Garrosh holds Gorehowl.
This battle ax, which only the strongest Warsong Chieftain and Warsong Clan are qualified to hold, was not tame in his hands. The hot Flames of Sulfuras turned into malicious flames and burned his flesh and blood, while Mannoroth's desire to fight was also looking at the young Orcs in the ax with cold eyes.
Destroyer Even if his soul was completely destroyed, he would not allow his unquenchable fighting will to be entrusted to a weak guy.
As the "weapon spirit" of Gorehowl, it is not an easy thing to be looked at differently by this crazy guy.
But Little Hellscream doesn't care.
He wrapped his arms with his own anger to resist the burning that penetrated into his flesh and blood. Azeroth and Creation Flame were not that easy to resist. Garrosh could feel that his Lightforging flesh and blood was being ignited.
This meant that he had to fight quickly and defeat the extremely evil "Fel Orc" on the other side before he was burned to death.
Red skin, a ghost-like war cry, ugly bone spurs and those Fel lit eyes.
The opponent also has an ax in his hand, and his anger is wrapping around and igniting the battle axe. It is the power of a powerful life bursting out with fighting spirit. Although it is not an entity, it is as burning as a flame.
Doom Axe can't stand it anymore.
Therefore, Old Hellscream also had to fight quickly to complete Hellscream Family's "war inheritance" before the weapons he picked up were "melted".
The two started Charge almost at the same time.
They have been looking forward to this battle for a long time.
The two battle axes collided together, Orcs fighting each other like a wrestling match.
"That ax blow just now was so perfect."
Old Hellscream roared:
"I have nothing more to teach you. If I'm wrong, then you have to be right, you have to kill me, you have to give me peace."
Little Hellscream remained silent and just attacked blindly.
The emotions in his heart were very complicated, but his offensive did not become weak because of this.
Every punch is full of power, and every ax is full of killing intent.
The best respect for a Warrior is to go all out to Execute him, let him fall in the hottest battle, and let him die in the explosion of sword clash.
You don't even need the infusion and blessing of the Force, just use Warrior to fight to the death in the most traditional way.
Let the sharp blade dance and let the combat skills Gleam.
There was almost no transition in the fight between father and son. When blood and scars splattered, the battle of life and death quickly entered a fever pitch. And around the place where Cenarius died, when Diakum When the ball of anima left by Cenarius was packaged in Holy Light and removed, Green Skins and Mag'har Orcs also rushed up from two directions.
"Grom!"
When Orgrim saw Hellscream turn into blood-red Fel Orc, he knew what a terrible price Grom Hellscream paid to defeat Cenarius.
Great Chieftain closed his eyes in pain and clenched his fists. All the Green Skins Chieftain and Warlord around him roared to Grom Hellscream pays tribute, this man sacrificed his future to cut off the shame of the past for them, so that all Green Skins Warrior can embark on a safari to the stars without any burden.
Kargath This ruthless the Butcher even shed a few tears.
He had never been so weak in his life, but at this moment, Kargath felt that his cold heart, which was fighting for freedom in the cage and even cutting off his wrists, was touched again.
He was convinced.
He believed that in Grom's position, he would definitely not be able to be as sacrificed and decisive as this guy.
This guy is the strongest Orcs, bar none.
But the howls of wolves around him were getting closer and closer.
Azuka Blade Fury leaned on the elf sword and turned back. Sword Saint's vision allowed her to see the wolves galloping above the mountains.
Goldrinn's hunting group is coming.
Not only the ancient Scytheclaw Druid, but also the werewolves from Gilneas, Goldrinn took them past Emerald Dream to Mount Hyjal. The blood-stained Gilneas Battle Standard was lifted high, and Genn Greymane wearing armor was also roaring in the mountains.
Under the silver moon of Kalimdor, the hunting groups of Black Wolf God and White Wolf God will fight to the death.
"Orgrim."
Durotan's voice sounded from the other side, making Great Chieftain turn around and look at the sworn brother driving Dire Wolf towards him. Orgrim pushed aside Malkorok who was defending him, and also drove his own Dire Wolf forward alone.
