In other timelines, no matter who becomes the second generation of the Lich King, they cannot escape the spiritual war with the first generation Ner'zhul in the soul world of Frostmourne, competing for control of the body.
Some completely destroyed Ner'zhul's soul fragments, some were devoured by Ner'zhul, and some were unable to compromise.
But without exception, this process is very long.
However, the Alsace of this world is different.
A well-designed trap, Alsace's soul has been protected by a certain boss from the beginning. The moment this soul war for the right to exist begins, the outcome cannot be changed.
The three-year period has expired, and I sincerely invite the Lich King to return to his throne!
Alsace, who had completely mastered his body, finally regained his own self. Frostmourne released his father's soul, leaving blue teardrops in the corners of Alsace's eyes that turned into ice crystals in the biting cold wind of the North.
"I have no regrets, father. It was for a noble purpose."
The Lich King's awakening accelerated the war in Northrend.
After the Scourge once again had a master, Yogg-Saron finally felt the tremendous pressure.
However, the fragile alliance between the ancient gods was meant to better fight and devour each other. C'Thun and N'Zoth would only provide Yogg-Saron with any assistance other than substantial help.
What's more, N'zoth is a little too busy taking care of himself.
The Black Dragon Legion was in convulsions.
Humans cannot attack the Titan facility where N'Zoth is imprisoned through the Maelstrom, but the Black Dragonflight can.
N'Zoth controlled the ownership of Queen Azshara, but could not control her consciousness. Naga and the Black Dragon had obviously reached a dirty PY deal and did not work hard.
So N'Zoth tried his best to provoke other dragons to fight against the enemies from the sky.
The situation seems to be that Yogg-Saron and N'Zoth are defeated, and only C'Thun is watching.
But Archimonde's first spell when he came to Azeroth gave C'Thun a hard blow. As the night elves continued to advance the front line southward, C'Thun was a little overwhelmed.
Then C'Thun, N'Zoth, and Yogg-Saron have to allocate their energy and work together to stumble Y'Shaarj.
The Old Gods are so busy.
So much so that there is no chance to gain benefits from Hakkar, the Soul Reaver.
Because Zul'Gurub was defeated too quickly.
Would rather treat outsiders than people of the same race.
Although the Troll Empire has become an ancient legend, the existence of the Blood God is still a mark engraved into the soul of the Troll clan that has been passed down forever.
So what if they master magic? Even the newly born night elves want to pose a threat to the Amani and Gurubashi empires?
If it weren't for the blood god's greedy sacrifices to the empire, how could the great empire collapse.
Zul'jin even suspended his plan to attack Silvermoon City after hearing about the Alliance's attack on Zul'Gurub.
After Gota Jin heard that all the six clans of Zul'Gurub worshiped the Blood God, he directly raised a holy war army and spent his own money to kill these traitors.
When the scouts sneaked into the center of the troll city of Zul'Gurub, and on the towering altar, the incarnation of the blood god Hakkar had appeared, Carlos did not hesitate to order Turalyon to decide at his discretion to remove Pandaria's The expeditionary force retreated halfway.
This is no longer a racial war, but a confrontation between mortals and gods.
The soul-stealer must die, no matter the cost, there is no peace.
Time goes back ten months to the beach in Krasarang Jungle.
Since the Alliance seized the strategically located Lion Harbor in advance, the Horde had no choice but to land separately.
Distance brings beauty, and all the Glory Orcs have joined the alliance. Although humans are still wary of the orc race, the two sides have not taken the initiative to provoke a war.
Because the tribe came to Pandaria for an honest reason to support the Pandaren brothers.
In Pandaria, the pandaren are the masters, and the Alliance and Horde are guests.
Especially since the night elves' fleet chose to borrow the berth in Lion Harbor. With the overlord of Kalimdor in the middle, it would be even more difficult for the two sides to fight.
So it wasn't until two months later that Garrosh learned that his father was actually the commander-in-chief of the orc tribe.
Then it was the letter from the night elves that made Gromsh know that his son had become the descendant of the Alliance.
Hahahaha, old guy/traitor!
It’s no big deal to watch the fun, humans, dwarves, draenei, gnomes, night elves, high elves, orcs, trolls, tauren, pandaren, yak people, hozens, terrestrials, as long as it’s Krasarang The most respectable people in the jungle brought their own melon seed benches to watch this "warmth" reunion between father and son.
There was nothing I could do, because the fun was just too much.
Little Saurfang and his father, Old Saurfang, reunited like a normal orc father and son. At the same time, it also brought about the fact that little Hellscream directly split half of the Warsong clan remaining in Draenor and joined the alliance. son's news.
Although as the honorary warchief of Mag'har, Garrosh's decision is not actually controlled by the Warsong clan, but from the perspective of the tribe, this is a kind of betrayal.
How can you join the alliance?
Thrall actually maintained a neutral attitude towards Garrosh's choice, but when all the orcs were excited, he could not defend Garrosh.
So this reunion between father and son is simply an annual drama in Pandaria.
