Underground hall.

Garrosh took a few steps back, gasping for air.

The frantic whispers of the Heart of Ashar filled the mind of the Great Chief of the Orcs, trying to lure the orcs into depravity of their spirits and wills and become puppets of the Heart.

The whispers grew more anxious and urgent, as if Asha's heart wanted to control the orc as soon as possible, so that he could save his life and try to escape.

Oh, of course it's not about Garrosh, it's for himself.

The heart wanted to escape, and immediately immediately, because in the passage of the hall not far away, the aura of another strange ancient god lingered for a long time, and it was getting closer and closer, spreading towards this hall, and it contained undisguised hostility.

The heart is the last insurance whether Yashaji can be resurrected again, if it is destroyed or swallowed and absorbed by another ancient god, then Yashaji really doesn't want to be resurrected, it is completely dead, and there is nothing left.

So you have to run! You have to get this damn lowly flesh orc under control!

But the heart failed, this orc is not lowly, the orc's will is extremely firm, as strong as steel, unshakable, any crazy whispers can not create any other impact except for his infinitely magnified obsession with the tribe.

It's a beep dog!

finally had a chance to resurrect it, but it turned out to be such a big stone in the pit, smelly and hard, oil and salt don't enter, what did these two stunned orcs eat to grow up, why are you so biao!

"Give up, my son! I know that heart is constantly affecting you now, just like the demon can corrupt us back then, you may be able to hold on for a month, a year, or even decades, but can you resist it for a lifetime! If you are left alone and let you develop, it will be the greatest irresponsibility to the tribe! Look at the long term, my son! That evil heart of the old god is constantly amplifying your obsessions, maybe your original intentions are good, but after infinite amplification, you will eventually become a sinner who is extreme to the extreme!

Grom was keenly aware of the hideousness in Garrosh's expression and the inexplicable growl, and immediately understood what was going on.

"Think carefully about what you have done yourself, for the sake of your orthodox tribe, you sent people to assassinate Kane and Wojin, you no longer care about the minotaurs and trolls, you let Kukaron abuse the panda people of the Fire Gold Sect, those are all our blood-related tribal brothers, have you forgotten it!"

When Garrosh heard this, a trace of struggle and hesitation immediately flashed in his eyes.

Yes, what did I think at the time? Even if it was for the sake of the tribe, but to make that kind of move, this is not what I insist on at all...

But soon, Garrosh shook his head violently.

"No, you don't understand! I can control him, he will never be able to control me! My will is as strong as steel! Even the ancient gods must obey the orders of the tribe! As for the minotaurs, trolls, pandamen... They... They... ”

Garrosh didn't know what to say for a moment.

"That's what every madman who tries to harness a power that doesn't belong to him! They all think they have the power to control everything, but what is the result!Open your eyes, Garrosh! You don't have any chance of winning, end your fusion with your heart, and don't let that evil thing continue to affect you!"

Thrall slammed his hammer and yelled at Garrosh.

Garrosh was struggling inside, and his reason told him that the situation was just as Sal had said, that he had no chance of winning, and that the power he possessed was not enough to defeat everyone present.

And what I did to the other members of the tribe ... I'm ashamed to say it.

He will become a sinner of the tribe, and he will become a sinner of the tribe.

Did you really do something wrong, and did you keep going?

No!

Garrosh couldn't accept this, everything he did was for the tribe, and he gave everything he had to the tribe he loved from the bottom of his heart.

This group of people who besiege themselves with the Union Dogs, they are the sinners of the tribe!

But he has reached the end of his strong crossbow, he is not invincible, and the strength of his heart is not enough to defeat everything in front of him.

When he tried to get up again with difficulty, and then slammed into a thick chain of lightning, he fell to his knees and let out a reluctant roar.

The great chieftain of the tribe whose will is as strong as steel, he is no longer able to fight.

"Stop, my good boy, don't you even want to listen to your grandmother after you became the chief of the tribe?"

Falling to his knees, Garrosh in rough clothes heard this, his massive demonic body suddenly stopped, and then raised his head to look at the old and familiar figure at the entrance to the underground hall.

Grandmother Gaiaan, the kind grandmother who has taken care of her since she was a child, she is the spiritual pillar of the Maghan clan, she is her spiritual pillar.

My father left with the horde, my mother died, and I grew up listening to Gaia's grandmother's bedtime stories.

"Grandmother... I... No, you are blinded by them, everything I do, is for the tribe, I never thought of anything else, I am not ... ”

Garrosh looked at his grandmother who was walking towards him, stopped talking, and immediately used the only strength he had left to control the evil energy in his body.

He didn't want to hurt his grandmother.

"Yes, but all I see is the tribes in mournful civil war, in division, in racism, in self-consumption, in needless bloodshed. ”

Grandmother Gaiaan walked up to Garrosh, crouched down, and looked up at the tall Garrosh.

"Tell me, son, is this how you did for the tribe? Even if you fail now, will you drag the tribe to shed the last drop of blood with you? Do you want the tribe to be buried with you? Have you forgotten the story I told you about your ancestors?"

Garrosh froze in place, looked at his beloved grandmother, opened his mouth, and did not answer anything.

Eventually, he let out a roar of rage.

The orc's body twisted and flickered, then reverted back to its normal orc form and size, and the Heart of Ashya reappeared on the chain at the top of the hall.

Bang dang!

The fanged spaulders fell to the ground, and Garrosh disarmed and fell to the ground with a thud.

The last shred of persistence and strength left him, he failed, he failed this civil war.

It's over.