Garrosh·Hellscream stayed next to his "ancestral grave", staring at Highmaul floating above the clouds not far away with a helpless and contradictory look.
He didn't know what those Ogress were doing, but what was certain was that part of Warlord Margok's "conspiracy" must have come true.
As a young Orcs, Garrosh with a very old-school style, he will always suspect that those Ogres are secretly engaging in some conspiracy that is harmful to the tribe, and you can't blame them either. He has persecution paranoia, mainly because in those Orcs legends that Little Hellscream heard when he was a child, Ogres always appeared as a "big villain".
What's more, in the history of Draenor, before Draenei appeared, the feud between Orcs and Ogres was one of the main themes of this world.
Mar'gok is a very dangerous opponent!
Little Hellscream, who was leaning next to his father's tombstone and thinking with a piece of dogtail grass in his mouth, thought that if Orcs and Ogres were to go to war again in the future, he must come up with a plan to kill the cunning Ogre Warlord in the shortest possible time.
However, the current degree of polishing of his strength is obviously not enough for him to have full confidence in winning against Mar'gok in a one-on-one duel.
Ogre Warlord had good luck with Azeroth, and its training with the Nathrezim Academy allowed it to master many dangerous spells that far exceeded the magic level of Draenor. If you want to get rid of it in the decapitation operation, you must come up with a more perfect plan.
Little Hellscream squinted his eyes and thought and deduced in his mind, and finally he thought of Quel'Thalas's unique "Spellbreaker" unit.
In the previous demon war, Little Hellscream fought with Spellbreaker several times.
He was deeply impressed by those special Warriors who wore heavy armor and held spell-breaking double-edged swords and heavy shields. The Spellbreakers who could see magic threads with the naked eye and used secret techniques to easily create the "forbidden magic" effect were the natural enemies of all spellcasters.
If you can cultivate a batch of Spellbreaker belonging to Orcs among the Mag'har Clan, then you may have a chance to take an absolute advantage in the Ogres war that may break out.
Of course, Little Hellscream also knows that his worries are unfounded.
Based on the current situation in the Draenor world, there is a high probability that Orcs and Ogres will never have a large-scale war again.
They were transferred to Azeroth Starfield. Although they are still independent individuals, because "The Merciless" K'aresh is sleeping in the center of Draenor, everything that happened in Azeroth World will most likely happen again in Draenor.
In other words, maybe in the future, Ogres and Orcs will become the backbone of "Draenor Saviors". Once that happens, he and Mar'gok will become comrades who need to trust each other.
But he knows that as an outstanding Warrior and Little Hellscream who has "becoming the strongest Warrior in the Star Sea" as his life goal, he must regard every strong person he sees as his imaginary enemy.
Little Hellscream also simulated a battle between himself and Diakum the Saint.
Of course it is not the current Lord of Dawn, but the Orcs fanatical Vigilant during the war, but the results of every deduction are disappointing.
Even though Little Hellscream, with the multiple blessings of Heart of Fury, Lightforged Body and Gorehowl battle axes, has touched the edge of a demigod, he has to admit that he cannot be the opponent of the fanatical Vigilant back then.
The opponent is ahead of him in terms of combat skills and combat experience.
What matters most is the blessing of the Force.
This is obviously the shortcoming of Little Hellscream.
After all, as Warrior, it is difficult for him to be clearly related to a certain force, but Little Hellscream also had his own adventures in Azeroth. He once had a brief conversation with Nightsworn. From Ms. Tyrande, he knew that the Warrior profession is a derivative of Life Force.
Therefore, if you want to pursue the blessings of the Force, you must seek the morality of life.
In this regard, Vigilant is your best teacher
"Ah, another afternoon wasted."
Little Hellscream sighed, turned around and patted his father's tombstone and said:
"You still don't plan to see me, okay. Maybe it's because my growth cannot satisfy you. I won't come again in the next few days. Ms. Matron Geyah and Draka are convening Mag'har Orcs to go to Garadar for discussion.
