Garrosh Hell roared, creeping cautiously in the grass, his brown skin blending with the dead grass around him, unremarkable, and the tension in his heart made his hands oozing sweat from his clenched tomahawks.

Less than a hundred meters in front of him, a Tabu sheep was leisurely grazing, raising its head from time to time and looking around vigilantly.

Every time he looked up, Garrosh had to bend down to avoid being spotted.

As the distance got closer and closer, his heart gradually became impatient, and just when there was only forty meters left, the Tabu sheep suddenly seemed to have discovered something and rushed towards the distance.

Damn it! Garrosh stepped anxiously, ready to pursue, but a large hand slammed into his shoulder.

This powerful hand made Garrosh calm down immediately.

When I looked up, I saw my father's deep and majestic face.

Grom Hell Roar (reclusive orc warrior): "It's too far for you to catch up, the tarbu sheep run extremely fast, and in order to successfully hunt the tarbu sheep, you must get within thirty paces, launch a charge, and kill with one hit."

Don't rush children, remember what I taught you, hunters must be patient, they must know how to seize the moment, they must figure out the reasons for their failures, and not let anger and impatience get carried away. ”

Garrosh took a deep breath, he nodded, trying to calm himself down, it wasn't an easy thing for an orc, but Garrosh did it anyway.

Probably because of his father's side, Garrosh was very at ease.

I thought hard for a while, and suddenly my eyes lit up. He suddenly came to his senses.

It's the wind!

He stretched out his hand to feel the flow of the air, the direction of the wind was changing, and it was just the wind that blew his scent through it that the tarbu sheep would flee immediately.

You have to change directions and approach the target from the downwind.

As soon as he wanted, Garrosh made a decisive circle, found the downwind, and then slowly approached the prey again.

This time he was extremely patient, and it took him half an hour to finally get into the distance where he could charge hard.

Lock on to the target - charge!

Garrosh leaped out of the grass and rushed to the Tabu sheep in an instant.

Shun Chop!

With an axe, the tarbu sheep fell down with a wail.

Looking at Garrosh on the ground, he was extremely excited.

"Haha, I succeeded my father."

"Well done, my child, you deserve to be from the Hellroar family." Grom was also very happy, although he was tired of killing, he still had to teach his children the power to protect themselves.

After more than a year of teaching by word and deed, Garrosh has made great progress, and he has the talent for fighting back then.

On the way back to the tribe, Garrosh carried the tarb sheep and followed his father, and it felt great to be hard at sunset.

He was not around his father when he was a child, and he had heard stories about his father from his grandmother.

It is said that his father once drank the blood of demons, turned into a bloodthirsty monster, followed a warlock named Gul'dan, killed countless people, and the whole of Draenor was polluted by evil energy except for Nagrand, and all this was the result of the evil done by Gul'dan and his father.

It's even more because of the things that Old Hell Roar has done, and he has been bullied by other orc children since he was a child.

Garrosh had been angry and hateful, but deep down, he had always longed to see his father again.

But everyone told him that Hellroar had traveled to the New World, where he was presumably dead.

Until one day a year ago, Grom suddenly appeared outside the gates of the tribe alone, and after a secret conversation with his grandmother, Grom stayed.

Grom then called Garrosh to him.

"Son, from today onwards, I will teach you how to be a true orc, brave, persevering, glorious, and wise, and never be carried away by anger, this is the first lesson I teach you."

From then on, Garrosh lived with his father, learning the art of fighting and hunting.

This year was probably the happiest day of Garrosh's life.

In Caladar, Grom Hellroar is a much-spoken figure who is both the chief of the Warsong Clan, a legendary war hero, and a villain who led the orcs to drink demonic blood and pollute Draenor.

His green skin looked out of place with the brown skin of the Calladal orcs.

His eyes occasionally glow crimson at night.

He can also chop down a Splithoof with a single axe, or even single-handedly take out an entire team of ogre marauders.

The orcs feared the strong, and despite all their problems, after showing their strength, Grom still became the most respected person among the young people in the clan.

And Garrosh has also changed from a monster's cub to a hero's son.

Gallus was curious about his father's past, and when he had free time, he often asked him about his conquests in another world, but Grom never told them.

When you are in a hurry, you become gloomy, "there is nothing but blood and death." Grom always said so heavily.

Blood and death...... Garrosh was always curious about what it was like.

Occasionally, in his dreams, he would dream of images of another world, where he was at war with enemies he had never seen before.

Those strange creatures called 'humans', Garrosh tried to imagine the appearance of those 'humans', 'dwarves' and 'elves'.

In my mind, I can only sketch some weird and vague shapes.

Woooooo

The horn sounded to welcome the hunters, Garrosh's thoughts returned to reality, and the father and son had reached the gates of Caladar.

A young orc hunter greeted him.

"Uncle Grom, there's a big man in the tribe today, saying he's looking for you."

"Big shots?"

Grom's eyes were slightly downcast, big man meant strife, meant killing, and strictly speaking, he was a deserter.

