Gromash lit a small torch in his tent and sat down on the ground, motioning for Garrosh to sit down.

Garrosh sat down slowly. The injuries sustained in the duel may not heal for a few days, but fortunately they are all fine. "I had an advantage in that gladiatorial arena. He said, his voice unusually calm.

"Tell me about it. Gromash replied.

"Surprise attack. Garrosh put his hands on his knees. "When they saw me fall to the ground, they thought I was finished. ”

The chief snorted. This lesson should have been clear to them: the enemy must not be taken lightly until he is dead. So, how well do you know me, stranger?"

"Some. Garrosh replied cautiously.

Grommash had a bag of wine beside him. He gestured to Garrosh, who respectfully declined. The chief took a sip of the wine bag and said, "Warsong once had a history of suffering. An ogre's sweep nearly wiped us out. ”

Garrosh couldn't be more familiar with the story. The death of his mother, the rebirth of the Warsong Clan, and the beginning of the Hellroar saga. "Did your spouse die in that turmoil? It was painful to see your family members killed in battle. ”

"I don't want to talk about her. ”

His anger began to build up. Garrosh hesitated. "I've heard that Gorka was killed in battle, and that she killed several ogres to accompany her on her journey before she fell. He said.

"My clan was weak on that day. They all cowered. Gromash roared. "I have to show them what Warsong's death-defying spirit is like. Even if you fight to the point of a single soldier, you have to bite the enemy!" he said, throwing the wine bag in his hand violently.

Garrosh didn't know what to say. Apparently the story was much more complicated than what he had heard as a child. "But your spouse, she-"

"I said I didn't want to mention her. ”

What am I overlooking?, Garrosh pondered. A noble death in battle should be celebrated, even in a lost battle. Unless......

Memories of Garrosh's childhood began to slip through his mind. Every day was spent in guilt and pathos, and he thought the name he was carrying was cursed. It doesn't seem to be that different from each other.

"I can understand how you feel. Garrosh said cautiously. "My father, before he died, buried his tomahawk deep in the chest of the enemy. His death was honorable, but the path he had taken was paved with humiliation. This qiē was all just because of a bad decision. I hated him for a long time, but it was all a waste of energy. The loss of your spouse and the weakness of your clan may make your heart ache, but the son she gave birth to you—"

"Son? She didn't give it to her son. ”

Gromash stared into Garrosh's eyes as if digging into his thoughts. Garrosh didn't blink at all, but said, "I see." ”

Kenoz. Garrosh felt the muscles in his cheeks twitch. I wasn't born into this world at all. Gromash never became a father. Could this be what the bronze dragon called "the most perfect point in time?"

Garrosh rearranged his thoughts. It's time to tell him why I'm here. "But I want to ask you, Hellroar Chieftain......"

“...... If you could go back in time and save her, would you?" asked the stranger. "At least I will. My father had a noble heart. If not going astray, his exploits would have been even greater. Maybe Gorka also deserves a second chance. ”

Grommash's face became even more ugly. "I don't want to hear you mention her name again if you can't take me back in time. He said. Gorka - a name he hadn't said for a long time. How did this stranger know?

Another orc reached behind his back. "I can't help you go back in time, but I can help you see the future. He took out a cloth bag from behind his back and opened it. Inside was a fragment of an hourglass. He placed the pieces between the two men. You can see how to avoid mistakes that you will regret for the rest of your life. ”

Gromash didn't touch it. "You've been carrying it all the time?"

"Yes, Hellroar Chieftain. ”

Such a sharp shard was lethal enough that he hadn't even used it even when he was attacked by four orcs in turn? "What the hell is this?"

The stranger smiled. A friend called this ...... A flicker in space-time. He thought the piece was too sharp, and he handed it to me. He tapped it with his knuckles, and the sound was as pleasant as music. "This thing will prove what I say. ”

"Then let's hear it. ”

"What I'm going to say is a weapon. The stranger's eyes sparkled.

Gromash listened quietly. Strangers call weapons that gather the power of magic, and this "magic bomb" can wipe out an entire clan in an instant.

"There is indeed such a weapon as zài. The stranger said.

He goes on to describe other unbelievable weapons. Devices made of metal and gunpowder can blast through rocks, rotating blades can shred enemies at the touch of a button, and siege weapons can be deployed on land or sea. "These weapons are really there. ”

"But I've never seen these weapons. Gromash said.

"You haven't seen it yet. The stranger replied. "But I can teach you how to make them, how to use them, and how the enemy will defend against them. But Warsong Clan alone can't complete these weapons, you'll need the resources and technology of other clans. ”

Gromarsh's eyes narrowed. "I'd rather not use those weapons than put them in the hands of other clans against us. "Warsong and an alliance with other clans won't end well for everyone. He gestured out of the tent. "We have the richest land in Nagrand, with plenty of food and game to keep us alive for years. No clan dared to challenge us, for they knew they would pay a terrible price for it. ”

"That's how the Warsong Clan lives now, and they stop at complacency, don't they want to achieve more?" the stranger snorted.

The words were like sharp blades, but Gromash was not angry. "The pursuit of greater achievement has nothing to do with the need for your bizarre weapons. ”

"Indeed, but you don't need to worry about other clans. They dare not come and disobey you, hell roars. The flame of the torch flickered in the eyes of strangers. "You need these weapons to deal with a common enemy. ”

"Who?, Draenei?" he laughed. "Are you Gul'dan's subordinate? "Gul'dan had privately asked to see the Hellroar, and of course the chiefs of the other clans. He claims to have found a new power that is hundreds of times more powerful than shamanic sorcery, and he says that this power is the key to defeating the Draenei. Gromash didn't think the blue-skinned creatures had anything to fear, but Gul'dan's foretold future was a little unsettling. "Are these his secret powers, were you sent by him to build these weapons?"

