Chapter 181: Grommash's Farewell (End of Volume 2)

Grommash in Nagrand, unlike the previous great victories, everyone was very silent after the victory of the Horde army. The city was no longer noisy, as if it was covered by dark clouds. They stared at Grommash's palace.

After the battle of Tanaan Jungle, Tanaan Jungle was no longer suitable for human habitation. The shamans called it Hellfire Peninsula. The corpses of soldiers who died in the hands of demons were piled up in the jungle. Some crazy soldiers who were completely corroded by the evil energy were still wandering around with broken swords. No scavengers rushed to the scene to clean up the scars left by the orc war in the first time, and there was no wolf howling in the jungle. They were all dead.

Faced with such a scene, Nergal had to announce the withdrawal of troops, withdrawing the troops to the border of Talador and Gorgrond, and then sent troops and shamans to defend to prevent the collapsed Hellfire Peninsula from affecting other areas.

And he himself took him back to Nagrand according to Grommash's request.

"Eight years ago, when I heard you say you would help me wipe out Highmaul, I thought you were talking big. But eight years have passed, and Nagrand seems to have not changed. There is still a powerful force that dominates the order here, but the situation of the orcs is completely different." Grommash leaned on the throne with the ogre skull, feeling a lot of emotion.

Nergo stared at Grommash. He is now on his last legs. He also knows the purpose of his summoning him this time. Everyone knows that the new warchief will be crowned here.

"If you tell me eight years ago that there is an orc who will become the strongest shaman among the orcs and can resist Kil'jaeden's invasion, I will be shocked and think it is just a joke of the bard."

"Yes, these years have given me the feeling of a false dream. I have changed from a clan chief to the master of the world. Highmaul, Gul'dan, and the arakkoa, we have defeated too many people, but all this makes me feel that I have reached my limit."

Limit?

Nergo smiled. He was not sad. Instead, he chatted like they always did. "How can you have a limit? There is no upper limit to human limits. You will make yourself better and better over time, and your limits will also become larger and larger. All of this will change. Otherwise, what is the difference between us and clay dolls?"

"You are right." Grommash coughed and smiled. "It's a pity that I can't see that day."

He sighed a little: "But you are different. My limit can no longer increase, but you are far from reaching it. At least I can't see your limit clearly."

"If you didn't..." Nergo didn't finish his words, but Grommash knew what he meant.

Grommash smiled and spit out a mouthful of blood. He stopped Nergo who wanted to move forward and wiped his mouth with his only remaining arm.

"I know that you have always been more like the chief of the tribe than I am. You have united the clan and charged into battle. You have done almost everything, but I can only let you be my deputy.

But at that time, my heart told me that the tribe had reached the most critical moment, and someone must sacrifice himself for the survival of the tribe. At this time, I can't let you take the limelight anymore."

"The tribe needs me, but it needs you more. There are many warriors in the tribe who can charge into battle, but you may be the only shaman who can guide the tribe forward." Grommash held Nergo's hand, "My death is inevitable, but I am still confused about the future of the tribe. Can you let me, a dying person, take the answer with me?"

"Tanaan Jungle, now the Hellfire Peninsula, the demonic power above is constantly causing the ground to collapse If it collapses, it will affect other areas one day. The habitable land in our world will become less and less. I asked Velen, and he said that with our current materials, we can't build a spaceship that can accommodate the tribe's immigrants. "

Like a question and answer question, Nergo quickly gave Grommash a feasible answer: "I know, not only me, but Kil'jaeden also knows, so he prepared a way for me."

Nergo took out the blueprint, the scroll left by Kil'jaeden's incarnation before his death, "It records the construction method of a portal. He called it the Dark Portal. Through the Skull of Gul'dan and the Apexis Crystal, we can go to another world. He also gave us the coordinates of a world. "

"He wants to use us." Grommash was sure that the demons would not be so kind.

Nergo also knew, but as Kil'jaeden thought, they had no choice. For a long time, Kil'jaeden has been called a deceiver by mortals, but this does not mean that he has no power, but his brain is more terrifying than the power of exploding stars at will.

Kil'jaeden or the Burning Legion's strategic intention is to use the orcs to reduce the resistance of the mortals in Azeroth, so as to make up for the shortcoming of not being able to deploy demons on a large scale to disintegrate the resistance of Azeroth.

So they bewitched Gul'dan, hoping to use this to use the orcs.

But now Gul'dan has failed, and the action of feeding the tribe with demon blood is no longer realistic, so Kil'jaeden deliberately destroyed Tanaan Jungle and let it gradually affect the entire planet.

He wants to force the orcs to abandon Draenor, let them realize that this place is not suitable for survival, and then invade Azeroth according to his drawings and coordinates.