"Yes, big man," the young orc hunter lowered his voice, "I heard that it was the new Great Chief of the Tribe, and he came with many guards in full armor, and he was very imposing. ”

The new Great Chief of the Tribe, Grom is curious about who this big man will be, Naozu? Sarufar? Kilrog?

Walking through the gates of Caladar and coming to the square, you will see a herd of hellish boars munching on feed.

Grom was slightly stunned.

Ruthless (Great Chief of the Tribe): "Haha, long time no see, old friend, Grom, my old fellow, I didn't expect you to be alive, when you disappeared in Dagger Ridge, we all thought you were dead." ”

Grom had an incredulous look on his face when he heard that voice, and when he looked back, he realized that he had heard correctly.

"Yes-you!"

Grom squeezed out two words from between his teeth, he remembered this guy riding a wild boar too deeply, in the original battle of Dagger Ridge, Badao Ruthless was his adjutant, but Badao ruthlessly collected the studio's money, and his amazing acting skills successfully brought Grom and his army of war song wolf cavalry into the alliance's ambush circle, and also sold the back road.

At that time, Grom didn't understand what was going on, but wondered why the Tyrant Clan in charge of the broken sword was gone, but then he returned to Nagrand, calmed down, and thought about it in the dead of night, and finally figured out the key.

The knife is ruthless, this thing is a fucking two or five boys.

It's just that since he has broken away from the tribe, he can only forget about these past things.

But he never expected that he would encounter the ruthlessness of the overlord again, and this thing would become the new big chief.

"Of course it's me, what, I'm speechless when I see my old friend.

Don't look so ugly, old man, don't you give an old friend a hug when they meet? ”

Seeing Hell Roar reach out and touch the hunting axe behind him, the Overlord Knife ruthlessly stopped approaching.

Grom Hellroar (reclusive orc warrior): "I still haven't figured it out with you. ”

Badao Ruthless (Tribal Chief): "Don't be excited, don't be excited, I'm just saying hello to you, let's not mention the past, no, strictly speaking, you are still a traitor to the tribe, as the Great Chief, I didn't punish you, what do you say are you anxious about." ”

These words made Grom grit his teeth for a while, and even if he grew up, he almost couldn't hold back.

However, he still knows the depths, the other party is the big chief of the tribe, no matter how this big chief becomes the big chief, he can't really do anything to the other party.

Otherwise, the Pure Land of Karadar will suffer.

"Haha, is this right, I was also forced to do so, you led the wolf cavalry army to chase into that valley regardless of it, I waited for a while and was besieged by the alliance army, I wanted to defend the back road for you, but the alliance army is too fierce, thousands of killings, I fought hard for a long time and you didn't come out, so you can only retreat first.

I was worried that you would be in danger, but it seems that you also know how to protect yourself, isn't that okay? ”

Garrosh listened with relish, but Grom interrupted directly.

"That's enough, what the hell are you looking for me?"

"I came to you to ask you to go out of the mountain, now the tribe is recuperating, working hard to make babies, in two months, I will gather 200,000 troops, once again step through the dark gate, and launch the third orc war."

200,000 troops! When Garrosh heard this, he couldn't imagine what it was, and the total number of orcs in the entire Karadar was only a few tens of thousands, and most of them were still old, weak, women and children.

Imagining the appearance of 200,000 orc warriors rushing to kill, Garrosh was excited.

Grom was dismissive: "200,000, the tribe had a million army back then, didn't it still lose, what can you do with only 200,000 people?" ”

Tyrant Ruthless (Great Chieftain of the Tribe): "This time is different, Orgrim lacks strategic vision, and there is no overall strategic plan at all, I am different, I have already calculated, it is obviously impossible to deal with the entire alliance, but if it is just to deal with a separate country that has split up, there is no problem." ”

"Which kingdom are you going to fight?"

Hell Roar has also seen the map of the Eastern Continent.

"Quel'Salas, these elves have withdrawn from the alliance, and I have recently recruited some elven adventurers who can lead the way when the time comes, as long as we take Silvermoon City, our strategic goal will be achieved.

However, it is difficult to find a thousand troops, our tribe suffered too many casualties in the second war, and those bigwigs from other legions did not follow me, I can only come to you for help, how about it, come with me, I appoint you as the high-level overseer of the tribe and lead the cavalry corps of the tribe. ”

Garrosh on the side listened with his eyes lit up, his father was really awesome, and the big chief of the tribe had to come to his father for help if he wanted to fight.

"Father, let me go with you, I want to go to war too."

Grom glared at Garrosh, turned to the overlord and said ruthlessly: "Enough, I won't go with you, conquer, kill, I've seen too many misfortunes, war will not bring salvation to orcs, look around, the overlord is ruthless, without the invasion of evil energy and demons, without the destruction and slaughter of war, this land is gradually recovering."

I will protect my homeland, and I will not go with you. ”

"Father!" Garrosh was in a hurry.

The sword ruthlessly looked at Garrosh on the side, but his eyes lit up.

"This must be your son, Garrosh Hell Roar, sure enough, the hero is a boy." As he spoke, he patted Garrosh on the shoulder.

