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If it were ten years ago, if Grommash was asked this question, he would have dismissed it, because for a real fighter, he would not spend time on boring debates.

Therefore, even if the fireworks of the human city are no matter how brilliant and prosperous, it still cannot overwhelm Grommash's inner desire for conquest and battle, because the chief of Warsong always pursues honor with action.

For Gromash, the meaning of his life is to kill for the tribe, for the Warsong clan, and crush all the enemies of the tribe.

However, when the Horde was defeated by the Alliance army, the Warchief was captured by the Alliance soldiers, and some of the clan chiefs fled, passing through the gates of this world and hiding back to their original homeland. Romash fell into confusion for a while.

What did they get in the years of war and conquest?The human kingdom was destroyed by them, but within a few years, a brand-new city stood still on top of the original ruins. The tribe’s bravery ended up just adding a blood debt to itself and the history of mankind.

The Horde did not gain anything, but lost more than in Draenor.

During that period of time, the only thing Gromash could think of was to find a human legion, fight with them on the frontal battlefield, and finally die in glory.

However, the unwillingness in the eyes of the surviving members of the Warsong clan and the longing for life made Grommash give up the idea of ​​a fight to the death. He took his tribe to hide in the mountains and forests of Tirisfal and live. Days of feasting and hungry.

For several years, the Warsong clan became weaker and weaker, while human legions, castles, and kingdoms became more and more prosperous. The small towns that could be robbed in the past turned into Gromash. Hard nails to touch.

Years of desperate running has left Grommash's heart exhausted, and coupled with the aftereffects of the power of the demon blood dissipating, he has begun to doubt whether he still has the power to lead the Warsong clan out of desperation.

The gratifying thing is that when fate blocks your path, it often gives you a new choice.

Grommash also received the news of Orgrim's "death" one day soon afterwards-after all, it was something printed on paper posted and announced by humans everywhere.

However, this news made Grommash's mood almost stagnant, and there was not much ups and downs, but a feeling of "sure enough."

No way, the Warsong clan wandered on the edge of human civilization, and also watched the human civilization grow stronger, even more prosperous than before the war, this time made Gromash doubt life.

Moreover, Orgrim was originally a prisoner. Although he escaped, death is the best way to wash away the stains on his body, so Grommash thought Orgrim died for granted.

It's just that Gromash at that time didn't know what "for the tribe" was. He just wanted to restore his "honor" wholeheartedly, and not let the compatriots of the Warsong clan die in vain.

So when he met Thrall for the first time, he didn’t understand why Orgrim would put the future of the tribe in the hands of a nasty kid. He didn’t like Thrall because Thrall was the same as Orgrim. , More like a human than an orc.

But, today, Grommash understood why Orgrim kept talking about the "tribe", he understood why Thrall’s eyes were not always full of warfare and mania, he understood, after all What is truly honorable death.

In the eyes of the orcs, he is a brave warrior, and in the eyes of the enemy, he is a cruel and ruthless executioner, but these labels and names, when Grommash’s Gorehowl roared in the sky for the last time, all belong to nothingness.

Grommash, fell, fell in front of the strongest and most unlikely enemy he had ever faced in his life, but before he fell, he had personally ended his desire and recklessness. The sin of birth.

The curse of the orc disappeared when the abyss lord's huge body was limp to the ground, and the fallen pus and blood gurgled out, and then it was fading, and Grommash's life like a candle in the wind.

Thrall smashed through the gravel with difficulty, crawled out of it, and dragged the Doomhammer upside down, limping towards Gromash, who was lying on his back on the ground with a weak breath of life.

He was not able to help too much. Shaman spells could not exert much effect in this fel-polluted area. Mannoroth’s twisting magic almost instantly used Thrall’s power. collapse.

After easily defeating Thrall's spell, Mannoroth's sturdy tail drew heavily on Thrall, making the young warchief embedded in the mountain wall like a ball.

And when Thrall climbed out of the rock pile, Mannoroth had fallen, but his respected friend, elder, and warrior were also dying at this time.

"Gromash!"

Thrall stumbled to his knees beside Grommash. He threw away the Doomhammer and tried to summon the help of the water element, but it was already polluted by the devil, and he could not feel the existence of the pure element.

"Thar..." Grommash's chest was faintly ups and downs, and his voice was no longer as strong as it used to be, and it has become weaker and more decayed than any old man Thrall has ever seen, "I... did not live up to the tribe. ..."