He never worried that the tribe would coexist peacefully with the mortals in Azeroth. The mortals there have a kind of arrogance in their bones, and the tribe is full of wildness in their blood. When they come to Azeroth, they will inevitably conflict with them.

Grommash thought for a while and then said: "Just have your own ideas. No matter what, you will become the next chief of the tribe, and I will believe that you will bring prosperity to the tribe."

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"But I'm still a little worried." Grommash said: "There are many people in the tribe who are not keen on conquest, like the Draenei and Frostwolf clan. If your war in the new world arouses their dissatisfaction, The tribe may be in danger of civil war."

"You are worrying too much." Nergo said: "For their weakness, I have a way to force them to follow the tribe and get on the chariot."

Tarongor's participation in the Auchenai purge gave him a new understanding of the draenei.

Among the young people of the draenei, many people do not understand why they are hiding around and are dissatisfied with the current situation. They worship the Burning Legion and hope to become eredar, the nobles of demons.

And if the Draenei can do this, what about the Frostwolf clan? Through ideological education and transformation, these people will eventually support or acquiesce in the tribal behavior.

And when the tribal war is overwhelming and brings benefits to everyone, they will be more enthusiastic about the tribal war than others.

After a few more questions, Grommash thought for a while, but found that he had nothing to ask.

So he said to Nergo: "Yes, yes, you are very independent and the plan you mentioned is feasible."

Cough cough cough.

There was another cough, and Grommash picked up a bottle of wine and said, "Here, kid, let's drink again."

"You're so seriously injured, why do you still need to drink?" Nergo frowned.

"I can feel that I am going to die. The ancestors are calling me. Even if I find shamans and doctors, they can't cure me. If this is the case, why not let me drink wine and die drunk?" General Grommash said He drank the wine in one gulp, as if he was not the one who was seriously injured, but someone else.

Yes, he is already like this, should we still set restrictions for him?

Nelgo imitated him and drank heavily. His mood suddenly became heavy. In his experience, Grommash was not just a monarch, but more like a friend. They fought together and ate meat together. Enjoy the future together...

But now he is dying.

Nergo took out a bag of wine and two wine glasses from his arms. After filling a glass, he handed it to Grommash.

"This is the Blackstone Clan's wine, stronger than ours."

"Really? Then I want to have a good taste."

Grommash smiled boldly and drank it all in one gulp. He said: "That's it, my life is about to end. From birth to death, in more than 30 years of life, I have conquered east and west and defeated powerful enemies. I have seen the style of tribal coalitions and experienced command. With an army of one hundred thousand, I consider myself to be no inferior to any of my ancestors. When I die, I will still show off my achievements in front of my ancestors."

"You are a great chief." Nergo couldn't help but feel a little sad. "Even in the world of death, you will become the most outstanding Grommash."

"Oh? Do you still know about the world of the dead?" Grommash felt the vitality flowing out of his body. Those evil energies were destroying his soul all the time. He motioned for Nergo to continue.

Where to start when talking about the death of the Warcraft universe? The Shadowlands, of course.

So Nergo told him the origin of the Shadow Realm, including the creation of the universe by the Firstborn, "In the Shadow Realm, there are several Eternals, and they created countless kingdoms to accommodate the dead. After everyone dies, they will Meeting there, including Maldraxxus..."

They chatted a lot, and Grommash laughed and said that he would wait for him in Maldraxxus. By the time the Horde's army points directly at the Shadow Realm, he might have become the new Marquis of Maldraxxus. .

Then there is the history of the orcs. Nergo told him the history of the orcs in the original universe as if telling a story. Grommash smiled and said to Nergo as if he was listening to a story: "We drink the blood of the devil and then Killing in Shattrath? Can you defeat Velen just by drinking the blood of those demons?”

Grommash shook his head, thinking that what Nergo said was nonsense.

Isn't this just a made-up story? And it’s nowhere near as fascinating as the story of Shadowlands.

Grommash didn't believe it.

Nergo also knew that he would not believe it.

But Nergo went on, pretending he was making up a story.

"Then just listen to it as a story. After the Horde's expedition to Azeroth failed, most of the orcs were imprisoned in shelters by human kings, and you and the Warsong clan are one of the exceptions. You are entrenched in the wild. , until he later followed the Son of Durotan to rescue the orcs from the shelter of the human kingdom.

Then, Durotan's son Go'el brought a new tribe to another continent in the west, and you came to Ashenvale as a pioneer.

Go'el sent you to log wood in Ashenvale, but you were attacked by the natives. Without any conversation, the natives called night elves began to attack the Warsong clan.

