Volume 10: Doomsday Storm Chapter 626: Finale: Tribe
Draenor Planet - Frostfire Ridge:
"Guil, it's time to go."
A familiar yet unfamiliar voice woke Thrall from his sleep. Thrall opened his eyes and was surprised to find himself lying in the tent, on a wolf skin.
There was a noise coming from outside. Thrall looked outside the tent and saw that the members of the Frostwolf Clan were packing their luggage and preparing to start the great migration.
The one who called him was his childhood playmate Galel, who was also the guard assigned to him by his father. From his memory, it seemed that he died in the Battle of the Icefield.
He immediately remembered what time this was.
When he looked down, he found that he had turned into a child.
The Dark Portal is about to open, and Chieftain Blackhand sends messengers to ask all clans to join this great expedition to a strange planet and conquer new territories.
And Draenor, this dying planet contaminated by fel energy, will be completely abandoned.
The memories in his mind gradually returned - was this the time chosen by the Dragon God? It was just the right time.
He walked out of the tent, and the young orc who called him immediately handed him a piece of cleft-hoofed beast meat when he saw him. "Eat quickly, Gu'il. We are about to set off. The chief has ordered us to abandon this land and follow the tribal army to attack another world."
"No, it's not time to give up yet." Sal said in a deep voice, with a tone that was firm that a child shouldn't have.
He strode towards the chief's tent. The elders of the Frostwolf clan were discussing the next migration plan with Durotan.
A green-skinned orc sat next to Durotan, talking loudly about something.
"We must leave. This land is beyond saving. Gul'dan has found a new world and started building a portal. The Horde will conquer that world."
"This war will be glorious."
"All clans have joined, and the Frostwolf Clan should be no exception."
"Durotan, your wolf riders will gain glory and land in the war, ten times better than the rotten land you have now."
The door of the tent was suddenly opened, and Thrall stood in front of the door. The bleak sunlight of Frostfire Ridge cast a long shadow on him.
"Father, I have something to say."
Durotan was a little surprised and said in reproach, "Gui'el, this is not a place for children."
Thrall shook his head. "The Great Migration affects everyone, especially the children."
Durotan was startled. "Well, if you have anything to say, just say it now."
"This land has not lost hope. It is only our hearts that have lost hope. It is the evil energy that has corrupted this world. But as long as we stop using the evil energy, nature will slowly purify it all, and the elements will return. As long as we work together, we can rebuild our beautiful home and let this planet return to the good old days.
Instead of using your life to participate in a bloody war of conquest and watering the future of the orcs with blood and hatred, why not use this power to rebuild your homeland? "
"Father, you once taught me that an orc should uphold his own honor, and now I am doing what you said. Stay, and together we will save our homeland."
Durotan was shocked by these words. Is this something his child could say? Thrall is only five years old.
However, several elders were touched. The older they were, the harder it was for them to give up their homeland. They all nodded in agreement.
Durotan hadn't responded yet, but the orc messenger couldn't help but say, "You don't understand anything, kid. This is the order of the warchief! Fel energy is a blessing. It makes us stronger."
Thrall was not afraid of the roar of the strong orc. "No, you are the one who knows nothing! Your mind has been corrupted by the fel energy, but you have not realized it yet."
"Enough! Looks like I have to teach you a lesson." The orc roared and stood up from his seat.
Just as Durotan was about to stop him, something strange happened.
The power of the elements seemed to have sensed some kind of call and gathered towards Thrall at the same time. Storms, earth, flames, and flowing water all surrounded Thrall.
"What!"
“Oh my God!”
Purification! Thrall raised his hand and blasted the orc messenger with the power of elements. The fel energy on the orc was instantly dispersed, and the originally green skin turned brown again.
"What? What did you do?"
The orc roared angrily, "The power of fel energy is a blessing bestowed by the great devil, but you actually deprived yourself of that power! You bastard!"
The orc roared and pounced towards Thrall.
But a figure blocked his way, and with a swish, the Savage Ripper chopped off the orc messenger's head.
"Durotan, you killed Blackhand's messenger?" The elders exclaimed. The Blackrock Clan is the most powerful orc clan. Killing the messenger of the warchief means that the Frostwolf Clan will become the enemy of the tribe.
Durotan nodded. " Yes , I killed him. I'm sorry, kid. I almost gave up. You're right. Our homeland shouldn't be abandoned like this. Let Blackhand conquer another world by himself. We will stay here!"
"The Black Hand will not let us go! Besides, this world is already on the verge of death!" lamented the elders.
Thrall showed a confident expression, "I know a place that is not contaminated by the fel energy. We can go there and start over! Get ready to set off, father, but not to participate in that bloody expedition, but to our new home."
