Vol 2 Chapter 867: : The Warrior's End

Hope to come to the last glorious battle, Garrosh did so.
At the top of the Grommashil fortress, the airship used for emergency evacuation has been completely destroyed. Her own group of Warsong Guard soldiers are also missing. Only a green-skinned orc is standing quietly on the burning airship Ahead, an old friend of the past.
Sal.
Garrosh stared at the green orc in front for a moment, then he grinned a few times, the meaning of which was unclear whether it was relief or irony, maybe both.
The evacuated airship was destroyed, and the escape route was cut off. For Garrosh, perhaps it was the ending he wanted.
The former Chief Chief may have done many wrong things, but he has never been a coward, has he?
"It seems that you are the final executioner selected by Azeroth World, is your hypocritical default trial finally over?"
Thrall heard silence for a moment, then shook his head, still clinging to the hammer of destruction with his weapon.
"Garrosh, it's all over. Don't force me. Now put down the weapon and go back with me. I will make a second retrial request for you."
Thrall is still trying to save it. He really doesn't want to see Garrosh's ending, especially to execute it himself.
"It's you, let me join the army of the tribe."
Garrosh smiled and didn't answer Thrall's words, but started walking back and forth with the sharp axe in his hand.
"It's you who made me the glorious tribal governor and made me understand what the tribe is for."
"It's you who made me meet so many brothers and sisters who share the same beliefs with me."
"It's you, let me serve as the chieftain of the tribe! I am willing to give everything for this, because this is for the tribe!"
Garrosh said louder and louder, the expression more excited, staring at Thrall in front of him.
"Also you, don't agree with my approach!"
"It's you, too, and pulled up an army against me again!"
"It's you more, attribute everything I did to errors and depravity!"
"It's you, you are you!"
"Shut up!" Thrall also shouted, interrupting Garrosh's anger.
"I let you join the army to hone your will and let you understand what is really for the tribe, not to exclude other non-orc races from joining brothers!"
"I made you the great governor of the tribe because you were still glorious at that time!"
"I chose you as chief chief because I believe you are the leader of the younger generation of the tribe! I believe you can lead all the brothers and sisters of the tribe!"
"And you! Garrosh Hellscream, Son of Grom! You let me down, you let the whole tribe disappointed! Your so-called glory twisted into radical racism, you twisted into the tribe ’s faith The faith to fight for orcs! "
"Open your eyes and see carefully! What you did made the tribe's brothers and sisters chill!"
"If you don't look at yourself, Garrosh, then let me help you see all this!"
The destruction hammer in Thrall's hands began to shine with blue elemental thunder.
"Ahhhhhh!"
Garrosh also raised his battle axe in his hand and rushed towards Thr in front.
The duel of the two former tribal chiefs began.
In terms of physical strength and warrior skills, Thrall is not as good as Garrosh.
But on the power of the elements, ten Garrosh tied together is not Thrall's opponent.
Weapon collision, the power of the light blue thunder element scattered, and spread quickly along the weapon, Garrosh was immediately hit by the bombardment, and directly flew out far away.
But the orc warrior immediately turned over, got up again and threw back towards Thrall, and lost the sharp axe in his hand, hitting Thrall directly with a punch.
That's right, Garrosh lost his weapon. In this duel, he didn't want to go out alive.
Thrall, who was punched in the abdomen, was also shot a few meters away, and the hammer of destruction fell beside him with a clatter.
Garrosh rode on Thrall and slammed his hips with his big fist (don't think it's skewed, of course there is no book!).
After hitting an elite warrior with so many punches in a row, Brother Thrall naturally suffered a bruised nose and swollen face.
"Now, let me help you see all this ..." Garrosh picked up the Hammer of Destruction next to him, trying to smash Brother Thrall's head.
A turquoise thunderstorm spread out sharply centered on Thrall, and bombarded Garrosh fiercely, fell on the ground not far away, and was pumped straight by the electric shock. .
The earth is angry, Thrall, the alien guardian of the alien world, is temporarily supported by the elements of the world of Draenor.
A huge palm made entirely of rock broke through the ground, grasping Garrosh who was struggling to get up, and bound him firmly in place.
Thrall picked up the Hammer of Destruction and walked over slowly, raised the Warhammer and pointed to Garrosh trapped in the palm of the rock.
"You ... made me today."
Garrosh stopped struggling, he seemed to have given up, he seemed tired, he seemed to want to end it all, he stared down at Thrall, the tone was extremely calm, he could not hear sadness and joy.
"No ... it's up to you to do it yourself."
Thrall also looked directly at Garrosh, with a certain degree of complexity in his firm look.
Garrosh smiled, without refuting, or regretting, raised his head and closed his eyes.
A huge spiral thunder cloud quickly condensed in the sky directly above, making a deafening sound, storm coming.
"Garrosh Hellscream ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Son of Grom, former tribal chief, you have been convicted of war crimes, tribal crimes, disruption of normal political crimes, persecution of tribe non-orcs to join the race, betrayal of Ai Zelas world crime, crime of disturbing the timeline, punishment of multiple crimes, the court has made a final trial in absentia, the death penalty, immediately executed! "
Subsequently, Thrall looked up at Garrosh again.
"May you return to the arms of your ancestors, my old friend, the tomb of the glorious warrior of Orgrimmar, has your place, and the tribe will never forget what you once did as a glorious warrior."
Garrosh opened his eyes, looked down at Thrall, and opened his mouth, but he still didn't say anything.
Thank you for letting me bury in Azeroth, Orgrimmar, and the tribal land I love sincerely.
A long thunder dragon suddenly fell from the center of the spiral thundercloud, like a punishment, directly bombarding Garrosh.
Freed. . .
I really want to see my grandmother again. . .