What is true honor?
If Grommash had been asked this question ten years ago, he would have dismissed it, because for a real warrior, he would not waste time on boring debates.
Therefore, no matter how gorgeous and prosperous the fireworks of human cities are, they can never overwhelm Grommash's inner desire for conquest and battle, because the war-song chief always pursues honor with action.
For Grommash, the meaning of his life is to kill for the tribe and the Warsong clan, crushing all enemies of the tribe.
However, when the tribe was defeated by the alliance's army, the chief was captured alive by the alliance's soldiers, and some of the clan's chiefs fled, passed through the gate to this world, and hid in despair back to their original homeland, Ge Romash was confused for a moment.
What did they gain during the years of war and conquest? The human kingdom was destroyed by them, but within a few years, a brand new city stood on top of the original ruins. In the end, the tribe's bravery only added a blood debt to themselves and the history of mankind.
The Horde gained nothing, but lost more than it did in Draenor.
During that period of time, the only thing Grommash could think of was to find a human legion, fight them on a frontal battlefield, and die "gloriously" in the end.
However, the unwillingness in the eyes of the surviving members of the Warsong clan and their desire for life made Grommash give up the idea of a fight to the death. He led his people to hide in Tirisfal's mountains and forests, living a life of A day when you are full and hungry.
After suffering like this for several years, the Warsong clan became weaker and weaker, while the human legions, castles and kingdoms became more and more prosperous. Small towns that could be robbed at will in the past became places where Grommash did not dare to. A hard nail to hit.
Years of running around on the run have made Grommash mentally exhausted. Coupled with the sequelae after the magic blood power dissipated, he has begun to doubt whether he still has the strength to lead the Warsong clan out of despair.
The gratifying thing is that when fate blocks your way forward, it often gives you a new choice.
Grommash also received the news of Orgrim's "death" one day not long after that - after all, it was something printed on the paper that humans posted and distributed everywhere.
However, this news did not make Grommash's almost stagnant mood change much. Instead, he felt like "it will really happen".
There was no way, the Warsong clan was wandering on the edge of human civilization, and they watched human civilization grow stronger and stronger, even more prosperous than before the war, which made Grommash doubt his life.
Moreover, Orgrim was originally a prisoner. Although he escaped, death was the best way to wash away the stains on his body, so Grommash felt that Orgrim's death was quite natural.
It's just that at that time, Grommash didn't know what "for the tribe" meant. He just wanted to restore his "glory" wholeheartedly and not let his compatriots from the Warsong clan die in vain.
So when he met Thrall for the first time, he didn't understand why Orgrim would hand over the future of the tribe to a young boy. He didn't like Thrall because Thrall was the same as Orgrim. , more like a human than an orc.
However, today, Grommash understands why Orgrim keeps talking about "the Horde". He understands why Thrall's eyes are not always full of fighting spirit and mania. He understands, after all, What is a truly honorable death?
In the eyes of the orcs, he is a brave and capable warrior, and in the eyes of his enemies, he is a cruel and ruthless executioner. However, these labels and names were all attributed to Grommash when his blood howl roared in the sky for the last time. nothingness.
Grommash fell. He fell in front of the strongest and most impossible enemy he had ever faced in his life. However, before he fell, he had already personally ended an enemy caused by his own desire and recklessness. The sin of birth.
The curse of the orcs disappeared when the abyss lord's huge body collapsed to the ground and the corrupted pus and blood gurgled out. And with it, Grommash's life was disappearing like a candle in the wind.
Thrall dug through the rubble with difficulty, climbed out of it, and dragged the Doomhammer backwards, limping towards Grommash who was lying on the ground with a weak breath of life.
He couldn't help much. The shaman's spells couldn't have much effect in this area polluted by evil energy. Mannoroth's twisted magic almost instantly destroyed Thrall's power. collapse.
After easily defeating Thrall's spell, Mannoroth's thick tail whipped Thrall hard, making the young warchief embedded in the mountain wall like a ball.
When Thrall climbed out of the pile of stones, Mannoroth had fallen, but his respected friend, elder, and warrior was also dying at this time.
"Grommash!"
Thrall stumbled and knelt beside Grommash. He threw away the Doomhammer and tried to summon the help of the water element, but the place had been polluted by demons, and he could not feel the presence of pure elements at all.
