Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Grom knew death was coming.

In fact, when he left the increasingly prosperous and lively Bloodhoof Totem of his tauren friend, he knew that the end of his journey would be death.

He had never escaped this ending. In fact, he was even looking forward to it.

In terms of the life span of an orc, Grom is already very old. Like Dailin's good friend Marshal Barley, he does not want to die on a bed full of his own excrement, as a man who does not meet the status of a warrior. Posture dies.

Especially after spending a life full of violence, massacre and bloodshed, Grom began to hate his own existence at some point.

This disgust may be due to the emptiness caused by the violent demonic blood fading away, or it may be because everyone who knows his story calls him the butcher or villain.

More likely, it was because after he woke up from the violent dream, he realized that the path he was walking on had already deviated from his original intention of pursuing power.

In short, he became more and more withdrawn, and even refused to see his son and his tribe again, until he heard the news that Black was forming the Argus expeditionary force, and he immediately signed up.

In order to win this opportunity, Grom even lowered his head for the first time in his life, to the Draenei he had massacred.

Before departing from the port of Draenor, Grom and Velen had a conversation.

No one knows the contents of that conversation, but Velen eventually allowed Grom to board the draenei ship, and he set off on this journey far from home despite all the draenei abuse and scorn.

Perhaps at that time, he had put aside all thoughts related to "glory".

He became pure again.

Now, after completing the headshot of Malonoth the Destroyer, Grom faced the sky, impaled by a double-headed halberd named "Maleficent".

Perhaps it was because the fall of the Destroyer brought a strange balance to the broken earth suspended in the sea of ​​​​fel energy, causing it to no longer continue to collapse, but gradually stabilized in the hot fel energy magma.

The body of the destroyer was right in front of him, being swallowed up bit by bit by the evil magma.

Its wide eyes had been stained by the demonic blood and scarlet brain that burst out from its head. Those cruel and vicious eyes had lost all light. At the last moment, only the halberd in front of it was reflected, and The joy of dying with your enemies before dying.

This guy will be a villain until the day he dies.

But soon, something else was reflected in those dirty eyes.

Amidst the strange light emitted by the evil magma that was constantly swallowing up this broken floating island, a figure wearing black armor walked out of the void door.

Behind him were three gloomy warlocks wearing black hoods, arranged according to size. Among them was a one-eyed orc who was hugging Black's black owl helmet with a flattering expression.

Because the Lord of Fire's elemental incarnation's face was smashed to pieces by the main cannon, the pirates looked a little haggard due to their mental weakness. However, in this case, they were able to accurately open the Void Gate, which shows that Black's combat effectiveness has not been substantially affected. Impact.

The demons tried their best to break only the anima incarnation on his armor, which shows how terrifying the power of Elune's weaponry is when it is close to its complete form.

The anima slot of one component of this thing is empty. Once it is filled, the pirates will inevitably have greater power.

It can only be said that he can no longer blame Ms. Elune for not being generous to him. The moon god had already given him enough precious growth treasures when she first blessed him, but the stinky pirate at that time did not have enough vision. I can't tell.

From this point of view, Black is really like the illegitimate son picked up by Lady Elune.

"Why are you still standing there? Put him down. Isn't it uncomfortable to just fuck him like that?"

Black held his pipe in his mouth, rubbed his forehead, and gave instructions to the trio of warlocks behind him.

These three bastards were admiring and discussing in low voices how to deal with the remains of the saboteur. After hearing the pirate's instructions, they immediately stepped forward and got busy.

Kanrisad and Zalak transformed into demonic forms, and the two of them worked together to pull out the Destroyer's heavy and evil-powerful halberd from the ground. This action alone caused the broken earth to crack and burst out of magma again. Fountain, startling the two bastards.

But the evil eye did not transform.

In a rare solemn gesture, this flattering, cunning and shameless one-eyed warlock lifted the dying Grom Hellscream off the top of his halberd with both hands.

Although he is not from the Warsong clan, and although he is a cunning, flattering, shameless and shameless person, he is still an orc after all.

What Grom did today was enough for him to regain the respect of any orc. No matter what the old orc's purpose was for completing this battle, it was worthy of earning him the title of "orc hero" .

The scalding blood roar stained with the demon's blood was also removed from the destroyer's almost chopped head by Kanrisad and sent to Grom's side.

The fact that Laohou was still alive even though his body was almost torn completely relied on the berserker blessing he secretly obtained from Odin. But he had already completed his battle, and the burning fire in his heart might soon be gone. will go out.

