Captivity, suffering, death. Even the orcs who were not imprisoned were still alive and well in this strange world. Grommash Hell Roars, the leader of the Warsong Clan with an iron will and a brave heart, spends his days in frustration and despair, watching out for the orc ruler every day.

"It can't be!" roared Grommash. "It can't be!"

The demonic corruption has completely destroyed their fate. All orcs will suffer this together.

That's impossible. Never. Gromash felt like the belief had pierced his bones. My clan will never be so depraved. I am willing to pay any price to avoid this fate.

Any cost.

Time goes on. An orc raised by humans is forced to fight to please his raiser. Although he was strong, he was often insulted and beaten. The humans even named him Thrall. But soon he had the idea of running away, and—

"You idiots, pull him out!"

The voice came from outside, and Gromash ignored it. What could be more important than the current one? He saw the young orc begin to learn how to read and-

"This prophecy has killed the shaman!

The hilt of the bloody roar suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, and he saw it swing down violently. The pain immediately came from Gromache's wrist. The hourglass fragment in his hand fell to the ground. The fog vanished, and with it all the sights and sounds.

It's over.

Gromash fell to his knees, gasping for air.

"Hell Roar Chief!" the stranger rushed to his side, blood roar in his hand. "Are you alright?"

Gromash slowly came to his senses. He could feel the air around him rush through his body. The elemental was also obviously anxious about the scene just now.

Finally, Gromash finally stood up. "Give that to me. The stranger handed him the Bloody Roar. "Why are you interrupting me?"

The stranger pointed in the other direction, and the shaman staggered motionless under a tree. "That prophecy killed the Elders, and hell roared. He replied. "I never thought there would be so much danger, and I was afraid that you would be killed too. ”

"How could his heart withstand a qiē that I saw. Gromash grabbed the stranger by the neck and threw him hard at a stone pillar. Gromash placed the blood roar on Garrosh's neck. "What happened next?"

"What?" asked the stranger.

"I witnessed slavery and death. This can't be the final outcome. "The blade of the clinging blood roar barely cut through the skin. "What happened to me, what happened to my clan?"

"You've fought to the last moment, and hell roars. You and the other orcs. It sounded like a stranger wouldn't want to admit it. But by then it was too late. Our hearts were all gouged out. Do you see it now? The price of gaining Gul'dan's power will be—"

"A qiē. Gromash interrupted. His voice was very hoarse. "Sacrifice our one qiē. He slowly withdrew the blood roar.

"Yes. But you also see others, hell roaring. ”

Grommash was a little confused. "What else?"

"You see the power of unity. The stranger said quietly. "All orcs are united under one banner. Imagine that there is no slavery, no depravity. Imagine. How much potential will a tribe led by Warsong have, and what world can stop us?"

Gromash turned. His brain was racing. "Weakness. I thought I was strong, and this just buried me. "Gorka, I want you to swear that I will be as heroic as you. Even if I die, I will die on the battlefield...... In order to avoid the fate that strangers showed me, I did not hesitate to lose my own life. I swear to you.

"Indeed, Hellroar Chieftain. The stranger said. "Although you know what to expect in the future. The masters of Gul'dan, and those in the other world, our enemies are still waiting to imprison us. Who but you can take on this challenge, and who will rule over all the clans?"

Only him. Only him.

"Those who conquer us in another world. They are extremely powerful. We have to be stronger. Gromash felt his soul roar. I'm going to get stronger. "If we end up failing, we will also die a well-deserved death. Stranger, do you say yes?"

“Lok-tarogar”。 The stranger replied.

The other two Warsong Guards responded. “Lok-tarogar”。

Gromash raised a roar of blood. "We will never be slaves. Whether in this world or in another world. "I am willing to pay any price to avoid this fate. He said to himself again. Gromash turned to the stranger. "You remind me of a man. ”

"Who?"

She, Gromash didn't say anything. Because it couldn't be, but didn't he just see what he thought was impossible?" How much time do we have, stranger?"

"Months. I don't know what to expect after that. ”

"Gul'dan must not be made aware of this matter, and he must be kept in the dark. He turned to his two guards. "Rush back to camp and get the scouts ready. We're going to send a letter to all the other clans in secret. Go quickly!"

The guards immediately did as they were told. Gromash and the strangers watched as they hurried toward the camp.

"We must warn them that Gul'dan's new power will not even be touched. Gromash muttered to himself. "But it's not an easy task. ”

"That's true. ”

Gromash looked at the stranger and spat out a sentence after a long time, "Are you willing to fight alongside the Warsong Clan?"

"Till death rests. ”

"I guess so. The chief replied. "You do have the heart of a war song. Come with me, we still have a long way to go. ”

The stranger's eyes sparkled.

"I will enjoy every step of the journey. He said. (To be continued.) )