Volume 8: The Road to the Ancient Dragon Chapter 409: A Summer Night in Karadar
Garrosh Hellscream was crawling cautiously in the grass. His brown skin blended in with the dead grass around him, making him inconspicuous. The tension in his heart caused sweat to seep out of his hands as he clenched his battle axe.
Less than a hundred meters in front of him, a Tabu sheep was leisurely eating grass, occasionally raising its head and looking around vigilantly.
Every time he looked up, Garrosh had to crouch down to avoid being seen.
As the distance got closer, he gradually became more and more impatient. When there was only forty meters left, the Tabu sheep suddenly seemed to have discovered something and suddenly rushed towards the distance.
Damn it! Garrosh took a step forward anxiously, ready to chase, but a big hand suddenly pressed on his shoulder.
This powerful hand immediately calmed Garrosh down.
When I looked up, I saw my father's deep and majestic face.
Grom Hellscream (reclusive orc warrior): "It's too far. You can't catch up. Talbuk sheep run very fast. To successfully hunt a Talbuk sheep, you must get within thirty steps, charge, and kill it with one blow.
Don't be impatient, kid. Remember what I taught you. A hunter must be patient, must know how to seize the opportunity, must figure out the reasons for his failure, and not let anger and impatience cloud his mind. "
Garrosh took a deep breath, nodded, and tried to calm himself down. It was not an easy thing for an orc, but Garrosh did it.
Perhaps it was because his father was by his side, Garrosh felt very safe.
After thinking hard for a while, he suddenly saw something in front of him and suddenly realized what was going on.
It's the wind!
He stretched out his hand to feel the flow of air. The wind direction was changing. Just now, the wind blew his scent over, causing the Tabu sheep to run away immediately.
You must change direction and approach the target from the downwind.
Garrosh decided to do it. He made a big circle, found a leeward position, and then slowly approached the prey again.
This time he was extremely patient and it took him half an hour to finally get close enough to launch a charge.
Lock on the target—charge!
Garrosh suddenly jumped out of the grass and rushed to the front of the Talbuk sheep in an instant.
Cleave!
The axe chopped down and the Tabu sheep let out a wail and fell down.
Garrosh was extremely excited looking at the prey on the ground.
"Haha, I succeeded, Dad."
"Well done my child, you are worthy of being a member of the Hellscream family." Grom was also very happy. Although he was tired of killing, he still had to teach his children the power to protect themselves.
After more than a year of instruction and practice, Garrosh has made great progress and has regained his former fighting talent.
Walking on the way back to the tribe, Garrosh carried the Talbuk sheep and followed behind his father, facing the setting sun, feeling great.
His father had not been around since he was a child, and he had heard stories about his father from his grandmother.
It is said that his father once drank the blood of a demon and turned into a bloodthirsty monster. He followed a warlock named Gul'dan and killed countless people. Except for Nagrand, the entire Draenor was polluted by fel energy, and all of this was the result of the evil deeds of Gul'dan and his father.
Moreover, because of the things that old Hellscream had done, he had been bullied by other orc children since he was a child.
Garrosh had been angry and hateful before, but deep down in his heart, he always longed to see his father again.
But everyone told him that Hellscream went to the New World and was probably dead there.
Until one day a year ago, Grom suddenly appeared outside the gate of the tribe. After a secret conversation with his grandmother, Grom stayed.
Grom then called Garrosh over.
"Son, from today on, I will teach you how to be a true orc. I will teach you how to be brave, resolute, honorable, and wise. Never let anger cloud your mind. This is the first lesson I will teach you."
From then on, Garrosh lived with his father, learning the arts of combat and hunting.
This year was probably the happiest year in Garrosh's life.
In Karadar, Grom Hellscream is a controversial figure. He is both the chieftain of the Warsong clan, a legendary war hero, and the villain who led the orcs to drink the demon blood and pollute Draenor.