The war is about to begin again.
But this time it is not because of hatred. We promised Eredar that when they started their own Restoration War, the children of Draenor would follow them on the land of Argus.
We have confirmed that Aggramar, who once made strong interference to our world and was hated by the wild will of life, is there. For our world, for our oaths, and to completely defeat the devil, we must go to Argus and complete this epic war.
I heard that Night Warrior of Life Force will also participate in the war. This may be an opportunity for me to better understand the morality of life.
Wait until I come back victorious
When I come back stronger, I will come again and wait to see you again.
I have many combat-level questions to ask you.
As a relative, I also have many things on my mind that I would like to seek your opinion on. After all, according to the legend of the older generation Orcs, you seemed to be highly sought after by women back then."
Speaking of this, Little Hellscream sighed with some pain and said:
"I have to get some experience from you, Dad, how should I make a choice between Gaiara and Griselda?
They are all very powerful Warrior, and they are also very outstanding women, just like the love of Ms. Durotan Chieftain and Draka, I believe that each of them can add a lot of light to my life.
But the problem is.
Ah, bad fate."
Little Hellscream rubbed his brows, feeling a little embarrassed and thinking about the damn drunken scene he, Gaiara and Griselda had while Quilboar and Razorfen Hold were resting after the previous victory in the Demon War.
There is also the nosy Life Titan Eonar. The Tides of Life she applied to Azeroth obviously has an "aphrodisiac" effect.
This was originally a reproduction requirement to help the world survive the crisis of loss, but it caused great harm to Garrosh, who was passing by Azeroth.
After that terrifying and crazy night, after the three people woke up the next morning, they maintained a rather outrageous tacit understanding and would not take the initiative to talk about it.
But it was a thorn that always made Little Hellscream uneasy.
In fact, from the perspective of life background, Little Hellscream is a very innocent Orcs. He never thought that one day he would fall into such a damn "love triangle".
What's even more frightening is that because the three people completed the fatal drunken sex during the period imposed by Tides of Life, Little Hellscream is worried that he will suddenly have two or more sons or daughters after a period of time.
The problem is that he has just grown up, and because his father's role has been missing since he was a child, Little Hellscream is full of resistance to these things. He knows that he is not ready to be a father at all.
He also believes that Gaiara and Griselda are definitely not ready to be mothers.
But fate is so unpredictable
Little Hellscream, who was troubled by this matter, had almost no intention of practicing martial arts, and because of its private and shameful nature, he couldn't even find anyone to talk to.
He could only come to the Hellscream Family's ancestral land and try to find his father's Ancestral Spirit here.
Maldraxxus's Death Marquis Blackhand clearly told him that his father was very likely to become a member of Ancestral Spirit. However, the problem was that Little Hellscream was not a Shaman. He did not have the secret method to call Ancestral Spirit, so he could only come here to try his luck.
In fact, it's more of an escape.
If this was a war, then Garrosh might have been a deserter for the first time.
It's not his fault,
The main reason is that this is not a conflict or dispute that can be resolved with sharp blades and battle axes, and it is not a battle mode that Little Hellscream is familiar with at all. He doesn't even know how to face the two women Warrior who he once regarded as close comrades.
There were a few days when Little Hellscream, who wanted to drink to drown his sorrows, even felt like a real bad person.
Neither can I be single-minded nor dare to take responsibility afterwards.
He was even depressed.
"Garrosh, I knew I could find you here."
Yorin Death-Eye's shouts rang from high in the sky, causing Garrosh, who was chattering about his inner distress to his father's tombstone, to raise his head.
His good comrade Jorin drove an enslaved armored magic bat down from a high altitude in a circle. This ferocious monster was his previous trophy in the demon war, but Jorin was actually not satisfied with this ferocious magic bat.
