On the peaceful Desolace, a different kind of "Campfire Cookout" is going on.
Frankly speaking, Marris didn't like his mission this time. He put aside the war on the front line and came all the way to the desolate land to find Orcs. How could this not be considered a good job? To be precise, he didn't like things that had nothing to do with war, especially the war with Undead.
But he is still here. Hidden Path has received first-hand news from some channels, Nathanos·Marris, this new member, because of his outstanding performance and skill, was selected as the representative of Hidden Path to participate in the exciting "Breaking the Ice" Operation.
This is simply a supreme honor for Marris, not only because he can fulfill his vow to kill Arthas, but more importantly, it represents the affirmation of himself by the best group of Hunter in the world.
When a person reaches a certain height and money and status can no longer bring satisfaction, getting recognition is a pleasant thing.
But for Marris, this is just the beginning. Because of other matters, Hidden Path cannot spare enough manpower for him, so he has to find his own teammates.
Then he came here, not only because Rexxar was his guide to Mithril, but more importantly, if there is anyone who can make Hunter, the best in the world, feel at ease when fighting alone, there must be only a few people, and Rexxar is one of them.
This has nothing to do with race, it is purely recognition of strength and affirmation of character.
After he explained his purpose, Rexxar's expression was a little lazy. He put his hand on his chin, turned over the barbecue in front of him with his left hand, and the smell came out, then handed it to Marris. Beastmaster patted the big Brown Bear Misha on the head, threw it a piece of barbecue, and then said,
"Are you really sure you want to fight against Lich King and not for some random reasons?"
Marris nodded and placed the barbecue in his hand in front of Porcupine Huffer who stared at him with wide eyes. The wild boar hummed with satisfaction and walked aside with the barbecue in his mouth.
"Of course, look at this, there are your Thrall Chieftain and Seal on it, you should believe him, right?"
Nathanos took out a letter from his arms and handed it to Rexxar. While the other party was looking at it, he introduced,
"Only 3-5 copies of this kind of letter have been sent to each force in the entire world. Alliance Forces has spent a lot of money this time, and the top management is still very clear-headed. We are fighting a war of attrition with Undead. We are no match for those guys. If we want to win, we must win by surprise! They need Azeroth's sharpest knife to join them, and we are one of them."
Rexxar read the letter carefully, returned it to Marris, and pondered for a moment.
"Who else? You just said there were three people. Besides the two of us, who else is there?"
Beastmaster trimmed his nails with the ax in his hand and glanced at Marris, "Say in advance that I will not be with the prey Operation!"
Marris waved his hand,
"How could it be prey? Originally, I planned to invite Ms. Sylvanas from my Mentor, Windrunner family, but Mentor's recent situation... well, it's worrying, so I chose another guy. In a sense, he may be even better than my Mentor."
Only then did Rexxar become interested, "Stronger than Ms. Sylvanas? Is it Rogério·Starseeker who has been in the limelight recently? That General Silver Moon?"
"No, no, no! It's not him. He has another mission. What I'm looking for is Naishinwari, Hemet·Naishinwari."
Nathanos shrugged, "You have to know that old Madmen went to Sholazar Basin Hunt, and almost killed Troll's Leopard God's spouse, and got into trouble for this. Alliance Forces came forward to help him get out of trouble, but in exchange, he had to fulfill his part of the responsibility."
"Just because of responsibility?"
Rexxar looked at Marris suspiciously, "I don't think the senior management of Alliance Forces can trap that old Madmen of Hemet. It is estimated that those few Grand Knight will take action personally. Also, didn't that old Madmen declare that he will never join any war in any camp?"
Nathanos clapped his hands, stood up, turned around like a leaf and stepped onto his Warhorse, "Everyone has hobbies, Hemet is the same, except Hunt, we offered him a temptation that he couldn't refuse. Anyway, Azeroth, the only old Madmen who can hunt Dragon at the extreme distance of 3000 meters, joined us. Do you want to come?"
Rexxar also stood up, took off Pendant from his neck and threw it to Marris.
"Sign up for me. After I deal with the trouble here, I will take the boat to Northrend."
"What's the trouble? Do you need help?"
"It's just Dreadlord hiding here secretly. I can handle it by myself. Just wait for my good news."
While Rexxar and Marris were chatting happily, far away in Howling Bay of Northrend, in this fertile land covered with forests and rivers, in the river next to Orcs's Westguard Keep, a young man was resting.
Garrosh·Grommash Hellscream was lying on the grass by the river, holding some Red Berries in his hand, throwing one into his mouth from time to time, savoring the astringent and sweet taste, looking at the blue sky above his head, he couldn't help but recall those days on Broken Draenor's Nagrand Grasslands.
At that time, the whole clan was having a hard time, and Grandmother Goya was very Wisdom, but the clan was full of young people, and they would always cause things like this, especially when Nikurai of Halaa often happened to Conflict, and Grandmother Goya would come to apologize every time.
Garrosh is not afraid of those tall Draenei, but he does not want to see his old grandmother angry because of his Recklessness, so he will restrain his strength every time and accompany his grandmother fishing, or listen to her tell stories about the past. In those days, he had to do a lot of work every day and walk a long way to Hunt, but everyone was happy and satisfied.
Every time after winning a battle against ill-intentioned opponents, the old grandmother would always bring out a small amount of fine wine for everyone to drink. The days of singing and dancing around the campfire were really nostalgic.
This is not to say that life after coming to Azeroth is not easy, Thrall Chieftain treats them very well, and Overlord Saurfang also treats them as his own children. Although their skin colors are different, everyone is not discriminated against at Orgrimmar. The most important thing is that there is enough food here. Instead of going to Hunt every day, they can spend all their time honing their martial arts skills.