His green skin looked out of place against the brown skin of the Karadar orcs.
His eyes would occasionally glow red at night.
He can also chop down a clefthoof with a single blow of his axe, and even take out an entire group of ogre raiders single-handedly.
Orcs respect the strong. Even though he has various problems, after demonstrating his martial arts, Grom still becomes the most respected person by the young people in the clan.
And Garrosh also changed from a monster cub to a hero's son.
Garruth was very curious about his father's past. When he had free time, he often asked his father about stories about his battles in other worlds, but Grom never told them.
When pushed into a corner, people will become gloomy. "There is nothing but blood and death there," Grom always said so heavily.
Blood and death... Garrosh had always wondered what that scene would look like.
Occasionally he would dream of scenes from another world, where he fought against enemies he had never seen before.
Those strange creatures called "humans", Garrosh tried hard to imagine the appearance of those "humans", "dwarves" and "elves".
I could only make out some weird and vague shapes in my mind.
Woo woo woo!
The horn welcoming the hunters sounded, and Garrosh's thoughts returned to reality. The father and son had already arrived at the gate of Karadar.
A young orc hunter came out to greet them.
"Uncle Grom, a big shot from the tribe came today and said he wanted to see you."
"Big shot?"
Grom's eyes sank slightly. Being a big shot meant disputes and killings. Strictly speaking, he was also a deserter.
"Yes, an important person," the young orc hunter lowered his voice, "I heard that he is the new chieftain of the tribe. When he came, he brought many guards in full armor. He was very majestic."
As for the new chieftain of the Horde, Grom was curious about who this big man would be. Ner'zhul? Saurfang? Kilrogg?
When we walked into the gate of Karadar and arrived at the square, we saw a group of hell boars chewing on feed.
Grom was slightly stunned.
Ba Dao Wu Qing (Chief of the Horde): "Haha, long time no see, old friend. My old buddy Grom, I didn't expect you to be still alive. When you disappeared in Dagger Ridge, we all thought you were dead."
When he heard the voice, Grom showed an incredible expression on his face. When he turned around, he found that he had heard it right.
“It’s—you!”
Grom squeezed out two words from between his teeth. He had a very deep memory of this guy riding a wild boar. In the Battle of Dagger Ridge, Badao Wuqing was his adjutant. However, Badao Wuqing took the money from the studio and with his superb acting skills, he successfully tricked Grom and his Warsong Wolf Cavalry into the Alliance's ambush and sold out their retreat.
At that time, Grom didn't understand what was going on. He was just wondering why the Blade Clan, who was responsible for cutting off the retreat, had disappeared. But later, he returned to Nagrand, calmed down, and thought about it over and over again in the dead of night, and finally figured out the key.
Badao Wuqing is a fucking traitor.
But now that he has left the tribe, he can only put these past events behind him.
But he never expected that he would meet Badao Wuqing again, and that this guy would become the new chief.
"Of course it's me. Why, I'm so excited to see my old friend that I can't speak.
Don't look so grim, old friend. Don't old friends give each other a hug when they meet? "
Seeing Hellscream reaching for the hunting axe behind him, Ba Dao Wu Qing hurriedly stopped approaching.
Grom Hellscream (reclusive orc warrior): "I still have a score to settle with you."
Ba Dao Wu Qing (chief of the tribe): "Don't get excited, don't get excited. I'm just saying hello to you. Let's not talk about the past, okay? Strictly speaking, you are still a traitor to the tribe. As the chief, I haven't punished you. Why are you so anxious?"
These words made Grom grit his teeth, and even though he had grown up, he almost couldn't hold it back.
However, he still knew his own limits. The other party was the chief of the tribe. No matter how this chief became the chief, he could not really take action against him.
Otherwise, this pure land of Karadar will be in trouble.