"You, you did a good job, Grommash, hold on, our people will be able to break through immediately!" Thrall's hand touched his face, "Listen! Don't close your eyes, you are the best in the tribe. A strong fighter!" www.mnowoxs.com

"Ahem..." Grommash curled up his mouth reluctantly, "Leave me alone...They still need you, let me lie here for a while...just for a while..."

"The curse... is over, I now... want to... lie down..."

Grommash's words stopped abruptly, and Thrall's fist was instantly clenched-Grommash's life was silent.

Thrall gritted his teeth and seemed to be full of anger and unwillingness to boil, but when he saw Mannoroth's body, these emotions receded like a tide, only a sigh reverberating in the canyon.

"May the ancestors protect your soul."

The voice of the warchief became deep and sentimental. After Orgrim, he lost a friend and elder, and the Horde lost a great fighter.

In this battle, they killed the enemy's commander and defeated the demon army, but the orcs also paid a heavy price.

"I assure you, it's all worth it."

Thrall stood up and hit his chest with his right fist. He glanced at Mannoroth's body and held the Doomhammer again. Since Grommash said he wanted to lie down for a while, let him solve the rest. After the demon, come and pick Gromash home.

At the entrance of the canyon, the warriors of the tribe are still facing the crazy impact of the demons, buying time for him and Grommash. Now, he wants to bring Grommash's will to end this battle together.

...

The demons who have lost their backbone, although they are crazy, can hardly really break through the defense line composed of the orcs. Their corpses almost weighed on a high wall of flesh and blood. However, the orcs paid a very heavy price.

The team defending several entrances to the gorge almost lost their casualties, and even one person remained in the worst case. When Thrall arrived with support, the orc warrior held his tomahawk and half-kneeled on the demon. On the mountain of corpses piled with his compatriots, he was wounded and breathing heavily.

His body buckled from exhaustion, but still exuded the momentum of a towering mountain.

The cruel demon also hesitated in front of the orc, not knowing whether to charge or retreat, and was finally surrounded by Thrall and other angry orcs.

When he walked to the orc warrior's side, Thrall could see his blood-stained face clearly, "Brocks, we are late."

Brocks grinned, but his smile touched the wound on his face, making his smile extraordinarily weird.He wanted to stand up to greet Thrall, but found that his legs had already lost his strength, and if it hadn't been for the battle axe, he might have fallen directly to the ground.

However, the surviving orc veteran had a sad look in his eyes. Thrall saw the familiar look, and his heart trembled. Of course he understood Brox’s mood. He had just experienced the same thing. .

While cleaning the battlefield, Thrall was preparing to take a team into the gorge where Mannoroth was fighting again, but just as they were about to enter the gorge, a dark green meteor flashed across the sky, Thrall's nerves trembled and hurriedly Take people to hide in a safe place.

Soon after Thrall issued the command, the dark green meteor came into close contact with the mountain wall on the side of the canyon. The rock wall on the half side collapsed quickly under the impact, and the rolling rocks fell like raindrops. Fill up the narrow road soon.

After the earthquake-like noise disappeared, Thrall hurriedly walked to the falling rocks. The falling rocks in front of him formed roadblocks tens of meters long, almost filling half of the canyon, and the original pathway was like a mountain wall!

The power of the elements here is still extremely chaotic, Thrall can't use the power of the elements to remove these stones, arbitrarily mobilizing the elements will only make the situation worse.

"Damn it!"

Thrall hit the boulder with a fist, and his fist was even imprinted in the rock, but it was impossible to shake the barrier like the moat. In such a situation, even if the manpower is mobilized at the fastest speed, there are few Don’t want to blaze a path in weeks.

The gorge is surrounded by steep walls. Except for this path, it is almost impossible to enter the deepest part of the gorge. In other words, Thrall will not be able to retrieve Gromash's body in a short time.

Thrall was very annoyed by this result. The hellfire that did not know where it fell from gave Grommash the chance to enjoy the final honor, but the hellfire is obviously buried in this pile. Under the falling rocks, it became part of the mountain range.

In the end, after trying a variety of methods, Thrall, who still could not find a way to enter the canyon, found a few stones, stood up in front of the blocked road, and carved the words.

"Tumo Canyon

The hero of the Horde, the sleeping place of Grommash Hellscream."