Vol 2 Chapter 799: : Old days and today

Orgrimmar, underground fortress, Yashaji Hall.
Garrosh was alone, fighting alone.
After being struck by a thunder, Garrosh stepped back a few steps.
"Enough, my son, it's not too late to give up. Give up this evil heart. The orc's glory can use external power, but the power of the ancient gods is not included!" Grom shouted at his son .
"Shut up! I used to be proud of you and take you as the goal of catching up, but now, you have fallen into a death knight! A glorious walking dead! In my opinion, my father has already died in battle. In the Alterac Mountains that year! You are ashamed to the title that the orcs will never be slaves! "
Garrosh turned to look at Grom and immediately roared back.
Grom shrugged when he heard that, and shook his head heavily, no longer answering Garrosh, and nodded directly at Thrall.
"Okay, I don't have any other questions. End all this. No matter what kind of trial the tribe will make against him in the future, I have no objection. This is his own destiny."
The family concept of the orcs can be different from the close family inheritance of the human kingdom. After each orc becomes an adult, the parents have no power and no obligation to dictate or continue to them.
Children have their own Xi'an, have their own destiny, the glory of the fathers will not inherit them.
Correspondingly, the glory or responsibility of children only belongs to themselves, and has nothing to do with their parents.
Orcs don't need flowers in the greenhouse, and they don't need waste.
Now, Grom has fulfilled all the obligations he should undertake. After persuading his son for the last time and ending in invalidity, he will not continue to insist.
Although it is sad, it can't be blamed and forced. After all, the children's path is their own choice.
Every adult orc must pay a corresponding price for any of his actions, and there is no excuse.
and so. . .
"attack!"
Thrall shouted and rushed towards Garrosh with the Destruction Hammer first.
King Varian also followed, surrounded by a group of King's Guards. This group of alliance brothers had long wanted to cut Garrosh.
Grom slowly withdrew his tomahawk blood roar from behind, looked at his high hope son in the hall below, and sighed heavily.
Even his own son has to pay a price since he is wrong.
And some things, once wrong, cannot be forgiven.
Garrosh, who was fighting alone, also roared, and the heart fixed by the chain on the top of the hall began to emit a fierce deep purple twilight, covering Garrosh.
After such a long period of research, and the support of the praying mantis, Garrosh can now integrate the heart of Yashaji into his body briefly.
His body began to grow, and the thick qi of his body condensed into a dark purple entity, wrapped on the surface of the orc's body, and the energy spikes like the devil quickly grew out, and more than a dozen big eyes were all over the orc. On his body, the whole shape looks like an upright evil spirit in the form of an orc.
"Look at yourself, you have now become an outright monster! A monster that any orc will destroy when it sees it! This is what you call the tribe? Do you want to say that the tribe becomes such a monster concentration camp!"
Grom waved the Battle Axe's blood roar, and the death energy slammed along with the axe blade.
The axe formed by the condensed air blocked the blow, and two completely different energies collided together, and then exploded, again pulling the distance between the father and son.
Everything that used to be, the good memories of the old days of childhood, the warmth of the family, all seem to be no longer important, and the essential conflict between father and son ruined it all.
"You are no longer my father! You are no longer a role model for me to worship! I used to look forward to you and the tribe returning triumphantly, but what happened? You let me down! You let us down! You and Kargas When the world of Azeroth bowed down, we were fighting alone in Galadar, we never succumbed, we are the real tribe! "
The gigantic Garrosh lifted the axe in his hand and slammed down, and Grom avoided the fatal blow.
"Since you can no longer represent the orthodox glory tribe, then I will bear the burden! For the tribe! My will is as strong as steel!"
With that, Garrosh let out a roar.
"The heart of Yashaji! I command you, I command you the so-called most powerful ancient god! Obey my commands, obey the commands of the tribe, and give me your power!"
A frantic whisper filled the entire underground hall, and the heart of Yashaji seemed to be angry, seeming to be angry that he could not distort the orc's will, but had to continue to give his own essence power.
A twilight shock wave suddenly spread out centering on Garrosh, and opened the distance with a large number of enemies again.
"The God of the Ancients can never control me, and I will control everything about him! The Horde will control everything about him!"
The orc's shamanic body became larger again, and Garrosh was like a large shaman with an orc face.
"Come on, the enemies of the tribe, witness the will of the great chief!"
On the opposite side, Thrall Shaman made another guest proficient in the reinforcement system, put himself on a shield of the earth, and then rushed up again, wielding the hammer of destruction in his hand to launch a melee attack. Garrosh confronted King Varian.
In the rear, Vol'jin cast a shadow javelin while releasing various voodoo curses on Garrosh.
Jaina naturally needless to say, she has been the main source of the proper long-distance law system from beginning to end.
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Garrosh roared with an axe at King Varian, and the other hand continued to release a twilight shockwave.
"Monster, you are no longer even a tribal pig! I will happily vote for public execution in the trial against you!"
The sword of the Titan creation artifact in Varian ’s hand has now switched to the form of the long-stored flame core. The sword is burning the essence of a fire elemental lord, and the deep purple sorrow is constantly burning, making a crackling sound. .
"Your so-called orthodox tribe can no longer represent the wishes of our tauren. You must be tried for war crimes, for my father!"
Bain Bloodhoof waved his totem pole, rushed up, and began to slam Garrosh.
Brothers and friends of the old days, everything of the old days will break forever at this moment.
Garrosh, why are you here?