The Helpless Sorrow of Little Hellscream as a Youth

Garrosh Hellscream stood beside his family "ancestral graveyard," staring with a helpless yet resistant gaze at Highmaul, floating above the clouds in the distance.

He had no idea what those ogres were up to, but one thing was certain: Ogre Warlord Mar'gok's "scheme" had definitely succeeded in part again.

As a young orc with a very old-fashioned outlook, Garrosh had always suspected that those ogres were secretly plotting things harmful to the clan members. You could not blame him for having persecution delusions; the main reason was that, in the orcish legends he had heard as a child, ogres had always appeared as the "big villains."

What was more, in Draenor's history, before the Draenei appeared, the feud between orcs and ogres had been one of the main themes of this world.

Mar'gok was a very dangerous opponent!

Leaning against his father's tombstone with a foxtail grass stem between his teeth, Little Hellscream thought to himself that if war broke out between the orcs and ogres again in the future, he had to come up with a plan to kill that cunning Ogre Warlord in the shortest possible time.

However, his current level of refinement was clearly not enough to give him absolute confidence in defeating Mar'gok in a one-on-one duel.

The Ogre Warlord had struck it lucky in Azeroth. His studies at Nathrezim Academy had allowed him to master many dangerous spells far beyond Draenor's magical standards. If Garrosh wanted to eliminate him in a decapitation strike, he would need an even more perfect plan.

Little Hellscream narrowed his eyes, thinking and simulating possibilities in his mind. In the end, he thought of Quel'Thalas's unique Spellbreaker unit.

During the previous demon war, Little Hellscream had fought alongside Spellbreakers several times.

He had been deeply impressed by those special warriors