Orgrimmar, Underground Bastion, Hall of Ashyaji.

Garrosh was alone, alone.

Bombarded with a thunderbolt, Garrosh took a few steps back.

"That's enough, my son, it's not too late to give up this evil heart, the glory of the orcs can be used from outside, but the power of the Elder Gods is not included!" Grom yelled at his son.

"Shut up! I used to be proud of you, I thought you were the target of pursuit, but now you have degenerated into a death knight! A walking dead without honor! It seems to me that my father has died in the Alterac Mountains! You have deserved the title of orcs who will never be slaves!"

Garrosh turned to look at Grom and immediately roared back.

Grom shrugged his shoulders when he heard this, shook his head heavily, and no longer answered Garrosh, nodding directly at Sal.

"Okay, I don't have any other problems, let's end this, no matter what kind of judgment the tribe makes against him in the future, I have no objection, this is his own choice of fate. ”

The family concept of orcs is different from the close family inheritance of the human kingdom, and after each orc reaches adulthood, his parents have no right or obligation to point fingers at him or continue to protect him.

Children have their own Xi'an, have their own destiny, and the glory of their fathers will not be inherited from them.

Correspondingly, the glory or responsibility of the children belongs to them alone, not to their parents.

Orcs don't need flowers in greenhouses, and they don't need waste.

And now, Grom has fulfilled all his obligations, and after one last persuasion of his son, which ended in failure, he no longer insisted.

Although it is painful, it cannot be blamed or forced, after all, the path of their children is their own choice.

Every adult orc must pay a corresponding price for any of his actions, and there is no excuse.

So...

"Attack!"

Thrall roared, and was the first to charge towards Garrosh with the Hammer of Doom.

King Varian followed, surrounded by a group of Praetorian Guards, a group of Alliance Brothers who had long wanted to cut down Garrosh.

Grom slowly pulled his tomahawk blood roar from behind his back, looked at his highly-anticipated son in the hall below, and sighed heavily.

Even if it is his own son, since he is wrong, he will have to pay the price.

And some things, once wrong, cannot be forgiven.

The lone Garrosh roared in the same way, and the heart chained to the top of the hall began to emit a fierce dark purple twilight that hung over Garrosh's body.

After so much research, and the unsparing support of the Mantis Demons, Garrosh was now able to briefly fuse the Heart of Ashera into his body.

His body began to grow, and the thick evil qi on his body condensed into a dark purple entity, wrapped around the surface of the orc's body, demon-like energy spikes grew rapidly, and more than a dozen large eyeballs spread all over the orc's fused body, and the whole shape looked like an orc-like upright demon.

"Look at yourself, you've become a complete monster now! a monster that any orc will destroy if they see it! This is what you call a tribe? Do you want to talk about a tribe becoming such a monster concentration camp!"

Grom swung his battle axe and roared blood, and the blood death energy slashed with the blade.

The axe formed by the condensation of the evil qi blocked the blow, and the two completely different energies collided together, and then exploded, once again widening the distance between father and son.

Everything that used to be, the old good memories of childhood, the warmth of family, all this seems to be no longer important, and the essential conflict between father and son has ruined it all.

"You are no longer my father!You are no longer my role model! I used to look forward to the triumphant return of you and the tribe day and night, but the result? You have let me down! You have let us down! When you and Kargas groveled in the world of Azeroth, we fought alone in Galadar, we will never give in, we are the true tribe!"

The gigantic Garrosh raised his aura-like tomahawk and slashed down, and Grom dodged the fatal blow.

"Since you can no longer represent the orthodox glorious tribe, then I will bear the burden! for the tribe!

As he spoke, Garrosh let out a roar of rage.

"I command you, I command you, the so-called mightiest god of the ancients! obey my orders, obey the orders of the tribe, and give me all your power!"

Frantic whispers filled the underground halls, and the Heart of Ashya seemed to be angry, angry that he couldn't bend the orc's will and that he had to continue to give his own essence power.

A blastwave of twilight surged out around Garrosh, re-distancing itself from the outnumbered enemies.

"The Elder God will never be able to control me, and I will control everything about him!

The orc's demonic body grew larger again, and Garrosh was like a large demon with an orc face.

"Come, enemies of the tribe, witness the will of the Great Chief!"

On the other side, Thrall, the shaman, made a cameo appearance as an enhancement mastery, putting on an earth shield for himself, and then rushed up again, wielding the hammer of destruction in his hand to launch a melee attack to support King Varian, who was responsible for confronting Garrosh head-on.

In the rear, Woking unleashes various voodoo curses on Garrosh while projecting the Shadow Javelin.

Needless to say, Gianna has always been the main force of long-range legal output from beginning to end.

"Alliance dogs, I'll kill you and nail your body to the minaret at the head of Orgrimmar!"

Garrosh roared and slashed an axe at King Varian, while his other hand continued to unleash waves of twilight shockwaves.

"Monster, you don't even count as a tribal pig anymore! I will happily vote for public execution in your trial!"

The Titan Creation Artifact Greatsword in Varian's hand had now switched to the form of a long-stored flame core, and the sword was burning with the essence flame of a Fire Elemental Lord, constantly scorching with dark purple aura and making a crackling sound.

"Your so-called Orthodox tribe can no longer represent the will of our Minotaurs, and you must be tried for war crimes, for my father!"

Bane* Bloodhoof, wielding his totem pole, lunged up and began to smash Garrosh.

The brothers and friends of the old days, everything of the old days, are forever broken at this moment.

Garrosh, why are you here?