edged battle axe, flanked by Garrosh's favorite fanged spaulders, all he had.

Grandmother Gaiaan slowly crouched down, she stroked the stone tombstone of Garrosh, silently read the life trajectory and tribal exploits inscribed on the stone tablet, and did not say a word for a long time.

Maybe... Garrosh should never have come to the world of Azeroth in the first place, his home and stage should be in the Broken Outlands, in the Nagrand Savannah, to defend a small piece of heaven for the Maghan clan, to serve as an ordinary orc overseer, away from all political cores.

He was never a politician, he was a fighter.

The Horde created Garrosh's end, and Garrosh also created the current Horde.

There is no right or wrong, only what should or should not be.

"Garrosh is dead? Thrall really did it, tsk... Hey, I originally thought that Sal would arrest him back and be re-tried, but I'm ready for a second trial, a little operation, change the result of the trial, and give a titan amnesty, so I can't end up with a death. ”

Kalimdor Continent, Palace of Eternal Night.

Boss Hu sighed and said to Ellie Sand, who was sitting in the old position on the sofa next to him to approve the decree documents.

To be honest, Boss Hu doesn't want Garrosh to die like this, after all, mistakes are mistakes, but mistakes can't erase merit, besides, if there is no Garrosh for personal reasons, the world of Azeroth would not be able to get a whole colony of parallel worlds.

Therefore, retirement in the name of the incognito is a good ending, and it is not in vain that Garrosh has personally participated in the colorful life of the world trend.

Who knew that these two orcs were both irascible brothers, with very straight personalities, and they fought on the spot without a few words of dialogue, both for glory, both for the tribe, and what else could they do, naturally one died.

"You think everyone is like you, people have their own principles and persistence. ”

Ellie Sander raised her head and glanced at Boss Hu, then lowered her head again and looked at the documents in her hand.

"Actually, I'm not surprised by this ending, I've been neighbors with orcs for so long, and our Prime Minister's Council has also dealt with the top of the tribe for so long, and I have a relatively thorough understanding of their glorious thinking. ”

Boss Hu nodded when he heard this, and sat back on the soft chair behind his desk.

"It is better to die with glory than to live with humiliation, and Garrosh can be regarded as carrying out this thinking to the end... Hey, forget it, send a condolence to the tribe in the official name of the Night Empire, he can be regarded as the number one hero in this life. ”

"It's already done, count on you to call the shots in real time, Garrosh is cold. Ellie Sander gave Boss Hu a blank look again.

"Gee, that's why I need your Prime Minister's Council. ”

Of course, Boss Hu is not the slightest bit conscious.

News of Garrosh's death quickly spread around the world, and regardless of the specific attitudes of the various factions, at least at this juncture, no one continued to fall into the ground.

The Coalition has rarely stopped spraying with the tribal media, which can be regarded as a kind of respect.

King Varian said that he was going to the priest for a comprehensive medical examination, and his heart was happy.

Well, he can be regarded as having inadvertently achieved a hidden achievement: he has survived two consecutive terms of the Great Chief of the Tribe, Thrall abdicated, Garrosh died, and whether he can continue to survive the current reigning Great Chief of Woking as well depends on whether he is in good health.

The Northern Alliance, led by Lordaeron, was silent, after all, they were not very familiar with the new tribe, and there had not been any large-scale conflicts with the tribe except for the Arathi Highlands, where Riptide Fort was located, so they did not comment on Garrosh's death.

The Knights of the Black Blade, on the other hand, show respect for the Horde's opinion and will never resurrect Garrosh's corpse as a new Death Knight, although they covet it and would not have offered to ask for it.

The realm of the soul.

Garrosh finds himself back to the young man he used to fight demons and defend Galadar in the Nagrand savannah.

The wind blows the wilderness, everything on the steppe is so calm and leisurely, and the gate of Galadar City not far away is open, as if to welcome his triumphant return.

"If you wish, the Titan gods will grant you a second life, and it is up to you to choose whether to return or not, Garrosh Hellroar. ”

There was a sound of wings fluttering, and the dark-golden Valkyrie of the Dawn of Vargri appeared behind Garrosh.

Garrosh turned around and smiled with a relaxed look, then shook his head.

Haven't you already returned, you're home, brothers, friends, grandmothers, they're all waiting for you.

"Go back, Vargri, I won't go with you, my place is here. ”

With that, Garrosh turned and strode forward, following the path flanked by wild flowers and weeds, into the open gate of Galadar.

The door slammed shut, everything around it was dissipating with Garrosh's departure, and the Valkyrie of Vargri vanished and returned to the real world.

So, so be it, Orc warrior Garrosh, your story is over.