"No, Hellroar Chieftain. I've never met Gul'dan......"

“...... But my weapon can stop him. Garrosh said categorically.

The flames on the torch sizzled. Garrosh could see the suspicion in his father's eyes. Not to Gul'dan, but to Garrosh.

"What is the purpose of stopping Gul'dan?"

"Stop him from convincing you and the other orcs to become slaves. Garrosh said. "Gul'dan will provoke a war that the orcs cannot win alone. He will bring all the clans together and offer them a gift that will allow them to win. Wait until that day—"

Gromash interrupted. "What kind of gift?"

"On that day, Hellroar Chief, you will be the first to accept that gift. It's not because you're weak, it's because you don't want other orcs to take the risk. Garrosh's words grew louder and louder. "This gift will bury your qiē. Your mind, your mind, your will...... will all be controlled by the new master who is hiding behind the scenes. My father fell for the same thing. I'm here to avoid the same fate as you. ”

Grommash raised an eyebrow. "If what you say is true. He said. Apparently Hellroar was still skeptical. "Then I don't need your new weapon at all. The existing weapons are enough to dig out Gul'dan's heart. Let him die a happy death. ”

This way of dying is too cheap, this traitor. "Gul'dan is just a lackey. Kill him, and his master will naturally find out the second one. It could be years before you, me, and anyone who remembers it is gone. Garrosh replied. "They have a long memory, and they know how to wait. We must not give them a chance to make a comeback. We lure them out, expose them to broad daylight, and then destroy them!"

Gromash breathed a sigh of relief. "Your threats are baseless, stranger. I am destined to be deceived by an enemy I know of, to get an unimaginable power from him, and then the only way to avoid this fate is to use a weapon I have never seen before?" He couldn't help but shake his head. "How the hell are you going to prove this piece to me?" he said, glancing at the arc-shaped piece between the two of them.

Garrosh nodded. "Indeed, Chief. ”

"How?"

Garrosh himself didn't know. In fact, what he did was just speculation, but there was enough evidence. Growing up in the shattered city of Draenor, he once visited a sacred place. There, you can get guidance and answers by meeting the deities. But they hadn't answered him for years.

It wasn't until after Thrall's arrival that the gods told Garrosh the story of his father's redemption of himself. That day he embarked on a new journey.

"I want you to take this piece to the Prophecy Stone. Garrosh said. "The gods of Nagrand have changed my fate. I'm sure you'll be inspired there, too. ”

Gromash scratched his chin. The Stone of Prophecy.

Many shamans from different clans have made pilgrimages there, but few have received answers from the gods there. Only those who have a heart of thunder and lightning in their hearts can find guidance in the storm of fate. As the old saying goes, it goes. Gromash had seen the shaman elders guarding there, but had never visited the place himself. He believes he is in control of his own destiny rather than trying to see what the future holds.

But the stranger said that the gods had guided him. Interesting. "And you're a shaman?" asked Grommash.

"It's not. ”

"And you can communicate with the elementals?" he asked.

"No, Hellroar Chieftain. But I'm sure I can help you. The stranger replied.

"And why?"

"The fate of all living beings living in this world is in your hands, not just the orcs. element will respond to our request. ”

"And what if they weren't?" asked Gromarsh.

Without hesitation, the stranger said, "Then please cut off my head." It's no longer useful to me. ”

Gromash slowly raised his blood roar and rested his blade on the stranger's neck. Garrosh's eyes didn't blink. "Stranger, do you know the consequences of that?" said Grommash.

“Lok-tarogar。 If I can't convince you, then my life will be meaningless. ”

Gromash laid down his axe and fell into deep thought. The stranger was an unsolved mystery, and Grommash began to have a myriad of questions in his head, but none of them were spoken. These questions can be put to a later date.

What really matters?

Fate, enslavement, honor, will?

Weak.

Gromash closed his eyes. Weakness, that's the key. The handcuffed stranger proved that he had a hellish roaring heart by defeating four Warsong warriors, and he came here to admonish himself and was willing to gamble with his life.

In order to know the truth, he was willing to give this stranger a little more patience. The Warsong Clan must no longer bow to weakness.

If you have an ogre's head, even a warsong heart won't help. Grommash remembers this lesson very well. He had blindly provoked a battle that he could not win in order to prove his will. And a secret enemy has long set a trap for his recklessness.

Gromash opened his eyes and said, "I'll travel with you to the Prophecy Stone, stranger. and oversee the promises you have made to me. ”

The other orc looked relieved. "I'm honored. ”

The chief glanced at the bruises and scars on the stranger's body. "Do you have the strength to go on the road?"

"I'm fine. ”

Gromash stood up. He glanced out of the tent, where the first rays of sunlight were already shining through the horizon. "The Prophecy Stone is not very far away, and we have a lot more to discuss. If this threat is true, how can I convince the other clans? no one outside of the Warsong clan loves me, stranger. ”

Another orc also stood up. "But at least they respect you, and you're going to give them the good, and the loot beyond imagination......"

Together, they stepped into the dawn of dawn, and a smile tugged at the corners of the stranger's mouth. (To be continued.) )