The two of them no longer had the eagerness to hug each other when they met. Now they belonged to two camps, and it was like there was an invisible line between them that completely cut each other off.
"I won't show mercy for a while!"
Durotan said:
"I don't care where you and Green Skins will go, but before you escape, the entire Mag'har Clan will not let you go! Right here, in this land that has just been ravaged by demons, under the silver moon of this alien world."
"Not only you, but also humans, Anduin Lothar are already sharpening their knives there."
Orgrim laughed and said:
"In Arathi Highlands, he let us go because we attacked Greater Demon. He said he would not show mercy when the general account was settled, just today! Mag'har and humans will unite to kill War Horde.
Black Wolf God's Hunting Pack will also complete a life-and-death war with White Wolf God's hunting group here.
There is a high probability that we will not win, but we will not stop resisting either!"
Great Chieftain pointed at the wreckage of Abyssforged Soulsteel scattered in the center of the battlefield, and then pointed at the fang shoulder armor of Mannoroth on his body, and he said loudly:
"We owe Draenor, we owe you, and everything we owe to the world has been paid off!
From then on, Green Skins will regain the name "Orcs", and Black Pawn will tell our story in Azeroth to World Tree in Draenor. We have done everything we can.
We no longer care whether our hometown will forgive us.
Durotan, my brother.
My War Horde and I will leave here, we will go to the sea of stars, and hunt with Black Wolf God's Hunting Pack, one world after another, one journey after another, just like Eredar's ten thousand years of exile.
But they are resisting to preserve the fire, and we are resisting to survive.
I don't know how long War Horde can hold on. Maybe the last Green Skins will soon fall in the chaotic star sea dispute, but our shackles have been removed, and nothing can stop us from moving forward.
No one can!"
Orgrim stopped.
He took off his Doomhammer, put it in his hand and stroked it affectionately. Finally, he closed his eyes and threw away the warhammer wrapped in Thunder.
Not to Durotan, but to Gaiara who looked confused.
"Doomhammer is an artifact created by the elemental power of Draenor. It is part of my hometown. I, a sinner, am not qualified to take it away."
Orgrim drove Dire Wolf and turned around, he waved his hand and said:
"It is said that there was a legend on the day Doomhammer was cast. This war hammer will eventually fall into the hands of a Orcs who does not belong to the Blackrock Clan, and that Orcs will lead the clan to glory.
Maybe it's you, Gaiara, or maybe it's your brother Go'el.
It is said that all prophecies are self-fulfilling, so I leave you with this legend.
Don't disgrace my weapon! Let me hear new legends about it in the sea of stars.
That's it."
He blocked Durotan and wanted to name more moves, saying:
"Get ready to fight. The moment Hellscream decides the winner, we are going to fight. In order to respect each other, please don't show mercy. This is the last difficulty. War Horde must get through it on his own!
If we fall on the eve of dawn, it only means that we are nothing more than that."
"Ouch!"
Black Wolf God's wolf howl sounded in the valley, and along with its call, cracks opened up everywhere in Mount Hyjal, and Black Wolf Hunting Pack in the sea of stars rushed into this place of war like a rolling turbid current.
That is the huge hunting group Lycantos accumulated over ten thousand years.
Since Draenor, it has asked the wolves to start moving forward together, and today, this Black Wolf hunting group has finally gathered in the hometown of Azeroth.
Goldrinn recruited everything it could recruit, even Scytheclaw Pack was released. However, in terms of quantity, Black Wolf God occupies an absolute advantage.
It must have its own confidence if it dares to compete with Goldrinn under the silver moon in this hometown.
War Horde is the "wolf shepherd" it is looking for for its hunting group. These tough Warriors are just a member of the hunting group, not all of them. If humans, Mag'har and Goldrinn feel that they are sure of victory today, then Lycantos will tell them with facts what true numerical advantage is.
Humans also rushed over.
Lothar is still in the weak stage after World Power broke out, but he is a Paladin so he can heal himself. At this time, he is driving a huge Reindeer gifted by the elves, and the Emperor's Sword in his hand keeps making harsh sword sounds.
"You kid, listen to me!"