The mounts that the ambitious Blood Ring Warlock really longs for are those rare Fel Hounds that have wings of shadow or flames.
Those demonic beasts that are full of potential and can even grow into demigods are the vehicles and combat servants that Yorin Death-Eye wants. He is an ideal Warlock, and he has learned many void secrets from Shadewalker Cult, so he no longer sticks to enslaving ordinary demons to fight.
In Jorin's words, if he only cares about combat effectiveness, wouldn't it be more convenient to go to Shadow Chasing Swarm and contract a Warrior Bug or Thunder Beast?
To be a high-quality Warlock with ideals, taste and style, you must pursue perfection in all aspects. For example, all demon pets you enslave must be unique and full of powerful potential.
If not, how can we demonstrate Mag'har Orcs's talent in the Warlock way?
You know, "fashion value" is the first criterion for many young people to choose a career!
"What's going on with you these days?"
Jorin jumped down from the big magic bat, holding a Warlock cane made from the spine of Eredun, and put his most proud Youth Version Skull of Gul'dan is hung on his waist, and he uses a chain to wrap a book of "Shadow Chasing Grimoire" as his spell-casting prop. Although he is very young, he already has the demeanor of a "Warlock master".
He dragged his leg that was worn out in the war and replaced with a Lightforging prosthetic leg, stepped forward and beat Garrosh's chest, and said:
"Dranosh told me that you haven't gone to Vahalor's training ground in the past few days. Samuro, who promised to help you polish your combat skills, is very dissatisfied. He claims that you are wasting your precious talent and time.
If you miss a few more Burning Blade Clan trainings, I'm afraid Samuro will hold a Sword Saint conference and expel you from your Sword Saint title.
And"
As a spell caster, Jorin's perception is very keen. He walked around Little Hellscream's chaotic aura a few times and said suspiciously:
"You guys are obviously trapped in the terrible Mental Attrition. Have you encountered something? We are all close friends, but you are still hiding it from me? We brothers have suffered death and death at the hands of the devil several times. Isn't this kind of friendship worthy of your trust?"
"No, I. Alas."
Little Hellscream squatted down beside his father's tombstone in depression, and even took out a dwarf pipe and put it in his mouth, which made Jorin's eyes widen.
The enjoyment of tobacco will damage the heart and lung function. The outstanding Warrior will not allow himself to indulge in this kind of enjoyment that damages the body function. Garrosh once demanded himself with the strictest standards, even if his Lightforged Body and Heart of Fury allows him to ignore the losses caused by such enjoyment. Although the powerful Warrior over at Azeroth will enjoy tobacco to calm down the mental instability caused by anger as soon as possible, Little Hellscream never touches these things.
Why is it that after not seeing each other for half a month, his good brother is so decadent?
Now Jorin really felt that the problem was serious.
He leaned over and asked continuously, and swore by his clan that he would not reveal the secrets of Garrosh. After asking various questions and using some "little tricks in the void", Little Hellscream reluctantly revealed the troubles in his heart.
Although Jorin was mentally prepared for it, he couldn't help but stamp his feet after hearing Little Hellscream's exaggerated "relationship history".
He cursed:
"Gaiara is Frostwolf Daughter. Although Durotan Chieftain died on the battlefield, he was resurrected by Blackhand. If Now he is the Baron of Death of Maldraxxus, and Ms. Draka is the hero of Orcs, temporarily taking the position of Mag'har Great Chieftain.
If you bully someone else's daughter, be careful if Death Knight comes to seek revenge.
And Griselda
Are you crazy?
Why provoke her?
That woman is a madman with a terrifying desire for power. She does not lack wisdom. She will definitely use this matter to blackmail you into becoming a member of her faction in the future.
Oh my god, Draenor The two most difficult women to deal with now have physical contact with you. No wonder you have fallen like this. Anyone who comes here would be tossing and turning.