"Haha, isn't that right? I had no choice at the beginning. You led the wolf cavalry army and chased into the valley recklessly. I waited for a while before being besieged by the alliance army. I wanted to guard the retreat for you, but the alliance army was too fierce. Thousands of them came to kill me. I fought hard for a long time but you didn't come out, so I had to retreat.
I was worried that you might be in danger, but it seems that you know how to protect yourself, so you are fine now."
Garrosh was listening with great interest, but unexpectedly Grom interrupted him directly.
"That's enough. What do you want from me?"
"I came to you to ask you to come out of seclusion. Now the tribe is recuperating and trying to have babies. In two months, I will gather an army of 200,000 and step through the Dark Portal again to launch the Third Orc War."
Two hundred thousand troops! Garrosh couldn't imagine what that would be like. The orcs in Karadar totaled only tens of thousands, most of whom were old, weak, women and children.
Garrosh became excited when he imagined two hundred thousand orc warriors charging into battle.
Grom was dismissive: "Two hundred thousand. The tribe had a million troops back then, but they still lost. What can you do with just two hundred thousand people?"
Ba Dao Wu Qing (Horde Chieftain): "This time is different. Orgrim lacks strategic vision and has no overall strategic plan. But I am different. I have already made a plan. It is obviously impossible to deal with the entire Alliance, but it is not a problem to deal with a separate country that has broken away from it."
"Which kingdom are you going to attack?"
Hellscream has also seen the map of the eastern continent.
"Quel'Thalas, these elves have already withdrawn from the Alliance, and I have recently recruited some elven adventurers who can lead the way. As long as we capture Silvermoon City, our strategic goal will be achieved.
However, it is easy to get thousands of soldiers but difficult to find a good general. Our tribe suffered heavy casualties during the second war, and the leaders of other legions refused to follow me. I can only come to you for help. How about coming with me? I will appoint you as the high-ranking warlord of the tribe and lead the tribe's cavalry legion."
Garrosh, who was standing by, listened with his eyes shining. His father was indeed awesome. If the chieftain of the tribe wanted to go to war, he would have to ask his father for help.
"Father, let me go with you. I also want to join the war."
Grom glared at Garrosh, then turned to Tyrant and said, "That's enough. I won't go with you. Conquering and killing, I have seen too much misfortune. War will not bring salvation to the orcs. Look around, Tyrant. Without the invasion of fel energy and demons, without the destruction and massacre of war, this land is gradually recovering."
I want to protect my homeland, I will not go with you."
"Father!" Garrosh suddenly became anxious.
Ba Dao Wu Qing looked at Garrosh standing beside him and his eyes lit up.
"This must be your son, Garrosh Hellscream. It's true that heroes emerge from youth." He patted Garrosh's shoulder.
Badao Wuqing is well-known for his relationship with Xiaohou, and his fame is even higher than that of Laohou.
Old Howl's presence was mainly felt in the Warcraft trilogy. He was already dead by the time World of Warcraft came around, and only reappeared in Warlords of Draenor to make his presence felt.
It’s different with Tyrannosaurus. His presence has become stronger and stronger since the Burning Crusade. In the end, he succeeded Thrall as the Warchief of the Horde. Later, he turned evil and became the boss of this version.
The name "Brain-dead Roar" is well-known.
Although the nickname "Brainless Hou" doesn't sound very nice, but judging from his performance in the early stage, he still has the potential to become a famous general.
Especially in the several wars with the Alliance, it can be said that they had the upper hand and opened up a lot of territory for the tribe.
If I acquire it, it would be considered a potential stock.
Ba Dao Wu Qing (chief of the tribe): "Young man, are you interested in joining the tribe's army? Our tribe is in need of a strong warrior like you who is both wise and brave . I can appoint you as the tribal commander. Do you want to lead the wolf cavalry to gallop across the land, or lead the infantry to charge into battle?"
Horde Warlord! This title sounds impressive, much better than an ordinary orc hunter.
Garrosh's heart suddenly moved.
"Father?"
