Grom's Life and Death

As Zul'ra faced Dranosh recounting his story, she couldn't help but look at him with a different eye. Her impression of him shifted from simply being a "bear" to having another trait: loyalty. It was just a pity that his loyalty was directed at Garrosh Grommash Hellscream. 🐝ൠ 😝🌷

"What truth do you want to hear?" Zul'ra didn't like that brainless Garrosh Hellscream, but since the other party hadn't done any of the stupid things she knew about yet, she couldn't give his friend a hard time just because of him.

"Well, it's about your opinion of Grom." Dranosh scratched his head, realizing his wording was somewhat inappropriate, but he couldn't change it now.

"Let's find somewhere to talk!" Zul'ra glanced at the telegraph room behind her, turned around and led Dranosh away from there, finding a quiet place to talk.

"In my opinion, Grom is nothing but a stupid brute, without a doubt." Zul'ra said as she led Dranosh along, giving Grom his first definition.

"And that battle between him and the demigod Cenarius..." Dranosh pressed, because of the commotion caused by Hakkar's resurrection, he was very interested in Grom had fought against a demigod, and he thought that battle must have been very heroic.

"To be honest, in my opinion, it wasn't Grom who defeated Cenarius. He led his men to wreak havoc in Ashenvale and killed the Kaldorei there until Cenarius arrived and drove him out of Ashenvale. Cenarius didn't harm him at the time." Zul'ra had heard about Grom's battle with Cenarius from Malacrass.

"Didn't they say that Warsong Clan Gulch killed Cenarius?" Dranosh was somewhat confused. He had heard from Thrall that Grom had killed the forest demigod, but he didn't know the specific details.

"Listen to me," Zul'ra continued, "After being driven out of Ashenvale by Cenarius, Grom was drawn to some springs corrupted by Dranosh blood. This blood came from Mannoroth, a Pit Lord, whom you are probably familiar with."

"Yes, my father, and Thrall, their skin turned green because of the staining of Mannoroth's blood. It seems that it was the Warsong Clan Chieftain who led the way in drinking the blood of this demon." Dranosh said somewhat somberly. Grom's battle against the forest demigod was not as exciting or heroic as he had imagined.

"Yes, Mannoroth used this as a basis to once again pour his blood into the spring to lure the corrupted Orcs back into his ranks. Grom, who had led the Old Horde members to drink the blood before, did not learn from his previous experience. He drank the spring water containing Demon Blood again in order to defeat the forest demigod."

"As you know, Grom returned to Ashenvale and fought Cenarius, eventually killing him. But the battle was not honorable; he fell as before. In the end, Thrall and Jaina rescued him and restored his sanity." Zul'ra had a certain fondness for Mag'har because they had pulled back from the brink when all the Orcs had fallen, but they still didn't understand what their own people had done, which was somewhat barbaric and foolish.

"I understand." Dranosh nodded slightly. The epic battle he had imagined did not exist. Grom was driven out of Ashenvale by Cenarius and fell again in his search for power, which was a stain in Mag'har's eyes.

"This is a stupid thing Grom did. Before this, during his time fighting for the Old Horde, he and many Orcs did countless stupid things." Zul'ra didn't hold back when talking about Grom. Some Orcs in the Horde now worship Grom to an unreasonable degree, but fortunately Thrall didn't tolerate this.

"He relentlessly unleashed his bloodlust, indiscriminately wielding his axe at will, whether against innocent victims or anyone else. His axe swings aimlessly, merely venting his anger and rage, sustaining his fighting spirit with blood. Once he loses his blood, he becomes lethargic and weak—a side effect of most Orcs drinking Demon Blood in the past."

"So that's how it is." Dranosh felt a pang of shame as he listened to Zul'ra's words. The Orcs ' depravity was a disgrace even to the Mag'har, because they had failed to stop it in time. Perhaps Garrosh was right to hate his father; he couldn't follow in his father's footsteps.

"I've heard some stories about Grom. His early life was incredibly glorious, and his clan was known as those who dared to roar at death. But after joining the Old Horde, he began to decline, doing one foolish thing after another. However, there's one thing I need to single out, because it's very special for you." Zul'ra looked at the somber Dranosh, drawing his attention.

"Is it about killing Mannoroth?" Dranosh understood what Zul'ra was referring to. Grom defeated the Pit Lord and freed the green-skinned Orcs from the blood curse, but upon closer inspection, the curse was actually caused by the Orcs voluntarily drinking Demon Blood, and Grom was the one who led the way in drinking Demon Blood.

"Yes, unlike what happened with Cenarius, Grom's battle with Mannoroth was unequal. He knew the consequences of fighting that demon, but he still went with Thrall. Perhaps it was atonement, or perhaps something else, but he went." Zul'ra nodded, describing Grom's involvement in the fight against Mannoroth to Dranosh.

"He killed Mannoroth with Gorehowl, but also lost his own life. However, he did not regret it. Instead, he stood firmly by Mannoroth's side, wielding Gorehowl like a giant, winning freedom and honor for your people with his blood." Zul'ra's tone was somewhat emotional. Killing Mannoroth was one of the most positive things Grom ever done.

"This curse began with him, and it will end with him." Dranosh twitched his nose, feeling a sense of drama.

"No, compared to all that, I'm more moved by his courage in facing death. Most of us will die eventually, but some fall like giants, while others vanish like ants." Zul'ra shook her head. Grom's life may have been dramatic, but his willingness to die was commendable.

"You should see more from his life and death, not just look at him from one perspective, and not be surprised by honor or insult. What you should be thinking about is what you should do next!" Zul'ra tapped Dranosh's shoulder with his index finger.

"I understand, Zul'ra Jin." Dranosh thought for a moment, then nodded quickly. Zul'ra Jin was asking him to persuade Garrosh not to be troubled by the history of the Warsong Clan Gulch.

That's all for tonight, I'm going to sleep now.