You are really awesome and unlucky. My brother, if I had known that something like this would happen that night, I should have left you at Ratchet to recuperate. Although Goblin's place is a bit noisy, at least you won't lose your virginity."
"Stop making sarcastic remarks."
Little Hellscream puffed out a smoke ring in pain and said:
"Can you make up your mind? Just shut up if you can't! I'm troubled now. I had a nightmare last night. I dreamed that Griselda brought three children to block my door, and I was in Gaiara's bed at the time.
Blanch!"
"Uh"
Jorin Can you have any ideas?
This lame Warlock has never had sex with anyone yet.
But as we all know, the more inexperienced boys are, the more they like to express their outrageous opinions on such matters.
Jorin is worthy of being a spell caster, and his ability to associate is extremely strong. He sorted out his words and said to Little Hellscream:
"I don't think this is a problem. You don't have to choose one of the two. You see, we won't talk about the distant ones, just what happened around us.
Vigilant!
Right, people have a lot of fun.
Not to mention Archbishop Nali, Twins is a sister. She has maintained an abnormal relationship with three ladies all year round, and it did not delay her ascension to godhood.
And these things are still being talked about in Azeroth.
I heard that there was an elf bard who didn't take it too seriously and wrote poems specifically for this, uh, tolerant love. As a result, Light Weaver Warband's Holy Light rangers came to invite him to tea."
"Bullshit! Can our Orcs be the same as Eredar? Are Vigilant and I in the same rank? He is so eloquent, but I can even sing a song out of tune."
Garrosh glared at the beaming Jorin and scolded:
"From the moment Shadowmoon Clan was born, Orcs has praised loyal love supremely. From the perspective of traditional culture, I am a sentimental bastard who should be hanged directly."
"I didn't ask you to learn it either. I just said that we should be more relaxed and relaxed in this chaotic and vibrant era."
Jorin advised:
"To put it bluntly, they didn't let you take responsibility. And I also know about Tides of Life. If you are really blessed, you will have a reaction within a week at most. It's been a month, and I haven't heard of any outrageous behavior from Gaiara and Griselda.
Stop worrying unfoundedly."
"Same."
Garrosh touched his own Heart of Fury which was beating extremely slowly, and he sighed and said:
"I don't have a normal heart, nor am I a normal Orcs. How could I possibly get them pregnant? Maybe you are right, or maybe I really am overthinking it."
As soon as he finished speaking, a deep wolf howl sounded in the ancestral land of the Hellscream Family. Under the surprised gazes of Garrosh and Jorin, Black Wolf God's Hunting Pack rushed out, and the dead in the family cemetery seemed to be ready to move.
Opposite the crack created by Ghost Wolf, Blackhand Chieftain stood there, holding Sorrow Warhammer with both hands, looking at Little Hellscream with a dead look.
He was not allowed to set foot on the land of his hometown, so he could only stay on the edge of the rift.
The tall Necromantic Knight behind him was holding a Battle Standard shaped by Remnant Soul from Gul'dan. The damn Warlock also made a weird laugh when it was suffering. It seemed that the tragedy from Little Hellscream could please its miserable life that had long been unable to get any redemption.
Great Chieftain Blackhand said coldly:
"You bastard! My daughter is pregnant. I just found out that you wash your neck and wait! Or hide in Draenor, Garrosh·Hellscream forever! If you dare to take a step here, I will hammer your head with my own hands!"
Even if your father shows up, he won't be able to save you!"
"Fuck"
Jorin cursed, moved quietly to avoid letting the undead's anger extend to himself, and gave Little Hellscream, who was covering his face, a look of "asking for blessings".
The most important thing is that if Griselda is pregnant, then Gaiara must be too
"Garrosh!"
The explosion of elements echoed on the grassland, mixed with the roar of Matron Geyah:
"Get back here! What did you little bastard do to my granddaughter? Curse you, Hellscream family men are all a bunch of bastards, curse you to hell!"