Hoping for one last glorious battle, Garrosh got his wish.

At the top of the Gromashil Fortress, the airship used for emergency evacuation had been completely destroyed, and his own Warsong guards were gone, except for a green-skinned orc standing silently in front of the burning airship, an old friend.

Thrall.

Garrosh stared at the green-skinned orc in front of him for a moment, then he grinned a few times, and it was unclear whether it was relief or sarcasm, maybe both.

The evacuated airship was destroyed and the escape path was cut off, which for Garrosh might be exactly the ending he wanted.

The former Great Chief may have done a lot of wrong things, but he was never a coward, was he?

"It seems that you are the final executioner chosen by the world of Azeroth, and is your hypocritical trial in absentia finally over?"

Thrall was silent for a moment, then shook his head, still holding on to his weapon, the Hammer of Destruction.

"Garrosh, it's all over, don't force me, now lay down your arms, come back with me, and I'll file a request for a second retrial for you. ”

Sal still tried to make amends, he really didn't want to see Garrosh end up like this, especially if he did it himself.

"It was you who made me join the Horde's army. ”

Garrosh smiled, and instead of answering Sal's words, he began to walk back and forth with the sharp axe in his hand.

"You were the one who made me the glorious Grand Overseer of the Horde and made me understand what it means to be for the Horde. ”

"It was you who made me meet so many brothers and sisters who share my beliefs. ”

"It's you who made me the Great Chief of the Tribe! I'm willing to give everything for it, because it's all for the Tribe!"

Garrosh grew louder and louder, and his expression became more and more agitated, staring at Sal in front of him.

"It's also you, you don't agree with my approach!"

"It's you, too, who have raised an army against me again!"

"It's you, who attribute everything I've done to mistakes and depravity!"

"It's you, you're you, it's you!"

"Shut up!" Thrall also yelled, interrupting Garrosh's lash.

"I let you join the army to hone your will, to make you understand what is really for the tribe, not to exclude the joining brothers of other non-orc races!"

"I made you the Great Overseer of the Horde because you were still glorious back then!"

"I chose you as the Great Chief because I believe you are the best of the younger generation of the tribe! I believe that you can lead all the brothers and sisters of the tribe to move forward!"

"And you!Garrosh* Hell's Roar, Son of Grom! You have disappointed me, you have disappointed the whole tribe! Your so-called glory has been twisted into extreme racism, and your faith for the tribe has been twisted into a belief that you fight only for the orcs!"

"Open your eyes and see carefully! What you have done has chilled the brothers and sisters of the tribe!"

"If you don't know how to look at yourself, Garrosh, then let me help you see it all!"

The hammer of destruction in Thrall's hand began to glow with blue elemental thunder.

"Ahhhh

Garrosh also raised his battle axe and rushed towards Thrall in front of him.

The duel between the two former Grand Chieftains of the Tribes began.

In terms of physical strength, in terms of warrior skill, Thrall is inferior to Garrosh.

But when it comes to elemental power, none of the ten Garrosh tied together is a match for Thrall.

The weapon collided, and the light blue thunder elemental power scattered and splashed in all directions, and quickly spread along the weapon, Garrosh was immediately hit by the bombardment, and flew directly upside down.

However, the orc warrior immediately rolled over, got up again and rushed back towards Thrall, and threw away the sharp axe in his hand, and punched Thrall directly in the abdomen.

That's right, Garrosh lost his weapon, and this duel, he didn't want to get out alive.

Thrall, who had been punched in the abdomen, was also sent flying a few meters, and the Hammer of Doom landed next to him with a clatter.

Garrosh rode on top of Sal and slammed his big fist into Sal under his crotch (don't think about it, of course, there is no notebook!).

After receiving so many punches from an elite warrior in a row, Brother Sal was naturally quickly beaten with a blue nose and swollen face (the armor of the plate armor shaman was not good).

"Now, let me help you see it all ... Garrosh picked up the hammer of destruction next to him, intending to smash Saar's head.

A storm of turquoise thunder spread outward with Thrall as the center, bombarding Garrosh fiercely, falling to the ground not far away, being pumped straight by the electric shock, and unable to get up for a long time.

The earth is furious, and Thrall, an alien guardian of the otherworldly earth, is temporarily supported by the elements of the Draenor world.

A huge palm made entirely of rock burst out of the ground, grasping Garrosh as he struggled to get to his feet, holding him firmly in place.

Thrall picked up the hammer of destruction and walked slowly, raising his hammer and pointing at Garrosh, who was trapped in the palm of his rock.

"You... Who I am today. ”

Garrosh stopped struggling, he seemed to give up, he seemed to be tired, he seemed to want to end it all, he looked down at Sal, his tone was extremely calm, and he couldn't hear the joy or sorrow.

"No... It's your own doing. ”

Thrall also looked directly at Garrosh, with a look of determination and a hint of complexity.

Garrosh smiled when he heard this, and without retorting or remorse, he raised his head and closed his eyes.

A huge spiral thundercloud quickly condensed in the sky directly above, making a deafening sound, and the wind and rain were coming.

"Garrosh * Hellroar, son of Grom, former Grand Chief of the Horde, you have been convicted of war crimes, dividing the tribe, disturbing normal politics, persecuting the tribe for non-orc franchises, betraying the world of Azeroth, disrupting the timeline, and the court has made a final trial in absentia, the death penalty, and immediately execute!"

Thrall then looked up at Garrosh again.

"May you return to the bosom of your ancestors, my old friend, the tomb of the glorious warrior of Orgrimmar, and have your place, and the tribe will never forget your deeds as a glorious warrior. ”

Garrosh opened his eyes, looked down at Thrall, and opened his mouth, but he didn't say anything.

Thank you for being buried in Azeroth, in Orgrimmar, in the land of the tribe that I love so much.

A thunderbolt dragon slammed down from the very center of the spiral thundercloud, like a heavenly punishment, and directly bombarded Garrosh's body.

LIBERATED ...

I really want to see my grandmother again...