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Tanaan Jungle (Hellfire Peninsula) – Dark Portal Construction Site:
"Get to work you lazy bastards!"
Snap! The sounds of the slave owners whipping and scolding, the screams of the orcs and the clanking sounds of hammering.
The entire wilderness became a huge construction site, where countless orc laborers, draenei slaves, and ogre laborers were building the magnificent Dark Portal under the command of warlocks and overseers.
Grom shifted his gaze away from the gradually taking shape of the Dark Portal, walked through the crowd, and headed towards the chieftain's tent.
As they walked along, the orcs automatically made way for them.
As the chieftain of the Warsong Clan and the vanguard general of the tribe, Grom Hellscream is notorious in the tribe for his evil deeds. No one dares to provoke this madman who took the lead in drinking the devil's blood.
However, what surprised the orcs was that Grom looked exceptionally calm today. He no longer had the fiery rage and brutality of the past, but instead was as steady as a mountain.
Soon he arrived at the door of the tent, and as he walked through the door, he immediately heard the voice of Blackhand the Destroyer.
"Grom, you are finally here. Are all the members of the Warsong clan here?"
Grom Hellscream glanced at the orcs around him, all of whom were chieftains of the major clans of the tribe.
Most of them died in the subsequent wars, and some of the deaths were even witnessed by Grom himself. It felt really strange to see these dead people come back here to discuss plans to conquer the world.
"The Warsong clan has all arrived and is ready to go at any time."
"Very good, the Dark Portal is about to be completed, the Horde will march to the new world, and the Warsong Clan will once again become the vanguard of the Horde and wipe out the Horde's enemies.
But before that, there is one thing you need to do. The Frostwolf Clan actually rejected my summons, and that coward Durotan killed my messenger. Humph, perhaps I have been too merciful recently and killed too few people, so that people have forgotten my name as the Destroyer.
Go to Frostfire Ridge and bring me Durotan's head. As a reward, I will grant you the honor of being the first to step through the Dark Portal!"
"Really? I'm really honored." Grom said sarcastically. The completely different tone from usual made Blackhand stunned. He was a little unsure whether Grom was mocking him or expressing his gratitude seriously. It was mainly because the orcs' language and culture lacked irony. But he always felt that the other party's tone seemed to be wrong.
His feeling was soon confirmed.
"But before crossing the Dark Portal, there is one thing we must first clarify: who is responsible for the destruction of Draenor?" Grom said as he slowly walked around the tent, his eyes scanning every orc chieftain.
The chieftains were all stunned, thinking, did Grom drink too much demon blood and burn his brain? We orcs have always respected the strong and the victorious, who cares about responsibility?
However, Hellscream was not someone to be trifled with, and yet none of the chiefs took the initiative to refute his words.
Grom continued, "After all these years of war, I think everyone has understood that it is the fel that has corrupted our world and polluted our land. The tribe was once prosperous and Draenor was full of vitality, but in just ten years, Draenor was on the verge of destruction, and the number of orcs has been reduced by two-thirds. How many people died in killing each other, and how many died of hunger and disease?
Someone must be held accountable for all these evil consequences, someone caused all this and is the culprit of this tragedy!"
No one spoke. It was obvious that Hellscream was here to cause trouble, but no one was sure who he was looking for, so there was no need to take the initiative.
Only the Great Chieftain Blackhand the Destroyer narrowed his eyes dangerously. As the Great Chieftain, he felt that his authority was challenged. "So Grom, who do you think should take this responsibility?"
Grom Hellscream's gaze slowly swept across the chiefs and stayed on Gul'dan for a moment. That cold gaze made Gul'dan feel uneasy. Gul'dan had never been popular in the tribe and was not liked by anyone, but because no one was afraid of his fel magic, they dared to provoke him.
But Grom, the madman, is not one of them.
Just as he hesitated to explain, Grom turned his gaze to Blackhand the Destroyer.
"Of course it's you, Chieftain, Blackhand the Destroyer. You can't escape all of this responsibility. It's you who led the tribe to this point today. It's you who caused all of this to happen. You must pay the price for this."
Blackhand stood up suddenly. "How dare you, Hellscream! Watch your attitude! I am the Great Chieftain!"
"Soon," Grom said, throwing the Warsong Clan's banner to Blackhand. "You are unworthy of leading the Horde. Under your leadership, the Horde will only go to destruction. I will initiate the Mak'gra Ritual upon you, and I will become the new Warchief."
Blackhand laughed loudly, "You are looking for death, Grom. I think you drank too much demon blood and your brain is broken. I will not waste time with a madman. Capture him and hang him on the Dark Portal to sober him up."
Although Blackhand was angry, he did not want to really break off relations with him. The Warsong Clan was a powerful clan and a force that needed to be won over.
