War Hymn of Warcraft [WOW]

Garrosh only felt that the shackles that were tied to his body had disappeared. When he opened his eyes, he was standing on a piece of dirty black ground. The ground was barren of grass and there was no trace of plant growth, as if it was a dead land.

This kind of land is no stranger to Garrosh. Whether it is the caster camp in the west of Galadar or the farther side of Hellfire Citadel, he has seen such a land—stained by the blood of powerful demons. Soil, it is said that here, even the most powerful shaman cannot hear the voice of the elements, because this place belongs only to demons.

Seeing his hand being held by a human, Garrosh wanted to break free, but with the dark golden eyes of the other, Garrosh suddenly calmed down, and even held the other's hand behind his back.

This was the first time for Garrosh to look at this human being: with a short shaved black head, his appearance was completely different from the humans Garrosh had seen before. It was less profound, but more delicate. His upper body was wearing a white shirt, the top two buttons were undone casually, revealing his bronzed skin and full chest muscles; the hem of the shirt was not tucked into his trousers, nor was it even buttoned up, from Garrosh You can even see the six bumps on the opponent's stomach from the angle of view; his legs are completely wrapped in black cloth trousers, and he wears a pair of long leather boots. Involuntarily, Garrosh swallowed.

Zhan Zhixing felt his hand being held, and looked back at Garrosh in surprise. The latter turned his head in a panic and looked around. Zhan Zhixing always felt that something was wrong, could it be his own illusion? Zhan Zhixing shook his head, and dragged Garrosh forward.

Two green figures suddenly appeared on the deserted land just now. Garrosh suddenly became very fierce when he saw one of them. Looking at the human: "What do you want me to see, can humiliating me bring you pleasure?"

"It seems that you haven't forgotten him, Garrosh." Zhan Zhixing nodded, already prepared for Garrosh's irritability, "If you believe me, keep reading."

Looking at the human's face, Garrosh's anger died down instantly. Pursing his lips tightly, Garrosh couldn't tell what he was thinking. Garrosh would naturally remember the man in front of him, even if he was turned into ashes, Garrosh would never forget him. This person brought him humiliation, harshness, inferiority, pain...but at the same time, he also gave Garrosh honor, responsibility, obligation...and life.

Grom Hellscream was once a legendary hero in the history of orcs, and the chief of the Warsong clan, the most valiant of all the clans in Draenor. In Garrosh's heart when he was a child, his father had the demeanor of a warrior. He admired the might of the enemy and insisted on his own glory. Even when Grom proposed that the warlock take ten years of his life so that he could enter the war faster, Garrosh didn't complain at all.

Bewitched by Gul'dan and the Shadow Council, Grom Hellscream was the first orc to drink the blood of the abyss lord Mannoroth. At that time, Garrosh didn't feel guilty about it, and still worshiped him fanatically. Looking at his father, even ashamed that he could not fight with his father because of red fever. However, when Gul'dan's conspiracy was completely in front of everyone, Garrosh's belief that he had always insisted on collapsed completely. If it weren't for Gaiaan's grandmother, he would not be able to get out even now.

"Your father was the first orc to drink the blood of Mannoroth. It was from this day that the orcs were cursed and enslaved by the Burning Legion. However, over the years, your father has not felt well, he Tormented by carnage* and rage, and like you, shamed for having defiled the Horde, until now."

If you ignore the hateful facts he said, that human voice is quite nice, as if I heard it somewhere. Garrosh didn't know where he was leading his thoughts, but Zhan Zhixing didn't know how to read minds, so he continued to introduce the scene before him to Garrosh.

"The other orc is Thrall, son of Durotan and Draka, disciple of Drek'Thar and Orgrim, descendant of Doomhammer, chief of the Frostwolf clan, warchief of the Horde..."

Isn't the Hammer of Doom a legendary weapon dedicated to their clan? How could it fall into the hands of this green-skinned orc named Thrall? Just as Garrosh was about to ask, there was a burst of loud laughter from the distant darkness:

"Hahaha, Thrall, I knew you would come. Unexpectedly, you brought our powerful Grom here. But it's a pity, no matter how many people you bring today, you will die in the end!"

Looking along the source of the sound, Garrosh's pupils suddenly dilated at the creature that appeared in front of him, and he almost screamed out. Then anger filled Garrosh's chest, and if he hadn't been dragged by Zhan Zhixing, he would have almost rushed out.