"No, you are far from learning how to fight. Besides, war will not bring you any benefits."
"But father."
"I said, no! What, you're not convinced? Well, if you can beat me, I'll let you go with him, and I won't bully you. You can use any weapon, and I'll only use this one."
As he spoke, he picked up a wooden stick and assumed the posture of a warrior monk.
Ba Dao Wu Qing was surprised, thinking that Hellscream could actually spawn sticks? When did this guy learn this?
Garrosh was overjoyed, thinking to himself, how could you, a broken stick, agree to me?
Orcs have no concept of filial piety. No matter if you are their biological father or godfather, they will dare to attack you if they make you angry.
"Father, you said so."
"Grab the axe!" Garrosh roared, and swung his axe at him.
Grom stepped back.
Sweep!
Back off again!
Cleave!
Just one strike would cut the stick in half.
But Grom dodged left and right and had no intention of confronting him head-on. He didn't look like a brave and fearless warrior at all. Garruth became anxious and chased him hard. Suddenly, Grom stopped suddenly and stabbed backwards with the long stick in his hand like a spear.
Garrosh was caught off guard and was hit in the chest by a stick. He suddenly felt suffocated and fell to the sand with a thud.
Grom shook his head. "You are too impatient. You are not fit for the battlefield right now."
He looked at Ba Dao Wu Qing and said, "Go away, Ba Dao Wu Qing, don't bother me anymore."
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At night, Garrosh lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.
He wanted so badly to prove himself on the battlefield, and the orc blood of the Warsong Clan made him feel uneasy.
Suddenly, footsteps were heard outside the door.
"Garrosh, are you asleep?"
Garrosh quickly got up and pulled open the curtain, only to see a young orc warrior winking at him.
"Dranosh Saurfang, what are you doing?"
This person is the son of King Saurfang, also known as Little Saurfang in history. Like Garrosh, he became an orphan because his father left. Little Saurfang was very envious of Grom's return. Why didn't his father come back?
But now, he finally has the chance to see his father.
"I'm going to join the tribe. Chief Ba Dao Wu Qing said that my father is not dead and he is in that new world. I want to find him! I want to follow the tribe's army to fight. The chief also gave me the position of tribal commander."
Garrosh immediately became anxious, "I'll go with you."
"Would your father agree?"
"Humph, he didn't need anyone's permission to leave his hometown. Wait a minute, I'm going to get something."
As Garrosh spoke, he slipped to the outside of Grom's house alone. He sneaked into the house. Fortunately, Grom was sleeping soundly and heavy snoring could be heard from the inner room.
Garrosh tiptoed and lifted the floor, revealing something wrapped in animal skin. This was the thing his father cared about the most, and he had put it here since he came back.
When it was opened, a peculiarly shaped battle axe appeared before his eyes.
Bloody roar!
Garruus picked up the Bloodroar, and a bloody smell came to his face, as if he could hear the screams and wails of the war and the killings.
Garrosh turned and walked out.
"Did you get it?"
"Got it, let's go."
The two men walked out of the long house and headed outside the tribe.
Badao Wuqing rode on a hell boar, standing on a hill, looking at Karadar in the distance, which was nestled in the green shade surrounded by the lake. It was a paradise-like scene. It was really a good place to retire. Unfortunately, as the chief, he had to wage war, and he felt that he was helpless.
Is this fate, Badao thought with emotionless emotion.
Hmm, it’s strange that I would have such thoughts. It seems I’m too immersed in the role.
"Great Chief, here we come"
There were actually more than a dozen young orc warriors and even a few shamans.
Everyone's face was full of excitement.
Badao Wuqing couldn't help but sigh that the orcs were indeed a bloodthirsty and warlike race, and the beautiful mountains and rivers of Nagrand could not wipe out the fighting spirit in their hearts.
"You've come at the right time. You are all warriors of the tribe, destined to become conquerors and build your own legends and glory. Let's go! Let's conquer that new world."
