Kharkan is a respectable enemy. Both his strength and his agility rivaled that of Orgrim's Hammer. He thought to himself that Halkan was not a fool, but a cunning and witty warrior who could even see through his opponent's next move. This was amply confirmed when the Skullsplitter swung another hammer and followed it closely, then slammed his fists into Grom's chest.

But now Halkan is no longer sober. Grom could already see his opponent's eyes rolled upwards and a slight froth of the white froth on his lips. The Bone Chieftain's breathing grew heavier, and his attacks were more powerful, but also more uncontrollable. Despite the great effort it takes, Grom can easily dodge or block his opponent's brutal attacks. Grom grinned, baring his teeth, and he felt the bloodlust* rise up inside him again, trying to control him like he controlled Harkan. But Grom won't allow that to happen. He is his own master, and he cannot let bloodlust control him.

It's time to put an end to a qiē. Grom dodged another attack from Halkan, took a deep breath, and slammed his head into the face.

He opened his chin unusually wide and let out a deafening howl that Harkan roared like a foil to a bass. I saw Halkan cover his ears, which were already bleeding, and fell to his knees. Blood gushed from his nostrils and eyes, and his gaping mouth began to drip blood. Grom slashed his blood roar, a smooth bribe slicing off Halkan's head, and his legendary battle cry turned into a laugh of victory.

Halkan's body, especially his arms, still swayed. The body suddenly stopped moving, as if it was listening to something with other senses. Then he fell straight forward to the ground. His body fell there, twitching slightly.

Grom looked at it and smiled. Then kick his body over. Luckily, his loot was not lost. He looked at the head for a long time. I thought of Guldan, I thought of Naozu, and I thought of what had happened in the past few years. Then he pulled a thick cloth bag from his belt and placed it over Guldan's skull, putting the creepy thing away safely.

Before Grom left, Tyrone Bloodfiend had warned him not to have any direct contact with the head. Although Grom didn't like and trusted the Death Knight, he heeded his warnings. Gul'dan was already so dangerous during his lifetime. As a result, Grom could imagine that even his relics would be powerful.

Grom stood up, Roar of Blood in one hand and cloth bag in the other. He looked at the orcs assembled in front of him and asked loudly, "Who will be in charge of the bone-chewing orcs now?"

A tall, muscular young orc stepped out. He wears a belt adorned with orc backs, a bracer hewn from the remnants of an ogre's back, and a heavy mace rests on his shoulder. He said proudly, "I'm the Taga Spine Crusher, and now I'm the one who leads the Bone Chewing Clan. He stared at Halkan's corpse for a long time before he looked at Grom.

Grom asked, gesturing to the bag in his hand. "I have taken the skull of Gul'dan. Now I ask you, Targa, Ridge Crusher: Do you want to join us, or do you want to end up with Halkan?"

The new chief hesitated. "Grom, hell roars, I have a question for you before I answer you. You let us follow Naozu, but why did you do it? I remember you saying that he was responsible for all this trouble. ”...

Grom thought to himself that the barbarian wasn't as stupid as he looked, and he decided to sue him for the answer. Indeed, it was because he gave control to the traitor and allowed Gul'dan to do whatever he wanted without interference, that caused the troubles he is in now. As he spoke, he pointed to the head in his hand. "But before that. Nao Zu has always been a smart man, and he has provided many good buildings for the clans. It was also he who founded the tribe in the first place. ”

He continued, "It was because of his vow that the dark gates would be reopened. I chose to follow him. I should have had the opportunity to set foot in Azeroth and kill the humans, but Gul'dan stopped me. And now, I'm going to have that opportunity. He laughed and said, "It has been told that the skull of Ozouguldan is necessary to reopen the gates of darkness. How ironic it is that Guldan, who once rejected me, is now the key to giving me this opportunity. And that's why I chose to follow Naozu. ”

"Now, the choice is in your hands. Rejoin the Horde, or—" He raised his blood roar again, and spun around a few times, letting out a piercing shriek, like an uninterrupted elegy of blood and chaos. "We're going to kill all of you, even the babies who are still in their infancy. Now, decide. He raised his head, roared, and overwhelmed the chief in front of him with that overwhelming momentum. Behind Grom, the warriors of the warsong began to chant, stomping their feet or brandishing their weapons to reinforce their voices until the earth shook with it.

Grom licked his lips, raised the tomahawk in his hand, and looked into Taga's eyes, "What's your choice?" He yelled, "The blood roar wants to make the war song sound again. So, will it taste human blood, or will you bone-chewing orcs?"

"Why was your expression a little strange when Medivan talked about Tulayan just now?" Sitting on the griffin, Lin Yue turned his head to ask Arelia next to him.

"It's just some of the past, it's not worth mentioning. But you, why didn't you stay, those are the top of the Alliance, haven't you always wanted to know something?" said Arelia.

Lin Yue shook his head, "No, some answers must be found by yourself, seeing is believing." With that, he closed his eyes, and the atmosphere was quiet again, except for the whirring of the wind. (To be continued)