But Garrosh also has his own troubles. He has to face the man he has been deliberately avoiding.
His father, Grom·Grommash Hellscream.
Little Warchief still remembers that when he was a child, he would often fight with other Orcs children because of his father's topic, because at that time, his father's reputation in Draenor World was very bad, Grom was the first Orcs to drink Demon Blood. Many people believe that it was Grom who led the entire Orcs tribe to Corruption.
So in Little Warchief's heart, his father was actually a very bad guy, a butcher, and a bad guy. He buried this thought deep in his heart. In fact, if it were not for the protection of Goya Matriarch, Little Warchief would have probably run away from the clan and become a Wandering Orcs.
But things took a turn for the better. When Little Warchief was 14 years old, a human Gladiator carrying a big ax came to Nagrand. At Under the leadership of Rehgar, he met Goya Matriarch and talked with his ancestor for a long time. Then Little Warchief was led into the tent and saw the black-haired human and the ax he held in his hand.
That's his father's axe, Gorehowl, Warsong Clan Chieftain's Hand.
The human named L Varian told him the story of his father. The man he had never met was dead, in another world, in the battle with Demon, L Varian told him that Grom was not a butcher as people imagined, but a Hero. He found his Redemption at the last moment of his life.
L Varian came to return Gorehowl. This Black-haired Human told him that another friend entrusted him to return the ax to him, but Garrosh needed to accept a Trial, a Trial from L Varian.
Little Warchief chose to accept it. Orcs is never afraid of challenges. The most important thing is that for the first time, he had another impression of his father and he felt that he had to do something for him.
"Take it and swear to it that you will never use this Hero weapon to do anything dishonorable!"'
L Varian told him so, Garrosh did it, and then L Varian got up and left. He never seemed to worry that Garrosh would break his promise, but in fact, in the next three years, Little Warchief seemed to be a different person, and he kept his promise.
But when he, led by Thrall and Saurfang, came to End of Demon Fall Canyon's cemetery filled with flowers, he cried for the first time in his life, just like a child, as a 17-year-old child should.
Because in front of the tombstone that recorded Grom's lifelong deeds, he felt for the first time his father's life, a life full of glory, full of regrets, a life that did many wrong things, but also did many great things.
He felt that that was his future path, and that man, even after he died, was still silently guiding him in the direction. He had never left him, even though he was separated by two worlds.
"Hi! Garrosh, what are you doing here?"
Dranosh's voice sounded behind Little Warchief. The young patriarch of the Warsong Clan did not stand up, but just waved his hand, realizing that his good friend was coming.
A few seconds later, Dranosh in armor and Jorin·Deadeye in black robes sat next to Garrosh on the left and right. Dranosh, who had a lively personality, patted Garrosh's arm, moved his shoulders, and said loudly,
"Overlord Saurfang has just decided. The day after tomorrow, when Uncle Druig's army comes, we will march towards Dragonblight. We can finally teach those damn Undead a lesson! I can't wait!"
"Hey, that's your father!"
Garrosh bared his teeth, "Don't call him 'Overlord', that's the name given to him by humans. You know, he doesn't like that title."
Dranosh shook his head, "No! I think that title is cool! Well, this actually has nothing to do with us. My father just gave me a letter, Garrosh, I swear, you will be interested in this!"
"What?"
Little Warchief Gulu stood up from the ground and looked at the brothers who grew up with him. After a few seconds, Jorin cleared his throat, took out the letter from his arms, and read to them,
"Orgrimmar Warchief In the name of Go'el·Frostwolf Clan, Garrosh·Grommash Hellscream, Dranosh·Saurfang, Jorin·Deadeye and other three people must arrive at Dragonblight before October 17th of Year 25 of the Dark Portal Wyrmrest Tower, representing Orgrimmar, will participate in "Azeroth Silver Trial", Year 25 of the Dark Portal on September 30th."
Jorin shrugged his head and handed the letter to the confused Garrosh.
"I won't read the following. They are the Seals of all Azeroth forces. In short, the three of us were forcibly recruited to participate in something similar to a "competition tournament." Haven't you always wanted to find the mysterious Mr. L Varian? A Warrior as powerful as him will definitely participate in such a competition."
"A tourney?"
Garrosh took the envelope, glanced at it a few times, then frowned and said, "Why would Thrall arrange such a weird task for us? Aren't we here to fight Undead?"
"No!"
Dranosh shook his head seriously, "We are the great Warrior who responded to the call of justice and fought for the peace of this world. Of course, we will get the rewards we deserve after the war. Look at this land, Garrosh, do you dare to say that this place is not more beautiful than Nagrand? It is more fertile, Horde needs such land! Listen to me, brother, leave Thrall alone Chieftain What do you think? I got inside information. This time all the forces will participate. The three of us are going to win a championship... at least we must be in the top three!"
"But why us?"
Garrosh Doubt looked at Dranosh, "Whether it's Thrall himself or Overlord Saurfang, they are both more qualified and more powerful than us."
"Uh... I don't know about this."
Dranosh shrugged, "Anyway, I'm already eager to try, are you coming? Garrosh, we three brothers came from Nagrand to Azeroth, but if we want to give Goya Matriarch a voice, at least we can't let Thrall Chieftain look down on us!"
Garrosh glanced at Dranosh, then looked at Jorin who was also looking forward to it, and stretched out his hand to put his War Axe on his shoulders.
"I promised L Varian that I would not use Gorehowl to do dishonorable things... However, fighting for the championship is not dishonorable in any way. I will go with you! To prevent you from being bullied."
"Go away! Jorin, beat him!"
"Ah... don't slap me in the face! Don't scratch me! Damn it, I'm going to fight back!"