"That's enough, my son, it's not too late to stop, give up this heart, the glory of the orcs can be with the help of external forces, but the power of the ancient gods is not included. ”

"Shut up! I was proud of you, but now you've degenerated into a death knight! A walking dead without honor! It seems to me that my father died in the Alterac Mountains!"

Garrosh immediately looked at Grom and roared.

Grom shrugged his shoulders and stopped answering Garrosh, nodding directly at Sal.

"Okay, I don't have a problem, let's end this, no matter what kind of judgment the tribe makes against him in the future, I have no objection. ”

The family concept of an orc is different from that of a country on Earth, and every orc has no right or obligation to dictate or protect him or her when he or she becomes an adult.

Correspondingly, the glory or responsibility of the children belongs to them alone, and has nothing to do with their parents.

Grom had fulfilled all his obligations, and after the last attempt to persuade his son to no avail, he did not continue to insist.

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 price for any of his actions.

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 the King's Praetorian Guard.

Grom slowly pulled his weapon from behind his back, and sighed heavily as he looked at his son in the hall below, looking at his highly-anticipated son.

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.

Garrosh roared in the same way, and the chained heart began to emit a fierce dark purple twilight that enveloped Garrosh's body.

After a period of research, and the unsparing support of the Mantis Demons, Garrosh is now able to briefly fuse his heart into his body.

He began to grow, and the thick evil qi on his body condensed into a dark purple entity, wrapped around the orc's body, demon-like energy spikes grew, and more than a dozen eyeballs were all over the orc's fused body.

"Look at yourself, you've become a monster now! a monster that any orc would destroy when they see it!"

Grom swung a roar of blood, and the blood-dying energy slashed with the blade of the axe.

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

Thrall, the shaman, made another cameo appearance to enhance his mastery, and after attaching himself to an earth shield, he rushed up and swung the hammer of destruction to launch a melee attack to support King Varian, who was in charge of confronting Garrosh head-on.

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

Gianna naturally needless to say, she has always been a proper output main force from beginning to end.

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

Garrosh roared and slashed an axe at King Varian, unleashing a twilight blast with his other hand.

"Monster, you're not even a tribal pig anymore! I'll happily vote for public execution at your trial!"

Varian's artifact greatsword switched to the form of a long-stored flame core, and the essence of a fire elemental lord burned on its body, scorching with a dark purple aura and making a crackling sound.

The whispers of the Heart of Ashar filled Garrosh's mind, trying to lure the spirit and will of the orcs into becoming a puppet of the Heart.

The heart wanted to escape, because not far away, the aura of another strange ancient god lingered for a long time, and it contained undisguised hostility.

The heart is the last guarantee of whether Ashaji can be resurrected, and if it is destroyed or absorbed by another ancient god, then Ashaji really doesn't want to be resurrected.

But the heart failed, and the orc's will was extremely strong, as strong as steel, and any whisper could not have any effect at all except for the infinite magnification of his obsession with the tribe.

It's a beep dog!

finally had a chance to be resurrected, but it turned out to be such a stone in the pit, which was stinky and hard, and the oil and salt did not enter.

"Give up, my son! I know that heart is affecting you now, you may be able to hold on for a month, a year, decades, but can you resist it for the rest of your life! If you are left alone, it will be the greatest irresponsibility to the tribe! That heart is amplifying your obsession, maybe your original intentions are good, but after infinite amplification, you will become a sinner who is extreme to the extreme! Tribal sinner!"

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

When Garrosh heard this, a trace of struggle and hesitation flashed in his eyes, but he quickly shook his head violently.

"No! I can control him, he will never be able to control me!

"That's what every madman who tries to harness a power that doesn't belong to him! You have no chance of winning, end your fusion with the heart!"

Thrall slammed his hammer and yelled at Garrosh.

Garrosh struggled inside, his mind telling him that the situation was just like Sal's words, that he had no chance of winning, and that the power he had at his disposal was not enough to defeat everyone present.

As for becoming a sinner of the tribe ...

Did you really do something wrong?

Garrosh could not accept this, everything he did was for the tribe, and he gave everything he had to the tribe.

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, and he is not invincible.

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

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

Hearing this, Garrosh paused abruptly and looked up at the old figure at the entrance of the hall.

Grandmother Gaia'an...

"Grandmother... I... You have been deceived by them, everything I have done, is for the sake of the tribe!"

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

He didn't want to hurt his grandmother.

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

Grandmother Gaiaan stepped down and looked up at the tall Garrosh.

"Tell me, son, is this what you do for the tribe, even if you fail now, do you want to drag the tribe to drain the last drop of blood with you?"

Garrosh froze in place and opened his mouth.

Eventually, he let out a roar of rage.

The orc's body twisted and flickered, and the heart reappeared on the chain in the center of the hall.

Garrosh disarmed and fell to the ground.

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

It's over.

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