There are many of them, and there are demigods participating in the battle. When defeat seems to be doomed, for the survival of your tribe, you drink the blood of demons again and sweep across the Ashen Valley.

You killed their demigod with your own hands, only to fall into darkness again.

Until Go'ir discovered you, he rescued you from the darkness. Feeling shame, you decided to kill Maronos with your own hands. In that battle, your battle ax cut into the chest of the abyss lord, but his explosion also caused You die with him.

From then on, the valley was called the Demon-Slaying Valley, and the people of the tribe held festivals to commemorate your sacrifice.

You are a hero, you established the powerful Warsong Clan, and you have tens of thousands of powerful troops. Until Garrosh became the warchief, this was still the most precious legacy you left to him. The wolf cavalry of the Warsong Clan was praised everywhere. The era you have experienced is the greatest and most glorious era after the tribe was rebuilt. After you, no orc from the Hellscream family has your grace. They are all inferior to you, not even Garrosh. "

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Grommash's eyes gradually brightened, and the corners of his mouth kept turning up. He began to like this story, except, of course, the part about drinking the demon's blood.

"Any more?"

Grommash wanted to listen for a while longer, so he asked what would happen after his death.

Nergo was silent for a while: "Of course, the story of the tribe is not over yet, but those are not good things, so I don't want to tell you."

Grommash adjusted his breathing, with a look of relief on his face, "You said that those who come after me are not as good as me. The first half of the tribe's story seems to confirm the tribe's troubles, so I can say it with confidence. Well, I was already prepared."

Nergo said in a low voice: "Not long after your death, Garrosh came to Azeroth. In the new world, he changed from feeling ashamed that you took the lead in drinking the demon's blood to being extremely proud of learning about your heroic deeds. , he became the king of the tribe, inherited your legacy, and eventually became the chief."

Not a bad story.

"But Garrosh was too rough. He treated non-orcs like slaves and cannon fodder. He started wars everywhere and made enemies. He was childless for the rest of his life. After the battle in Orgrimmar, the tribe was conquered by the Alliance and the rebels, and a large number of elite orcs died in it. In that battle, the tribe went from prosperity to decline.

But he did not die. The bronze dragon took him across the world. Just like Sylvanas, he found you and helped you become the warchief. The new Iron Horde returned to Azeroth, but Defeated again.

He died at the hands of Go'el, and the Hellscream family was extinct. "

Grommash still kept smiling, but there was a tear in the corner of his eye. He rarely cried. Until now, he still asked Nergo, "It sounds like your deeds. I am more and more convinced that you made it up." It’s a story, it’s true, it’s so fabricated that it makes me, a dying person, die with tears.”

He didn't care on the surface, but his heart was already in turmoil. Nergo was a shaman and a prophet, and what he said was also reality.

At least in the original world, this is how things would develop.

"What about the tribes in that world? What will happen?"

"The city that will never fall has fallen repeatedly. There are only clowns under the city of steel warriors, but at least the tribe has peace."

"No, this is not the ending that the tribe should have! Peace? Peace is not something that should be prepared for a tribe that is on the rise. There is no war to expand the territory. What is the difference between peace and waiting for death?"

Grommash was a little annoyed. He felt a little difficult to breathe and let the breeze outside the window ruffle his long hair.

Finally, Grommash lay on the throne and murmured: "I seem to have seen my ancestors, but they actually have two wings."

"That's an angel, a chief. In the mythology of a race, outstanding kings will be taken to heaven by angels after death."

Nergo felt his despair, and the corners of his eyes were moist.

Grommash looked at him with difficulty, "But I am a warrior. Shouldn't my destiny after death be to go to Maldraxxus?"

"That's your paradise."

Yes, even Maldraxxus was led by Kyrian, the angel of the Warcraft universe.

"I see, then let me go and see what the warrior's paradise is like, Nergo, take care of Garrosh and the tribe for me, and don't let the tribe perish like in the story..."

Grommash lowered his head. Perhaps he no longer had the energy to raise his head again.

He smiled and died smiling.

As Gryen flew through the sky, the great chief of the tribe followed them to the Shadow Realm, the paradise he imagined.

There is no moment of time that is quieter than now, and there is no moment of time when the sun is brighter than now.

Everyone who was waiting at the door for the results naturally understood one thing.

The warchief of the Horde, Grommash, died in his palace three years before the Dark Portal.

Before his death, Kyrian appeared and led Grommash to fly into the sky and into heaven at night.

This was the epitaph Nergo wrote for him. Nergo stood up and walked slowly to the door.

He looked around at everyone and said loudly:

"The warchief of the Horde, the head of the Hellscream family, and the king of all the lands on earth.

He has gone to the world of the dead, and before his death he passed me the title of Warchief.

A new era has begun. "