There is power in the air. Every movement of Gromash seemed to be in the way of the gods. Zanak wasn't wrong - they hated the stranger. Perhaps this means that he doesn't get any answers from the gods. But at least it's the stranger, not me, who will pay the price. Gromash thought. It's a shame to cut off the head of such a good orc, but a promise is a promise.

Gromash laid the fragment of the hourglass flat in the palm of his hand and watched carefully. The shards shimmered with bronze, and the fine sand around them seemed to be trapped by its gravity. It's a wonderful thing.

Maybe some kind of ritual is required before talking to the gods. If there were, Gromash didn't know. He's going to be very straightforward, and if they don't respond, so be it. "That stranger believed that my choice would affect the fate of the whole world. Gromash said, holding up the shards. He also claims that the answer lies in this thing. If he proves him wrong, he will die here. Tell me what the truth is. ”

The air began to flow dramatically. Tiny flames, water droplets, and stones poured into the debris under the action of a swirling strong wind.

As the force filled the shards, Gromash didn't move at all. Even if the shards touched his eyes. A mist began to rise from the Prophecy Stone, and in an instant Gromash was encased inside—

In the blink of an eye, Gromash was gone. All that can be seen is a wall of mist surrounding the Prophecy Stone. The guards standing by the stone pillars kept jumping up and down there, hoping to find the chief in the mist.

The guards around Garrosh tensed. "If you kill our chieftain, stranger. You'll be the next one to die. He said.

Garrosh shook his head. "He's going to be fine. As soon as he finished speaking, he felt his heart flutter. What happens to the gods when they see things in another world, another time and space? Are they frightened? and therefore kill Gromash? No, this qiē has to succeed. Assertive. He wants to show confidence.

Suddenly lightning appeared in the mist.

Elder Zanak shouted, "No!"

The other two orcs turned. The shaman had fallen to the ground by this time. "No!" he screamed again. "This can't be!" the guard knelt beside him and helped the elder, who was twitching.

He saw a qiē that my father was witnessing. The same is true of the gods. At this moment, they were as terrified as Elder Zanak.

Garrosh turned to the Prophecy Stone again, and waited patiently.

- Time flies through the eyes of Gromarsh. He looked at this qiē in amazement.

It's all true. What strangers say is all the truth.

A war that the orcs cannot win. The blood of draenei and orcs is mixed on the battlefield. The number of orcs united is staggering, far beyond the reach of the Warsong Clan. That's the tribe. It's hard for Gromash to believe how powerful it can be. What strangers describe is only the tip of the iceberg of its potential.

Time continues to fly. He saw that the earth began to rot as a result of a new power—witchcraft. He saw that the color of the orc's skin began to change, and even those who had not touched the tainted power began to show green on their bodies.

He saw the "miracle" of Gul'dan, a gift from a "benefactor" hidden in the shadows. Whereas...... Gromash was the first to drink that gift.

But the stranger was wrong, Gromash didn't care about the safety of the other orcs. He was the first to drink it because: No one is stronger than me! No one is weak!

Hell Roar saw himself drink the shiny liquid, and felt like he was experiencing that qiē himself. He felt his body begin to transform, his skin turned green, anger and power filled his body.

"I feel...... Wonderful!" he shouted through the mist. "I'm going to tear the Draenei to shreds! Drink their blood! Give me their blood!"

But suddenly he realized something.

His mind is no longer his own. Gromash could feel that feeling.

The shaman elder screamed again. "It can't be!" he kept shivering, and spit flowed from the corners of his mouth.

Warsong's guards kept looking in the direction of the Prophecy Stone. "Is his life in danger? Will Hellroar be in the same danger?" he asked

"Let's go. I will stay here. If the situation is urgent, pull him out of the fog. Garrosh replied.

Without saying a word, the guard ran straight to the Prophecy Stone. Garrosh leaned closer to Zanak, and suddenly felt an indescribable sense of relief. "Do you understand?" he asked the elder. "That's why I'm here. to stop this qiē. ”

The shaman clutched his chest, his hand, which had been cut by the shards, left streaks of bright red blood on his robe. "It can't be. It must not happen. It must not happen!" His breathing was unusually rapid. "There is hope. Redemption, redemption!"

"Yes. Garrosh said slowly. "Salvation. That's why I'm here. He grabbed one of the elder's hands and felt his heart beat. Is he dying?" ”

Zanak didn't seem to be able to hear anything anymore. "Hell Roar has the heart of a brave man. That heart will change a qiē. ”

"Yes. Garrosh said yes.

"That heart will help him to resist and fight, to unite all the orcs and lead them. ”

Garrosh sat cross-legged on the ground and rested the shaman's head on his knees. "Yes, all this qiē's fate is in his hands. He patted the elder lightly on the shoulder. At least the old guy has finally figured out my good intentions.

"Peace...... Maybe we'll see peace again. ”

Garrosh's hand suddenly stopped.

Lok-tarogar, win or die. Gromash saw both. A victory over the Draenei, followed by the destruction of the world by evil magic.

The elements were already on the verge of extinction by that time. Gromash could feel their horror at the sight of their ruin. The scene was clearly unexpected.

Then came an idea from Gul'dan - to invade a new world. Azeroth. The tribe came there through a portal, and no one who dared to resist was spared.

However, the victory did not last long. The defeat came quickly, and it was very complete. The surviving orcs were imprisoned.

And they never resisted again.

Even the orcs who were once the Warsong Clan. They chose to give up. Since the demonic power in their bodies had disappeared, they all became languishing.

Our souls...... Our souls no longer cease to exist. Gromash felt like crying about it.

Zanak's gaze returned to Garrosh. "You've seen this qiē, and you know very well that under the leadership of Hell's Roar, the orcs will unite and support each other, and this will be the most glorious moment. ”

"This is the tribe, Elder. Garrosh said.

"Hell's Roar can carry this burden. He was able to overcome a qiē difficulty. The curse of the devil will not be the end of the world. Tears began to well-up in Zanak's eyes. His voice was a mixture of joy and hope. "Although a world was destroyed, the sacrifice of Hellroar saved all orcs. You have witnessed this qiē......"

Garrosh looked around. The two guards lingered at the edge of the fog, apparently debating whether or not to interrupt Grommash. Other than that, no one else is in sight. If the shaman had an apprentice or someone to take care of him, they would not have been around.

"I do see that, Elder. With that, Garrosh covered the shaman's nose with one hand and his mouth with the other. "And I don't want to see that happen again. ”

A low cry came from between Garrosh's fingers, but no air could reach the shaman's lungs. Zanak's hand kept flapping Garrosh.

"Your ancestors welcome you back. Garrosh whispered,

He let the elder struggle until he gave up his resistance and his heart stopped beating completely. However, to be on the safe side, he left his hand in place for thirty seconds before gently laying it flat on the ground. "Your ancestors will welcome you back. Garrosh said. The Elder had earned the respect of Gromash Hellroar, and he regretted that the Elder had to die here.

Garrosh strode towards the Prophecy Stone. Maybe the elementals would have been furious with what he had just done, or maybe they hadn't seen it at all. Because they are still busy peeking into the future.

This reminds me......

The roar of blood was still on the Gromash guards. Garrosh smiled and held out his hand to it. (To be continued.) )