Emperor Thoradin's roar echoed in Lothar's ears, and he cursed:
"We are still far from the goal of 999 demons. No mercy when we fight War Horde! These guys have done a great job, and only Warrior like this is worthy of the challenge!"
"I told you, there will be a time to settle the accounts with them. Why are you anxious?"
Lothar complained:
"I really don't know how your war-mad personality managed to unify the empire back then. Did humans really rely on whoever had the biggest fist to become king three thousand years ago as you said?"
"Huh, that's how we barbarians are. In our time, a weak guy like you wouldn't even be qualified to be Warrior. Maybe you can follow that guy Meryl Winterstorm to learn magic."
Emperor Thoradin sneered and said:
"But your fiancée is not bad. She is thin and small, but she can awaken the power of Barbarian Lord. Learn more from her!"
Lothar glanced helplessly at Daenerys beside him and found that his fiancée was immersed in admiring the fighting showdown between the two generations of Hellscream.
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Her eyes were full of longing.
That was her stubbornness to become a good Warrior. Ms. Finna Goldsword beside her also made a wailing sound of surprise. It was obviously because of the powerful fighting between Orcs Warrior that High Elf Paladin also had a fighting spirit.
The leader of Lightforged Fangs, Gavinrad, focused his attention on Orcs opposite him. Bolvar Fordragon beside him moved his shoulders. The werewolves in the human camp had already felt the wild call of Goldrinn.
They will return to the hunting group and become one of them, completing a big showdown with Lycantos today.
But Bolvar is a leader after all. It thinks about more than just fighting. It pulled Lothar's horse's reins, asked him to listen to him, and reminded him:
"Goldrinn spread werewolf blessings in Gilneas for this duel. After Lycantos loses, Goldrinn will disband the hunting group. You know, it does not regard humans as its dependents, so after today, Gilneas's werewolves will also return to a free state.
Maybe you can find an opportunity to talk to King Genn.
The problem of Gilneas must be solved, Lothar, otherwise the spread of werewolf disease in Northern Borderlands will make that ghost place even more chaotic.
There are still many humans who have survived there. Khadgar said that he has discovered the problem of Dragonborn, which is also a "disease" that can spread. This situation is very dangerous.
If the humans of Northern Borderlands want to survive the ravages of demons, they must either become werewolves or Dragonborn."
Bolvar glanced at Kael'thas Sunstrider not far away, it shook its head and said:
"You have to know that werewolf disease can also infect elves! And Quel'Thalas is now accepting a large part of the human refugees from Northern Borderlands. If this goes wrong, you know how terrible the results will be."
"Hmm."
Lothar frowned and responded, Greater Demon is dead, this is an honorable thing, but the pressure in his heart increased instead of falling.
"It's time to decide the winner!"
Lothar White Pawn, who was riding a giant bear next to him, suddenly shouted, causing everyone to look at the undisturbed battlefield.
The two Orcss were bleeding profusely, and each other's battle axes left exaggerated scars on their bodies. They really went all out without letting go. Considering the father-son relationship between the two, it can be said that Warsong Clan's "Gorehowl Inheritance Rite" is indeed a bit outrageous.
But the Gorehowl in the hands of the crumbling Garrosh no longer resisted his swing as before.
This tomahawk saw the potential of Garrosh and his desire to fight from the battle between Little Hellscream and Old Hellscream. This is a younger and more promising Hellscream. Most importantly, Garrosh does not have the exaggerated desire for self-destruction of Grom.
He already has morality in his heart and has chosen his own path.
After Consecration his power for the prosperity of the Mag'har Clan, Garrosh will go to the star sea to join Light Weaver Warband in the eternal battle with the Burning Legion in the stars.
It is true that Orcs cannot live to be a thousand years old even if Lightforging is dead, but Garrosh is still very young, and he still has hundreds of years to enjoy endless wars. For a weapon like Gorehowl, it can be said that it is the most perfect ending to be held by such a person and participate in endless battles.
And Old Hellscream has become Fel Orc.
He has lived enough and hopes to be freed today. Gorehowl should also choose a new master. Among all the people present, except Black Pawn, who is more suitable than Garrosh·Hellscream?
Diakum?
