There are not many people who are capable of severely injuring an ancient dragon with a single axe, even among the strong ones in the realm of heroes.
If it’s an orc, then the range is even smaller.
Garrosh struggled to his feet and looked up into the air.
A blue claw as huge as the beam of the hall was spinning in the air, against the backdrop of blue-purple blood splattered all over the sky and flashing with arcane light, and a giant dragon with a look of fear on its face.
The ancient dragon, who had a mocking expression on his face just a mont ago, now had his features squeezed together in fear.
An adult blue dragon pounced fiercely. The green figure falling from the sky suddenly twisted his waist to make his body parallel to the ground, and the next mont, his falling montum suddenly stopped.
This change in rhythm made the adult blue dragon who was attempting a sneak attack extrely uncomfortable.
Just as the blue dragon flapped its wings to slow down its body so that it could aim at the orc again, the tall and burly figure launched an Intercept.
A mid-air lateral movent that violates the laws of physics.
A blood-red arc of axe light lit up again.
Then, the dust settled.
Another cloud of blood mist exploded.
Another blue dragon was shot down.
The Blue Dragonflight in the sky seed to be completely frightened by this scene. They let out terrified screams and flapped their wings in panic to flee at high speed.
It was not until this mont that the tall figure descended from the sky and landed heavily in front of Garrosh.
Under the influence of gravity acceleration, the figure looks like a giant and an insurmountable mountain.
Mortals can only look up.
Many middle-aged orcs recognized this great orc.
"Ah! It’s Grom Hellscream!"
"So young!"
"I heard that he surrendered to the human demigod and beca a ssenger of God, gaining eternal life."
"What a pity!"
"But he will always be the great hero of our clan and even the entire tribe!"
After a brief struggle, the orcs’ innocent minds made them unconsciously cheer for the real hero!
"Grom-Grom-Grom-"
The Warsong orcs who had managed to survive the siege of the Blue Dragonflight all beat their chests with their fists, paying tribute to their forr chieftain, the great hero who would forever stand on the tribal monunt, in the most traditional and primitive way.
Looking at the face in front of him that was both familiar and unfamiliar, Garrosh was filled with mixed emotions.
This face coincides with the father in my childhood mory.
Young, arrogant, and full of arrogance.
There is no prey that is too powerful for my father to catch.
Even the legendary powerful monster Gronn, which no clan could defeat, collapsed at his father’s feet.
That’s why he was able to inherit a great surna gloriously - Hellscream! Instead of being like those lowly laborers who were unworthy of having their own surna.
Garrosh is incredibly complex.
Once upon a ti, as a pure-blooded orc, he felt ashad because his father was the first to drink the devil’s blood.
When he learned that his father did not betray the Horde, but successfully killed Mannoroth who had deceived the entire tribe, he was once again overjoyed and proud of his father.
Later, when his father got old and could no longer fight, his feelings towards his father took another 180-degree turn.
"Why don’t you die on the battlefield before you get too old?"
"Died in a hospital bed, ridiculous? You don’t look like a great orc warrior at all!"
"You actually declared that you would beco the servant of that human demigod to repay your gratitude after your death?"
"The great orcs never need to repay favors to anyone other than orcs!"
"Hero!? Pfft——"
Nearly a year ago, the strong and healthy Garrosh was still sneering at his old and frail father who was constantly suffering from old injuries at his bedside.
Who would have thought of this day!
At this mont, at this minute and at this place!
In front of this fortress nad after the glorious ’War Song’.
The person who turned the tide and saved the Warsong Clan was not Garrosh, but his father, whom he regarded as a disgrace to the clan and even the entire tribe!
Garrosh got up from the ground, his protruding fangs still covered in dirt, his face flushed with sha.
Fortunately, as a pure-blooded orc, his brown-red skin concealed his embarrassnt.
He should have called him ’father’.
However, his past inferiority complex, coupled with the arrogant declarations he made to his elderly father before his death, made him completely at a loss as to what expression he should use to face this father who was full of legends and contradictions, and who had beco a ssenger of God to mankind after his death!
He moved his mouth for a long ti, but in the end, no word ca out.
Interestingly, Grom, as a father, also said nothing. Of course, his slightly sighing and sad look can also be translated as "son! Dad is very disappointed in you!"
Duke, who was a spectator in mid-air, found this very funny.
If this scene were accompanied by Beethoven’s "Fate" Symphony, Duke would probably lose himself in the drama and burst into laughter at the tragic music.
As a ti traveler, Duke certainly knows why the famous Garrosh is called "Insane Roar". The shit he did in the original history was simply insane.
Duke, who knows history well, does have a chance to help the idiot Hou change his fate...
The question is...why should Duke do this?
Duke had hoped to redeem Arthas and stop him from going astray. But he was blown into the void along with Karazhan. No matter how many tis he thought about it, Duke still felt that Arthas’ fall was the result of a mixture of chance and necessity.
Now the idiot roars, regardless of whether his IQ of 5 points can be saved.
First of all, as a human, Duke is not in a position to help an orc, or even help the entire tribe beco stronger. Duke would never do such a stupid thing as teaching a foreign barbarian race to stab him to death.
Secondly, the rise of pure-blooded orcs represented by Brainless Roar has beco an irreversible trend in the Horde.
Thrall couldn’t let millions of his compatriots die in Draenor. So the entry of pure-blooded orcs into Azeroth, which was larger than the total number of the Horde at that ti, certainly strengthened the population of the Horde, but also ford the most powerful impact on the existing thought of the Horde.
If there is a peaceful environnt, sufficient food and territory, and Thrall is given another twenty years to brainwash these conservative pure-bloods into accepting new things, perhaps the Horde can achieve a smooth transition.
However, the Horde, whose territory was historically twice as large as it is today, was still unable to resolve this conflict.
In this world where Duke deliberately directed the Alliance to severely squeeze the Horde’s living space, how can the Horde make a smooth transition?
Thrall was now in a very dangerous situation. As long as the pressure from the external enemies was slightly reduced, the conflicts within the Horde would inevitably erupt like a volcano.
In conclusion, Duke has seen clearly. Regardless of whether he kills the brainless roar in advance, there will be new pure-blooded orc heroes who will co out to challenge Thrall’s leadership and shake the foundation of the Horde’s rule.
Anyway, sothing bad will happen to the Horde sooner or later, so it’s better to keep the idiot around. At least Duke doesn’t have to be the clown, and he doesn’t have to do this or that trick behind Grom’s back.
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