That was the moment when Laohou's soul returned to hell.

There is no way that a guy of his complexity could ascend to any of the heavens among the stars.

Laohou's meaning was a little blurry at this moment. He grabbed Xieyan's hand and said in a confused tone:

"I did it. Freedom, I won back. The nightmare is over. It's all over. Garrosh No one will laugh at you anymore, my son."

"I know."

Evil Eye half-knelt on the spot, and he said to Grom:

"I will bring your story back to Nagrand, Chief Hellscream, and I will personally describe what I saw to Grandmother Gaiaan, and I will take the demon's head with me.

That will be your monument.

You will be placed with our greatest chieftains in the Land of the Ancients, and I hear they have restored the Warsong Clan's cemetery, where you will have a beautiful and majestic tombstone.

The orcs of the Warsong Clan will always remember your story, and they will tell your name to every traveler who passes through Nagrand. "

"He won't die!"

Behind Xieyan, Zarak curled his lips and said:

"I don't believe that the Black Crow Chapter or the Undead Scourge will let such a warrior go. He can live longer than us, and maybe he will pour a few glasses of wine on your grave, Evil Eye.

Stop being pretentious.

It took the three of us to work hard to restrain the destroyer's soul. It was breaking away from the body and heading to the Twisting Nether. I didn't want this big fish to escape. "

"Yeah, a sinful greenskin is just dead."

The skinny boy said in a cold tone:

"The kingdom of man will rejoice."

"You two bastards."

The evil eye scolded:

"It's because of your cold-blooded ruthlessness that we were laughed at by those mages. Just wait patiently. We won't be in a hurry until Chief Warsong finishes his last words."

But Grom didn't want to say anything more.

He felt tired, his body felt light, and he felt like he heard some wonderful call.

He even had a hallucination. He saw a blue bird-man with wings and wearing white armor falling from the sky.

Still a woman.

She stretched out her hands to herself and said she would take her to the world of the dead.

"If you dare to touch him now, I will kill you! DeVos."

Black's cold voice came from the side. The pirate didn't look back and was squatting on the ground, picking up the fragments of the Fel Heart from the hands of the demon hunter Maris Demon Calamity who had escaped from death.

The Demon of Thousand Tongues looked at the dim green crystal in his hand. He whistled and said behind him:

"There are conflicts between us, little blue man's loyal saint.

I heard that it was you who spoke ill of me in front of the weak eldest daughter Gristia, which caused me to be listed as an unwelcome soul by the Eternals of the Ascension Fortress before I died.

Although I don't care about the hospitality of your shabby place, being rejected for no reason still makes me feel bad. Go, stay aside, it is up to me to decide the fate of this soul! "

The little blue angel she was scolded by Blake was clearly furious.

She has traveled between life and death among the stars, guiding those great or fallen souls to the other world for countless epochs, but no living person has dared to speak to her like this.

The Loyal Saint decided to teach this arrogant pirate who repeatedly interrupted her duty to retrieve souls a lesson.

She was not afraid of Blake's living power.

The world of death has its own rules. No matter how powerful the living are, they cannot harm her with the power of the material world. However, Blake just activated the anima of the war helmet and gave Saint Jai a heavy soul blow, causing the latter to flutter his wings and keep retreating. .

The rules of the world of death revolve around anima. In this field, Black has a rich collection and is obviously a master of combat in the field of anima.

"Again, go ahead!"

Blake waved his hands like swatting flies and said to the blue Green Angel:

"I'm not in the mood to fight with you again. I have enough enemies in this world. One more or one less doesn't mean much. You can watch from the side. If he decides to go with you, then I have no objection. "

After saying that, the pirate came to Grom's side. He stretched out his hand and placed his hand on Grom's pierced and torn chest. He could even touch the weak beating of the heart.

As a wisp of the power of the Moon God was injected into him, Lao Roar, who had been waiting for the call of death, was like a drowning man suddenly taking a breath, and opened his eyes again in the stunned breath.

He looked at Blake, who shook the fragment of the Fel Heart in front of his eyes and said:

"As long as I put this thing in your chest to replace your heart, I can't say that I can make you immortal, but it shouldn't be a big problem if you live for a few more decades.

You feel like you've atoned for your sins, but I imagine the draenei might still have an issue with that.

You have only fulfilled your responsibilities to the orcs, but who will care about the resentment of the innocent people who died under your hands?

