Orgrimmar, underground fortress, Hall of Y'Shaarj.
Garrosh stood alone, fighting by himself.
Struck by a bolt of lightning, Garrosh staggered back several steps.
"Enough, my son. It is not too late to stop. Abandon that evil heart. Orcish honor may draw upon outside aid, but the power of the Old Gods is not included!" Grom roared at his son.
"Shut up! I once took pride in you and saw you as the goal I wanted to surpass, but now you have fallen into a Death Knight! A shambling corpse without a shred of honor! As far as I am concerned, my father died long ago in the Alterac Mountains! You have disgraced the title of orcs who will never be slaves!"
Garrosh turned to Grom and immediately roared back.
Grom shrugged at those words and heavily shook his head. He did not answer Garrosh again, merely nodding directly to Thrall.
"Fine. I have no further questions. End this. Whatever judgment the Horde passes on him afterward, I will have no objection. This is the fate he chose for himself."
Orcish family values differed from the close-knit hereditary traditions of human kingdoms. Once an orc reached adulthood, their parents no longer had the right or obligation to interfere in their affairs or continue shielding them.
Children had their own choices and their own destinies. Their fathers' glory would not be inherited by them.
Likewise, a child's glory or responsibilities belonged to them alone and had nothing to do with their parents.
Orcs did not need flowers raised in greenhouses, much less useless trash.
And now, Grom had fulfilled every duty he ought to have borne. After his final attempt to persuade his son had failed, he no longer insisted.
Though it pained him, he could neither condemn nor force him. After