The ruthlessness of the sword to the little roar is like thunder, and even the popularity is still above the old roar.

The old roar was mainly more present when he was in the Warcraft trilogy, and it was already hung up when he arrived in the World of Warcraft, and it wasn't until the king of Draenor that he reappeared and brushed up on his presence.

Little Roar is different, starting from the burning expedition, the sense of presence has become stronger and stronger, and in the end, he succeeded Thrall as the chief of the tribe, and later became the version of the boss.

The name of 'brain dead roar' is well-known.

Although the nickname of brain-dead roar doesn't sound good, in fact, just looking at Xiao Roar's early performance, he still has the potential to be a famous general.

In particular, several wars with the alliance can be said to have gained the upper hand and opened up a lot of territory for the tribe.

If it is closed, it can be regarded as a potential stock.

Ruthless (tribal chief): "Young man, are you interested in joining the tribe's army, our tribe is now in need of a powerful warrior like you, I can appoint you as the tribal overseer, do you want to lead the wolf cavalry to gallop, or lead the infantry to charge?" ”

Tribal Overseers! This head sounds domineering, but it sounds much better than an ordinary orc hunter.

Garrosh was suddenly moved.

"Father?"

"No, you're far from learning how to fight, and besides, war won't do you any good."

"But father."

"I said, no! What, aren't you convinced? Well, if you can defeat me, I'll let you go with him, I won't bully you, you can use any weapon, and I'll only use this. ”

As he spoke, he pulled a wooden stick and posed as a warrior monk.

The overlord sword looked at the surprise mercilessly, and said that the hell roar would even brush the stick? When will this thing be learned?

Garrosh was overjoyed, and said in his heart, how could you promise me with a broken stick.

Orcs don't have any concept of filial piety, they don't care if you are your own father and godfather, and dare to do it when you are in a hurry.

"Father, that's what you said."

the tomahawk! Garrosh roared and slashed with an axe.

Grom stepped back.

Swept!

Back again!

Shun Chop!

With a single slash, you can cut off the stick.

But Grom dodged left and right, without the slightest intention of being tough with him, and where was he still like a brave and fearless warrior, Garrus was in a hurry, and pursued hard, and suddenly Grom's feet slammed down, and the long stick in his hand stabbed backwards like a spear.

Garrosh was caught off guard and was stabbed in the chest with a stick, and suddenly he was so angry that he fell to the sand with a thud.

Grom shook his head, "You're too impatient, you're not fit to go to war right now." ”

He looked at Badao Ruthless, "You go, Badao Ruthless, don't bother me again." ”

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At night, Garrosh lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

He wanted to prove himself on the battlefield so much, and the orc blood of the Warsong Clan made him feel uneasy.

Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door.

"Garrosh, are you asleep?"

Garrosh hurriedly got up and opened the curtain, only to see a young orc warrior winking at him.

"Draranosh Sarufar, what are you?"

This is the son of King Sarufar, known in history as little Sarufar, like Garrosh, because his father left and became an orphan, for Grom's return, little Sarufar is very envious, why didn't his father come back?

But now, he finally had the opportunity to meet his father.

"I'm going to join the tribe, the ruthless chief of the sword said that my father is not dead, he is in that new world, and I want to find him! I will go to war with the great army of the tribe, and the Great Chief has given me the position of tribal overseer. ”

Garrosh was immediately anxious, "I'll go with you." ”

"Can your father agree?"

"Hmph, he didn't need anyone else's permission to leave his hometown at the beginning, wait a minute, I'll go get something."

Garrosh said, and a man slipped out of Grom's house, and he snuck into the house, but fortunately, Grom slept deeply, and a heavy snoring came from the back room.

Garrosh tiptoed open the floor, revealing something wrapped in animal skin, something his father cared about most, and had been put in since he returned.

When he opened it, a strangely shaped battle axe appeared in front of him.

Blood Roar!

Garrus picked up the roar of blood, and a bloody breath came to his face, as if he could hear the screams and wails of the people killed in war.

Garrosh turned and walked out.

"Did you get it?"

"Got it, let's go."

The two of them left the longhouse and walked towards the outside of the tribe.

Badao ruthlessly rode the wild boar of hell, standing on a mountain, looking at Caladal in the distance, located in the green shade surrounded by the lake, a paradise-like scene, it is really a good place to retire, but it is a pity that as a big chief, he must fight, and a feeling of involuntary self-help arises.

Could this be fate, Ba Dao thought ruthlessly.

Hey, it's strange that I would have such an idea, it seems that I am too into the play.

"Great Chief, here we come"

There were a dozen young orc warriors, and even a few shamans.

Each one was full of excitement.

The sword couldn't help but sigh ruthlessly, the orcs are indeed a bloodthirsty and warlike race, and the beautiful mountains and rivers of Nagrand can't erase the fighting spirit in their hearts.

"Well come, you are all warriors of the tribe, destined to become conquerors, to establish your own legend and glory, let's go! Let's go and conquer that new world. ”

(End of chapter)