Grom sneered, "Why, you don't dare to accept my challenge? Are you afraid that I will rip you apart? If you voluntarily get out of the tribe, I will spare your life!"
This was a slap in the face, and Black Hand couldn't stand it anymore. "You asked for this, Grom. I accept your challenge not because you are qualified, but because I want to kill you with my own hands and pull your broken brain out of your skull. Take out your battle axe! There is no need to go to the duel arena, we can settle it here."
Blackhand the Destroyer is no ordinary man. Although he is brave but not wise, he was able to become the great chieftain not only because of the mighty power of the Blackrock Clan, but also because of his own powerful strength.
Historically, Orgrim Doomhammer only dared to challenge Blackhand after he was defeated and injured, so he got the nickname "Backstabber".
Although Hellscream was powerful in history, he was willing to accept Blackhand's leadership. It is not difficult to see that Hellscream also recognized Blackhand's strength.
But this time, it's different.
Grom sneered, "You mean draw the sword!"
As soon as he stretched out his hand, the krypton gold sword of the Ashbringer Chieftain appeared in his hand.
The power of shadow flame emanating from the sword immediately alerted the Destroyer Blackhand.
"So it was this weapon that gave you the courage to challenge me? I will let you know that the power of the Destroyer Blackhand cannot be countered by a broken sword!"
The Destroyer Blackhand looked at Hellscream with a sneer and picked up his warhammer. He was very confident in this battle. Hellscream's fighting style was familiar to him. Blackhand was not an arrogant and ignorant fool. In order to secure his position as the warchief, he paid close attention to the powerful warriors of each clan, and Grom was no exception.
This madman is powerful, but he fights by relying on his brute courage and the powerful force brought by the devil's blood. As long as he can overwhelm the opponent in strength, it will not be difficult to win.
And this is exactly what Blackhand the Destroyer is most proud of. He is wearing the holy relic of the Blackrock Clan, which can give him unprecedented terrible power.
The magic iron armor he wore was invulnerable to swords and spears. For the orc society that generally lacked metal smelting technology, it was like a divine weapon.
The war hammer in his hand is a secondary artifact forged with the essence of flames in the lava lake.
After a brief confrontation, the two men rushed towards each other at the same time.
Destruction Smash! Blackhand swung the hammer with all his might, and molten lava and fire emerged around his hammer, like a tidal wave of molten lava blasting forward.
He seemed to have already seen the scene that was about to appear, Hellscream would fight him head-on and then be blown away.
However, Grom's figure in front of him suddenly disappeared.
Wind Step!
What? Blackhand's hammer hit nothing.
What! How is it possible! Black Hand was startled. The next second, a chill rose behind him. He wanted to dodge but it was too late.
Not only was he surprised, other orc chiefs also stood up, especially Chief Triple Fire Blade of the Fire Blade Clan. When did this guy learn the Wind Step?
Void Shattering Slash!
With a whoosh, the Ashbringer's sword easily pierced through the magic iron armor and split him in half.
With just one move, he killed the former chief.
The orc chieftains all showed expressions of horror and looked at Grom vigilantly, fearing that this fellow would go crazy and start a war with them.
But Grom just wiped the blood off the blade with disdain.
"Without this idiot's leadership, the tribe will become stronger. Now I am the chief. Who is in favor and who is against?"
He swept his eyes over the crowd, his powerful aura made everyone silent, and his gaze fell on Gul'dan.
"Greetings to you, Great Chieftain." Gul'dan was the first to change sides.
"Very good, Gul'dan. I will need your assistance in the future to complete the hegemony of the tribe. Orgrim, you will be the commander of the Blackrock Clan in the future. Under my leadership, the tribe will become great again! Please wait and see."
As he spoke, he carelessly stepped over Blackhand's body and sat on the throne of the great chief.
Grom is not stupid. Gul'dan cannot be killed yet, at least not before the Dark Portal is opened. Moreover, Gul'dan has his own ambitions. His target is the Tomb of Sargeras. He is not worried that the other party will serve the Burning Legion as a dog.
Before Gul'dan loses his value, you can still make good use of it.
He also did not intend to repeat the same mistake and go to war with the Alliance again, but it was imperative to open up a new territory for the Horde. The ruined planet of Draenor could not feed the entire orc tribe.
However, Azeroth is a huge planet, some of which are unowned lands, and some of which are occupied by barbaric tribes.
Gnolls, boarmen, murlocs, goblins, kobolds, naga, trolls...these territories can all become targets for the tribe to conquer.
The Great Emperor Shenwu once showed him what it meant to expand territory and the art of ruling. He will make good use of this experience to build an empire belonging to the orcs.
Bring true glory to the tribe in the coming crisis.