I said, Laohou, we can’t be so selfish as human beings, right?

You are leaving a responsibility to your immature son. I think this will crush him. Why don't you think about it again? "

"I don't want to live anymore. I've lived enough. Every day when I open my eyes, I complain about why I don't die in my sleep. I feel sorry for being awake every day."

Grom closed his eyes and said in a tired tone:

"I'm really too tired. The few seconds before death were the most relaxing moments in the rest of my life. Blake, you never give others the opportunity to enjoy relaxation and happiness.

I don't need that evil thing in your hand.

I've suffered enough from it.

It was I who took the glory away from the orcs. I know what I did today was not enough to win back those lost traditions for my people, but I at least opened their shackles.

I am the first fallen of the orcs, and I ended this cycle with my own hands.

This is the limit of what I can do as a warrior.

I don't care if Garrosh can do better, but I believe my son will be proud of me in the future, just as I was proud of my father. "

"Okay, this is the first time I've met a guy who doesn't want to live. Okay, since it's your choice, I won't interfere."

The pirate stood up regretfully and threw the fragments of the Fel Heart into his luggage.

He glanced at the ugly-looking little blue man, Angel Saint, and said to Grom with his pipe in his mouth:

"After you go there, I guess you will be assigned to a very cruel place.

I heard that the 'welcome tradition' there is to throw you into an arena where a hundred people fight in a melee, and only the one who survives at the end is eligible to join the Legion of Glory.

To make a name for yourself there and become an immortal psychic lord, a conservative estimate is that you may need to kill at least 20,000 enemies with an axe."

"Hmm, sounds like a great place, like a big party."

Grom quickly weakened due to the withdrawal of the power of the Moon God. He grinned an ugly smile at the corner of his mouth. At the last moment, he said to Black:

"Destroy my body, a butcher who only destroys does not need to be commemorated in any form, nor do I want a place among those walking corpses.

Just let me stay in this place far away from my hometown forever.

I will look at it silently among the stars, like an exile.

Tell them my story, but not in a heroic tone, without any embellishment. I hope there won’t be another me among them.

Give the ax to Garrosh.

Tell him that the Warsong clan belongs to him. Whether he becomes a pirate, returns to his ancestral homeland, or competes for the chieftainship, it all goes his way.

I'm not a good father, I'm not a good husband, and I'm not a good leader.

But I hope he is. "

"Hey, you have to pay for asking someone to give you a message, not to mention we don't know each other well."

Blake blew out a smoke ring in displeasure.

But he glanced at the mountain of corpses of the vandals next to him, shrugged again, and said:

"Forget it, just treat it like you've paid. Go and have a good time there. Maybe I'll need you to protect me in the future."

Grom did not answer. His soul had been strangled by the little blue angel and carried into the air. Black snorted in displeasure and threatened DeVos with his eyes.

The loyal saint had no choice but to change into the posture of a princess and hold Grom's soul up into the sky and disappear into the boundary of the curtain of life and death with the flapping of his wings.

Blake looked back and glanced at Hellscream, who had expired. He shook his head, reached out and grabbed Grom's feet and dragged him towards the sea of ​​magma at the edge of the broken earth.

As he walked, he said to the trio of warlocks:

“Go and dispose of the body of the saboteur.

The head was chopped off and given to me as a collection, the fangs were sent back to Draenor to the orcs, the eyes were plucked out and handed over, the flesh and blood were given to my servants to eat, and the spinal cord and bones were extracted and sent back to Nar'thalas Academy as spellcasting materials.

That group of hearts will be divided into three of you in one go.

As for the soul

Sealed into its weapon as a weapon spirit!

Hey, I don't want to sacrifice this guy to the Sunless Sea. With its big-ass wisdom, it will probably make the Sunless Sea furious and snatch away all my blessings on the spot.

These idiots jumping up and down are so annoying. "

After saying that, Black threw Hellscream's body into the sea of ​​magma without any respect, watching as the warrior's body rippled like a stone and was swallowed by the magma.

He knew that if he extracted anima, he could get several powerful balls of power.

But how to say it?

If Grom goes there and wants to quickly become famous, he will also need these. Let him take him there and treat it as an investment in the future.

"With your personality, how can you quickly get a 'War Baron' there?"

Blake stared at the bubbling magma, blew out smoke rings and said:

"Hmph, if you dare to make me lose money, I'll kill you again!"