"Thall..." Grommash's chest rose and fell weakly, and his voice was no longer as strong as before. He had become weaker and decayed than any old man Thrall had ever seen, "I... did not let down the tribe. …”
"You, you're doing a good job, Grommash, hold on, our people will break through soon!" Thrall wiped his hand on his face, "Listen up! Don't close your eyes, you are the most powerful person in the tribe. Strong warrior!"
"Ahem..." Grommash reluctantly raised the corners of his mouth, "Leave me alone... they still need you, let me lie here for a while... just for a while..."
"The curse...has ended, I...want...to lie..."
Grommash's words stopped suddenly, and Thrall's fists clenched instantly - Grommash's life had been silenced.
Thrall gritted his teeth, seemingly boiling with anger and unwillingness, but when he saw Mannoroth's body, these emotions receded like the tide, and just turned into a sigh that echoed in the canyon.
"May the ancestors protect your soul."
The warchief's voice became low and sentimental. After Orgrim, he lost another friend and elder, and the tribe also lost a great fighter.
In this battle, they killed the enemy commander and defeated the demon army, but the orcs also paid a heavy price.
"I promise you, it's all worth it."
Thrall stood up and punched his chest with his right fist. He looked at Mannoroth's body and picked up the Doomhammer again. Since Grommash said he wanted to lie down for a while, let him deal with the rest. After killing the demon, come and take Grommash home.
At the entrance of the canyon, the warriors of the tribe were still fighting against the crazy onslaught of demons, trying to buy time for him and Grommash. Now, he wanted to bring Grommash's will to end this battle together.
…
Although the demons who had lost their backbone were crazy, they could not really break through the defense line formed by the bodies of the orcs. Their corpses almost formed a high wall of flesh and blood. However, the price paid by the orcs was also very heavy.
The teams guarding several entrances to the canyon suffered almost all casualties, and the worst part was that only one person was left standing guard. When Thrall arrived with support, the orc warrior leaned on his battle ax and half-knelt before the demon. On top of the mountain of corpses piled up with his compatriots, he was covered in wounds and breathing heavily.
His body was stooped due to exhaustion, but he still exuded the aura of a towering mountain.
The brutal demon hesitated in front of this orc, not knowing whether to charge or retreat, and was eventually surrounded and suppressed by Thrall and other angry orcs.
Walking to the side of the orc warrior, Thrall saw clearly his face covered in blood, "Blox, we are late."
Brooks grinned, but his smile involved the wounds on his face, making the smile look particularly weird. He wanted to stand up to greet Thrall, but found that his legs had already lost strength. If he hadn't been holding the battle ax, he might have fallen to the ground.
However, the eyes of this surviving orc veteran were filled with sadness. After Thrall saw that familiar look, his heart trembled - of course he understood Brox's mood, he had just experienced the same thing. .
While cleaning the battlefield, Thrall was preparing to lead a group of people into the canyon where they were fighting Mannoroth again. But just as they were about to enter the canyon, a dark green meteor flashed across the sky. Thrall's nerves trembled and he hurriedly Take people to a safe place to take refuge.
Not long after Sal issued the order, the dark green meteor came into close contact with the mountain wall on one side of the canyon. Half of the stone wall quickly collapsed under the impact, and rolling rocks fell like raindrops. Fill up the narrow road quickly.
After the earthquake-like noise disappeared, Sal hurriedly walked to the falling rocks. The falling rocks in front of him formed a roadblock dozens of meters long, almost filling half of the canyon. The original passage was like a mountain wall!
The power of the elements here is still extremely chaotic. Thrall cannot use the power of the elements to remove these stones. Rushing to mobilize the elements will only make the situation worse.
"Damn it!"
Thrall punched the boulder with his fist, and his fist was even imprinted into the rock. However, it was impossible to shake this barrier like a natural moat. In such a situation, even if we mobilized manpower as quickly as possible, few people would be able to do it. Weeks of time, don't try to carve out a path.
The canyon is surrounded by steep mountain walls. Apart from this path, it is almost impossible to enter the deepest part of the canyon. In other words, Thrall will not be able to recover Grommash's body in a short time.
This result made Thrall very upset. The Hellfire that fell from nowhere did not allow Grommash to enjoy the final honor. However, the Hellfire was obviously buried in this pile. Under the fallen rocks, it became part of the mountain range.
In the end, Sal, who tried many methods but still couldn't find a way to enter the canyon, found a few stones, built them up in front of the blocked road, and carved words on them.
"Demon Slayer Canyon
The resting place of Grommash Hellscream, hero of the Horde. "