The honorable orcs have not forgotten the pain caused by the failure of Gromsh Hellscream to the orcs, and even the human soldiers of Lordaeron sided with Garrosh.
Just because I hate orcs doesn't mean that your tribe can make irresponsible remarks about the orcs in our alliance.
It's called watching a show, but it's actually just like the Young and Dangerous doing street shows, just to put on a show.
In the sunshine at noon, on the beach, the father and son were silently confronting each other about twenty steps apart. A few hundred meters away, various people were waiting with their hunched bodies trying to hide and watch the fun.
In fact, if there weren't too many people in Lezi, the violent father and son would have started fighting long ago.
But precisely because they didn't want to show others the monkey trick, the two Hellscreamers maintained restraint.
Damn, the telescope lens reflects light and dazzles my eyes!
"Why join the Alliance?"
Finally, Gromsh asked.
The father really wanted to ask his son how he was doing and touch his head, but what came out of his mouth was anger and disappointment.
"Of course it's to atone for your sins."
Garrosh also had many things to say to his father, but his grumpy old father's words were too unpleasant, which made him very unhappy.
"Atone for my sins? What sins do I have!"
"The Orc War, the war between us and humans, was originally the conspiracy of Ner'zhul and Gul'dan. Ahhhh, Draenor is going to be destroyed, and we must snatch the living space from Azeroth. What is the truth? What are you bringing? He left with all his strength and left his hometown, leaving us old, weak, sick and disabled waiting to die in Draenor. But we did not die."
"We are doing this for you..."
Garrosh interrupted Gromsh's argument.
"So if we are to be honest, it is us orcs who owe humanity a debt."
Gromsh roared with unknown meaning, but did not open his mouth to refute.
"You blame me for joining the alliance. Instead, I want to ask you which orcs I brought with me to join the alliance. You are familiar with the Dark Portal and you know the terrain. If you have the strength to join your tribe, I will not stop you. You can't leave. What should I do if my body is too weak to move? Do you want me to give up on them like you did back then? Is that so?"
"you can……"
"I can not!"
Garrosh, who was several dozen years older in real life, had tears in his eyes.
"Don't think that I don't know what you want to say. My great father, I grew up listening to your stories. I heard that you were tied to a tree by an ogre for more than ten days in Draenor, and you were still able to capture him. I took the opportunity to tear the guy who wanted to hear your deathbed confession to pieces with my teeth, and drank his blood to survive. I heard that you are perseverant and full of wits, and you are a great hero of the Warsong clan."
Garrosh loosened his belt and began to remove his armor piece by piece.
"I grew up hearing your stories, the good and the bad."
"I grew up amid criticism from my tribe. There are far more people who hate you than love you."
"I follow your example and demand that I be worthy of the status of a hero's son."
"Now you are telling me, forget about your oath, forget about the benefactor who took you in, abandon the alliance and return to the tribe, and become the son of Gromsh Hellscream!"
"is that so?"
Although Garrosh didn't lie, he didn't mean it either.
He didn't care about the league at all, he cared about the freedom of his father.
But Gromsh didn't understand. He didn't understand that as long as he said "let's go home, kid", Garrosh would really dare to betray the Alliance and return to his father.
The old orc only felt his son's fighting spirit. While he was pleased with the child's strong body, the old father's pride was stung.
Are you the only one who wants to fight me hand to hand? !
Whether you are a mage or a druid, a shaman or a warlock, there is no shortage of spells for peeping.
Garrosh's defense was respected by all the peepers, even the orcs of the Horde thought he was a man.
So when Gromsh also threw away Gorehowl and unlocked his equipment, a battle to vent his emotions began.
Those who are respected should be respected, and those who are moved should be moved. Nature cannot be taken away, and traditional arts cannot be discarded.
"Place your bets. Xiaohou will pay two for one, and Laohou will pay three for one."
"I bought Garrosh to win, three gold coins. What is his father's name?"
In the distance, Zhu Taran was afraid that the so-called "allies" would cause trouble again, so he came too.
With the help of the monk's traditional skill of "hearing wind ears", Garrosh Hellscream won his favor.
But Master Zhu is not optimistic about Garrosh.
Although this young orc has a skillful record far beyond his years, his father's talent is too strong.
When hard work comes to an end, the level of talent determines the quality. Gromsh Hellscream is a macho man born only among the orcs for hundreds of years. As an orc swordmaster who survives to this day, there is no problem in beating up his son.
Experts will know if there is one as soon as they take action.
Even though he has fought under the King of Steel for decades and his knowledge and command skills have greatly increased, when it comes to fighting, your father is still your father.
Sect Master Zhu didn't make a mistake, he just didn't understand it clearly.
Can a father-son fight be the same as a ring fight?
What Garrosh wants is to prove that he is better than his father.
Gromsh was filled with debt and indignation and was unable to act harshly.
The house takes all in this contest.
The two Hellscreams look so cool when they take off their clothes, but they look so embarrassed when they put on their clothes.
"Cut~~~~"
"Stop that B. Where is the military judge? I will report him for gathering people to gamble!"
"Lokta, refund the money!!!"