He is a Holy Light Walker, and his anger always only burns for justice. Such Warrior is not pure enough.
Lothar?
Human anger is too light, and Lothar's responsibilities determine that he cannot become the brave Warrior.
"White Pawn"Varian?
Well, this guy can indeed do it!
But he already has Elven God-Sword like Saramani, and Gorehowl also has its own dignity, so it doesn't bother to compete with another weapon for its owner.
There is no one left.
No one else can hold it.
So be it.
Even Destroyer Mannoroth's desire to fight recognized the pure wildness of Garrosh. Every roar of Gorehowl began to resonate with Little Hellscream's battle cry. Even Flames of Sulfuras began to heal Little Hellscream's burns.
"Gorehowl Ritual"The winner has been decided.
"Poof"
The burning ax blade struck Doom Axe's blade, and the broken elf ax flew out with a scream, making Kael'thas cover his eyes in embarrassment and despair.
That Doom Axe was a weapon forged in Sunwell when he was doing magic experiments in the past, but now it was chopped into pieces by Orcs's weapon. It was chopped into pieces in front of so many people, and High Elf's face was almost pressed to the ground and rubbed.
If I had known that Doom Axe would take on this level of combat responsibilities today, I would have made it stronger in the magic flow of Sunwell.
Hey, lax quality control really hurts people!
The moment the weapon was released, Grom Hellscream finally showed a smile of relief from the bottom of his heart. Facing the Gorehowl slashing down diagonally, the blood-red Orcs opened his arms to meet his fate.
The sharp blade slashed down and blood splattered everywhere.
Ashbringer's power exploded, causing the golden holy flame to burn and surround him. Grom staggered and fell down, and was held in his arms by his son.
Fel is buzzing for help.
As long as Grom embraces it, he can join the ranks of Greater Demon in an instant. Twisting Nether likes this kind of war madness. It has just lost the pure Mannoroth, and now it needs to recruit strong warriors like Grom Hellscream.
But Old Hellscream rejected it without hesitation.
As he said, he has lived enough.
"Good shot, kid."
Grom looked at his son who was crying in front of him. He was burning with the holy flames and stretched out his hand tremblingly, touching Garrosh's cheek.
He whispered:
"I left you here Garadar for so long because I didn't dare to face your eyes. And your mother, I am a coward. I didn't even dare to end her painful life with my own hands, even if she begged me.
I've never been a good Warrior, son.
I spent the first half of my life escaping and the second half of my life seeking death.
Don't learn from me.
Beyond me, become the symbol of Mag'har
Ah, Gorka. You came to pick me up."
Old Hellscream's burning fingers were raised high, as if they were held together by someone who could not see clearly. Then, surrounded by the holy flame, the fingertips turned into ashes, just like a completely collapsed stone statue, turning into Ashbringer's purified fly ash in Garrosh's arms, leaving Little Hellscream's arms empty without the weight of his father.
The last person in the world with him Blood Connection is gone.
He is the only one left in this world, alone.
"Ah!!!"
Little Hellscream The painful roar echoed in this sunlit place.
He knelt there and roared to the sky, Gorehowl was beside him quietly accompanying him.
But this war cry, full of loss and despair, was like the beating of a war drum, and the roar was followed by two desolate howls of wolves.
As Durotan holds the tomahawk high, as Orgrim takes the tomahawk handed by Nazgrel, Mag'har's Orcs and War Horde's Orcs pulled out his weapon at the same time, the sky and the earth changed color, and when the silver moon of Elune was shining down, Goldrinn came in a dream and fiercely killed Lycantos who appeared from the shadows.
The roar of the giant beast represents the beginning of the hunting pack battle!
Lothar and White Pawn started Charge, Kargath and Nazgrel wielded their tomahawks, Eitrigg also brought his own tomahawk and rode on Dire Wolf.
Azuka Blade Fury emerged from the shadow, Griselda picked up Dark Hand to challenge, Rend and Maim rushed over with their own clans, but were resisted by Gavinrad's Lightforged Fangs.
In the place where Old Hellscream died, in the place where Great Demon Lord died, in the helpless gaze of Black Pawn, in the background of Diakum turning away indifferently
The mortal war has begun.