When I left, I was full of dreams, but when I returned home, I was full of hardships.
Garrosh was lying alone on the Elemental Heights, holding a blade of grass in his mouth and squinting at the sky.
He was taken away from his grandmother by Thrall, and with relief from his father, he joined the army in the Northern Expedition of Northrend, rose up in the Cataclysm of the Earth, and finally took power in the tribe.
Garrosh had a great time.
Indulging in the glory of the orthodox tribe, step by step, they reached the point of betrayal and alienation.
Garrosh resented it.
Then the King of Steel found him and asked him if he wanted to do it all over again.
certainly!
It’s not me who’s wrong, it’s the world! ! !
Although Garrosh didn't say that, he thought so.
Seven years of imprisonment did not weaken his will, but strengthened the tribal chief's desire for revenge.
To this end, he did not hesitate to cooperate with the world's most wanted criminal, the King of Steel.
Then……
Then Garrosh understood what vision determines realm.
The King of Steel who is feared by the entire Azeroth, the man who is cursed by all camp leaders as a crazy careerist, is actually a good man who wholeheartedly saves the world?
In the process of helping the Iron King conquer another world, Garrosh felt that he had discovered a huge joke.
Unseen by the Alliance and the Horde, the Iron King killed one enemy after another who was malicious to Azeroth.
Amidst the slander and hostility, the Iron King sucked flesh and blood from another world to repair the wounds of Azeroth.
But it's all in vain.
Even if Garrosh is "not good at thinking", he can still see that the Iron King is being targeted by "the world".
His failure is destined to happen in the not-too-distant future.
Because the very people he wants to save are those who oppose him.
Therefore, Garrosh was not surprised that the Lord of Steel abandoned all his foundations for this expedition.
Withdrawing completely from Azeroth and gathering the forces of the two conquered worlds, this powerful but powerless army naturally suppressed the broken half of Draenor.
I can only say that the feeling of going home is actually not that good.
Garrosh didn't understand the time and space refutation, and he didn't care why his grandmother had a younger version of himself next to him.
But seeing the young "Garrosh" trying to use force to gain approval from Grandma Gaia, Garrosh suddenly became furious and rushed out with a set of military fists to beat his "young body" until he was unconscious.
The Mag'har orcs who were watching the excitement were already suspicious and hostile to the King of Steel, and they drew their weapons and surrounded them. However, Grandmother Gaia stopped them and wanted to talk to the King of Steel's envoy alone.
When Garrosh was thinking about how to talk nonsense with his old grandmother, Grandmother Gaia penetrated his defenses with just one sentence.
"Garrosh, is that you?"
He was so emotionally broken that he was caught off guard.
By the time Garrosh came to his senses, he had fallen to his knees, hugging his grandmother's waist tightly and crying like a fool.
Grandma Gaia didn't ask a word, she just looked at her "old" grandson quietly.
The long years have changed Garrosh's appearance, and his tan skin has turned pale under the erosion of time.
At this time, Garrosh was older than Gaia's grandmother purely based on appearance.
But in front of his relatives, he is still the child who longs for love.
So the relief was instantaneous.
"Carlos, does that kid have to go to Azeroth?"
"The Mag'har orcs can stay, because of your many years of merit. But there must be a Garrosh in Azeroth, you understand."
The King of Steel agreed to the request of his general. Gaia's grandmother's Mag'har tribe could not be driven out, but "Garrosh" must leave Draenor and complete his due destiny.
"I'll go, okay."
After a long silence, the Iron King nodded.
"I will prepare magic for you to change your appearance."
Ner'zhul's final madness tore apart the land of Draenor and killed the planet's elemental spirits.
After Garrosh took the potion prepared by the Lord of Steel, he took off his armor and came to the Elemental Highlands.
According to the Iron King, the Elemental Highlands in Nagrand is the last gathering place of elements in Broken Draenor.
He just needs to wait quietly to be struck by lightning.
It's not like Garrosh has never been hit by lightning magic, but lying on the ground waiting for lightning to strike is still a novel and boring experience.
In this way, after roasting three Tarbuk sheep, Garrosh finally fell asleep.
Then, a numb feeling came over, followed by a booming sound.
Garrosh was stunned for a while before he realized that he had been struck by lightning.
His old appearance took on a new look under the magical effect of magic. When he found a small puddle and looked down, Garrosh found that his appearance seemed to have returned to his youth.
Only the vigorous strength within his body and the skills left over from years of battle remained unchanged.
Childish appearance, old eyes.
This is the commander of the Iron Army at this time, Garrosh Hellscream.
Holding a blade of grass in his mouth, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Garrosh didn't know why he made such a choice.
Power, status, strength, he has already obtained them all.
Haven't you decided to take revenge on all those who betrayed him and hurt him?
Hasn’t it been decided to restore the glory of the orthodox tribe?
Hasn't it been decided?
Why would I take the place of that "silly boy" who didn't understand anything and go out into the muddy waters?
Garrosh didn't understand.
Or maybe he doesn't want to understand.
In fact, Garrosh understands.
It can even be said that he is eager to try.
He, Garrosh, was a contemporary of Go'el.
Maybe Gu'il is one or two years older than him.
But everyone regarded Garrosh as Thrall's junior.
What Garrosh desires deep in his heart, what he dares not admit to himself, is Thrall's approval.
No one knows how painful Garrosh's heart was when Go'el appeared in Orgrimmar and appeared in the enemy camp.
It was you who handed over the tribe to me. It was you who allowed me to do what I wanted. It was you who turned me into this.
I did what you said and you told me that it was all a mistake!
Garrosh didn't dare to continue thinking. He didn't want to think clearly about whether he was doing it for Grandma Gaia or for the deepest unwillingness in his heart.
Anyway, he has decided to visit Azeroth again.
"Garrosh, you are indeed here!"
A young voice shouted loudly.
Here comes Nazgren, a little sheepherder.
For a moment, Garrosh was stunned.
The orc who went to Azeroth with him, like himself, grew from a soldier to a general step by step, followed his orders, and finally died in Orgrimmar.
The past events, like clouds of smoke, suddenly appeared before my eyes again.
Garrosh suddenly didn't know what to say.
Hi friends, long time no see?
"Stop being lazy. Grandma Gaia is calling everyone. The King of Steel has sent people to call everyone. Come back with me quickly."
Thousands of words finally converge into one word.
"oh."
In the past, Garrosh always talked incessantly, while Nazgrim listened silently.
This time, it's the other way around.
