"This is all Gobi and wasteland, and there is no usable wood at all!"
After leading the Warsong clan around this red land, Grommash's face did not look very good. For orcs, it is not impossible to survive even under harsh natural conditions.
But they at least needed wood to build cities and residences. After a round of inspections, Grommash learned that although there were no large biological settlements here, there were still some indigenous creatures occupying many territories.
Those were things Grommash had never seen before, pig-headed men covered with thorns, and bird-men that looked quite similar to humans, but their hands were replaced by wings.
These guys brought some trouble to the Warsong Clan, but in the end they were solved by Grommash with the battle ax [Gorehowl] in his hand.
After traveling in such a large circle, Grommash realized that the biggest obstacle for the orcs to survive on this continent was the scarcity of wood resources. It was impossible to meet all the orcs' living needs by relying on stone alone.
Fortunately, when they arrived at the border of this area, they discovered that beyond the endless red land and mountains, there was a forest that was denser and more prosperous than any other area in the Eastern Kingdom.
Grommash originally planned to enter this forest full of ancient atmosphere to find out, but as a top warrior, his intuition told him that if he entered this forest rashly, there would be great danger.
Grommash, who was rarely cautious, finally chose to lead the Warsong clan back to the center of the wasteland after completing the investigation. This time luck took care of them, and they happened to meet Thrall's troops.
"Grommash! I'm so happy to see you're okay." Thrall rushed forward with a happy face and gave Grommash a bear hug, then punched Grommash's chest as hard as steel. "Didn't you say we would meet at the coast? I thought you had capsized!"
"I have been waiting for you for a long time, and after seeing no sign of your arrival, I planned to take the Warsong clan to see the surrounding situation first." Grommash smiled, "This is a very vast land, Thrall."
"Really? We have been ashore for a long time. Except for some wild animals and fishmen, we have not encountered any threats. This looks like a very suitable place for our new home!" Sal was a little excited. He led the clan and took huge risks. Isn't it just for this result when crossing the ocean?
A world without threats where orcs can live freely.
However, Grommash was not very satisfied with the ecological environment of this place. "Wait a minute, Sal, I think we should choose a better place to live - although it is very vast, the environment is not as good as the inland forests." and grassland.”
Thrall smiled bitterly, wondering how he didn't want to fight for better territory, but the tiredness on the faces of the orcs behind him could not be concealed.
"Grommash, my friend, look at our compatriots. They have suffered a lot in the human detention center, and they are wandering around the Eastern Kingdom, exhausted. In addition, after this experience of crossing the ocean, We are already too tired and we need to recuperate."
Thrall pulled Grommash and showed him the conditions of this land. "We have seen it on the way here. Although the conditions here are more difficult, it is better because no one competes with us. The spirit of nature warned me , going deep inland would be very risky."
Grommash looked back, and naturally met the exhausted expressions of the orcs. He sighed deeply, "You are right, we need to temporarily cultivate for a while - phew..."
"I'm glad you can understand me... Wait, Grommash?" Thrall noticed that the expression and breathing of the powerful warrior in front of him were not natural. His blood vessels were clearly bulging, and his muscles began to tremble unconsciously. It seemed like he was trying to control something.
"It's okay...it's just an old problem," Grommash replied calmly with his amazing willpower, but his trembling muscles still showed that his condition was not good.
At this time, Thrall noticed the blood on Grommash's ax blade. He immediately understood what was happening. He raised his hand to summon the help of the elements. The gentle breeze and cool mist helped Grommash suppress the craving in his body. Blood rush.
"Did you just end a battle?" The shaman's face was solemn, and he carefully manipulated the natural energy to help Grommash control his state.
With Thrall's help, Grommash finally recovered from that terrible hysteria. He rubbed his head and said, "Damn demon blood...damn warlock..."
"You should reduce the number of battles." Thrall retracted his hand and admonished Grommash.
"Reduce the number of battles? No, it's impossible. My compatriots and my clan still need me to lead them to fight for survival. You know it's impossible for me not to hold an axe." Grommash didn't even think about it. After thinking about it, he rejected Thrall's proposal, "And this is not a big problem. As long as you kill enough enemies, you won't have such trouble."
"That will destroy yourself. You should know the consequences of succumbing to the sequelae of demon blood." Thrall said in a serious tone, "Countless of our noble warriors have lost their lives because of this."
Grommash grinned and put his big hand on Thrall's shoulder armor. "Don't worry, I am the chief of the Warsong clan and I will not die easily."
Despite Grommash's assurance, Thrall was still worried about his safety. Grommash was the first group of orcs to drink demonic blood. The corrupted blood of the abyss lords had contaminated their bloodline. Even if the war failed, the demonic After the effect of the blood faded, the entire orc clan inevitably suffered from the sequelae of the demonic blood.
Orcs who drink the blood of the Abyss Lord will become violent and warlike. Under the influence of the magic blood, their bodies will be amazingly strengthened, and their reaction to pain will become slower. Under the influence of various factors, the combat effectiveness of the orcs will decrease. Get a qualitative leap.
However, demon blood is not without its shortcomings. It will give the orcs an unquenchable thirst for blood and deprive them of their ability to think in a violent state. Even the strongest orc warriors cannot be exempted from this.
Why was Orgrim able to lead the tribe to repeatedly use strategic means to defeat the Alliance after becoming the warchief? That's because the warchief has never drunk a drop of demon blood.
He always maintains the most rational and sober state. Unlike Grommash and Blackhand, who have their minds distorted by the magic blood, most of the time they lose their consideration of strategy and tactics.
However, Thrall has no good way to deal with the sequelae of the orcs' demon blood. The shaman's elemental power can still suppress the sequelae of the demon blood, but after all, they have just restored the shaman's way not long ago, and most of the tribe are still relying on it. Willpower to resist.
But one thing Thrall is sure of is that reducing the number of killings and battles can effectively avoid the onset of such sequelae, and being located in a place with relatively abundant natural energy can also have healing and suppressive effects.
The natural power of the ancient forest in the northwest is almost as bright as a beacon in the dark night, so Thrall quickly thought of a good position that was very suitable for Grommash.
