Chapter 1585 Ashamed Garrosh

There are only a few people who have the ability to severely injure an ancient dragon with one axe, even among strong men in the heroic field.

If it's an orc, the range is even smaller.

Garrosh struggled to his feet and looked into the air.

A blue claw as huge as a beam in the hall was spinning in mid-air. In the background was blue-purple blood splashing all over the sky, flashing with arcane brilliance, and a giant dragon with a face full of fear.

The ancient dragon, who had a teasing and mocking expression just a moment ago, had all his facial features squeezed together due to fear.

An adult blue dragon became fierce and pounced over. The green figure who fell from the sky suddenly twisted his waist so that his body was parallel to the ground. The next moment, his fall suddenly stopped.

This change in rhythm made the adult blue dragon who attempted a sneak attack extremely uncomfortable.

Just as the blue dragon flapped its wings and slowed down in order to aim at the orc again, the tall and burly figure launched [Interception].

A mid-air traverse that violated the laws of physics.

A blood-red arc-shaped ax light lit up again.

After that, the dust settled.

Another mass of blood mist exploded.

Another blue dragon was shot down.

The Blue Dragon Legion in the sky seemed to be completely shocked by this scene, and they all screamed in terror, flapping their wings in panic and fleeing at high speed.

It was only then that the majestic figure descended from the sky and landed hard in front of Garrosh.

Under the acceleration of gravity, this 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!"

"very young!"

"I heard that he took refuge with the human demigods and became a divine messenger and gained eternal life."

"such a pity!"

"But he will always be the great hero of our clan and even the entire tribe!"

After a brief tangle, the orcs' simple thoughts made them cheer for the real hero unconsciously!

"Grom—Grom—Grom—"

The Warsong Orcs who were lucky enough to survive the siege of the Blue Dragon Legion all beat their chests with their fists, paying tribute in the most traditional and primitive way to their former chief, the great hero who would always stand on the tribal monument.

Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar face in front of him, Garrosh had mixed feelings.

This face coincides with the father in his childhood memories.

Young, arrogant, and full of arrogance.

There is no powerful prey that my father cannot catch.

Even the legendary monster Gron, a powerful monster that no clan could control, fell slumped at his father's feet.

That’s why he was able to inherit a great surname gloriously—Hellscream! Instead of being like those low-status hard laborers who don't deserve their own surname.

Garrosh is incredibly complex.

Once upon a time, as a pure-blooded orc, he felt ashamed because his father was the first to drink the blood of demons.

When he learned that his father did not betray the tribe, but successfully killed Mannoroth, who had deceived the entire tribe, he once again rejoiced and was proud of his father.

Later, my father got old and could no longer fight. His feelings about his father took another 180-degree turn.

"Why don't you die on the battlefield before you grow old?"

"Died ridiculously on a hospital bed? You don't look like a great orc warrior at all!"

"You actually claimed that after your death you would become a servant of that human demigod to repay your kindness?"

"A great orc never needs to repay a favor to anyone other than an orc!"

"Hero!? Bah——"

Nearly a year ago, the strong Garrosh was still in bed, scorning his old, frail father who was constantly tormented by old injuries.

Who would have thought of today!

At this moment, here and now!

In front of this fortress named 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!

Getting up from the ground, the protruding fangs were still stained with dirt, and Garrosh's face was red with shame.

Fortunately, as a pure-blooded orc, his brown-red skin hid his embarrassment.

He should have been called 'Father'.

But the low self-esteem in the past, coupled with the arrogant declaration he made to his old father before his death, made him completely unaware of what kind of expression he should use to face this father who was full of legends and contradictions, and who also became a divine messenger to mankind after his death. Father!

My mouth was squirming for a long time, but not a single word came out.

Interestingly, Grom, as a father, also remained silent. Of course, his slightly sighing and sad eyes can also be translated as 'Baby! Abba is very disappointed in you! ’.

In this regard, Duke, who was a melon-eater in mid-air, felt very happy.

If this scene were accompanied by Beethoven's "Destiny" Symphony, Duke would probably burst into laughter in an instant amid the pathos of the music.

As a time traveler, Duke certainly knows why the famous Garrosh is called "Brainless Roar". The bad things he did in the original history were simply insane.

Duke, who is familiar with history, does have the opportunity to help Brainless Howl change his life...

The question is...why should Duke do this? ?

In the past, Duke had hoped to redeem Alsace and prevent him from going astray. By chance, he was blown into the void along with Karazhan. No matter how many times he thought about it, Duke still felt that Alsace's fall was the final result of a mixture of chance and necessity.

The current idiot is yelling, regardless of whether his IQ of 5 points can still be saved.

First of all, Duke, as a human, does not have the attitude to help an orc, or even help the entire tribe become stronger. Duke would never do the stupid thing of teaching an alien barbaric race to stab himself to death with a knife.

Secondly, the rise of the pure-blood orcs represented by Brainless Roar has become an irreversible trend among the tribe.

Thrall could not have let millions of his compatriots wait to die in Draenor. The entry of pure-blooded orcs into Azeroth, which was more than the total number of people in the tribe at that time, certainly strengthened the tribe's population, and at the same time, it also had the most powerful impact on the tribe's existing ideological trend.

If there is enough food and territory in a peaceful environment, give Thrall another twenty years to brainwash this group of conservative pure-bloods to accept new things. Maybe the tribe can make a smooth transition.

However, the tribe, whose territory in history was twice as large as it is today, still cannot resolve this contradiction.

In this era when Duke premeditatedly directed the Alliance to severely squeeze the tribe's living space, how could the tribe make a smooth transition?

Thrall was now being roasted on the fire. As long as the pressure from foreign enemies weakens slightly, conflicts within the tribe will inevitably erupt like a volcano.

To sum up, Duke finally saw it clearly. Regardless of whether he kills Brainless Roar in advance or not, new pure-blooded orc heroes will come out to challenge Thrall's leadership and shake the foundation of tribal rule.

Anyway, something will happen to the tribe sooner or later, so it's better to keep the brainless and yell. At least Duke doesn't have to be the clown, and he doesn't have to do this or that little trick without telling Grom.