"All of these are images. Although Mannoroth is dead after all, you will definitely not be able to touch him." Zhan Zhixing looked at the angry Garrosh and explained helplessly, "What you need, Just keep reading."

While the two were talking, Thrall and Grom had already arrived in front of Mannoroth. Thrall threw the hammer at Mannoroth first, but Mannoroth was easily resisted. Mannoroth let out a deafening roar, the double-edged spear in his hand slammed down from the air, the ground cracked, Thrall and Grom were knocked out, and Mannoroth let out a triumphant roar.

Garrosh clenched his fists tightly. Although he knew that all these were images, he still couldn't help worrying about this completely unequal battle. However, just when Mannoroth was about to kill the two, Grom, who had been knocked into the air, let out a low growl, his eyes overflowing with blood-red light.

Father is **** off! Garrosh knew this scene. When the orcs who drank the blood of the demon broke out, their eyes would overflow with blood red because the demonic desire to fight was awakened again. Grom let out a roar and rushed forward to Maronorth. The roar was accompanied by the war song caused by the blood roar, a legendary weapon inherited from the Hellscream family, which cut through the air, and hit Maronorth instantly.

The shield worn by Mannoroth was shattered, the abyss lord was killed by Grom's life-burning blow, and Grom was also blown away by Mannoroth's death explosion. Falling to Garrosh's side, Garrosh let go of the hand held by Zhan Zhixing, squatting in front of this man who gave him everything. The blood red in Grom's eyes had gradually receded, and he was dying. At this moment, another orc who had just been knocked into the air by Mannoroth—the human called Thrall just now—run to the dying Grom.

Garrosh couldn't hear what the two said afterwards. In his world, there was only his father's broken body and the curse of Mannoroth's blood gradually dissipating from his body. As if feeling something in his heart, Grom finally looked in Garrosh's direction, smiled, and closed his eyes randomly forever.

Garrosh reached out to touch his father, but all he could touch was a phantom. Through Thrall holding Grom through his hands, he watched the images of the two of them dissipate like stars of various colors in an instant.

"The vision is over. Grom sacrificed himself, killed Mannoroth, and rescued all orcs from eternal damnation." Garrosh stood up with his head down, Zhan Zhixing couldn't see clearly With his expression, he felt that it would be a little too cruel for him to let Garrosh see these things, "I'm sorry that I let you witness the death of my father."

"No, I want to thank you, unknown human being." As Garrosh raised his head, Zhan Zhixing saw his eyes—proud, fighting, and passionate, only in the deepest part of his eyes, tight Buryed with a deep and indelible sadness, "My father was born and died because of the war. He saved the tribe with his own life and died a worthy death. He is a real warrior, and I... am proud of him!"

In an instant, the nightmare gathered on Garrosh's body suddenly dissipated, and the spiritual bodies of the two fell into Zhan Zhixing's sea of ​​souls instantly, and the surrounding darkness instantly turned into colorful and colorful. Looking at Garrosh with a strong face, Zhan Zhixing suddenly felt unspeakably distressed, and stretched out his arms to hug his burly body.

"Cry if you want, in my world, no one will know." Zhan Zhixing felt Garrosh's heartbeat, and suddenly couldn't help but said. Garrosh hadn't heard from Grom since Outland cut off contact with Azeroth. However, he didn't expect that the first news he waited for would be a farewell. How could this young orc not be heartbroken.

"No, I won't cry. My father died a worthy death, and I'm proud of him!" Garrosh's deep and hoarse voice came from behind Zhan Zhixing. He seemed a little overwhelmed by the embrace, but he still stretched out his arms He hugged the human being in front of him who made him understand everything and saved him. Turning his head slightly, Garrosh looked at the human being in front of him who made him feel infinitely fond, and said cautiously, "Can you tell me your name, human."

Zhan Zhixing suddenly had the urge to confess everything, his name, his identity, and his mission. But in Garrosh's gentle eyes, Zhan Zhixing seemed to have a lump in his throat, unable to say anything. If you let him know that he is a complete liar, I'm afraid he will be a little disappointed. Under Garrosh's disappointed eyes, Zhan Zhixing silently shook his head.

It's better to let him hear about my identity from the tribe later. At that time, we were in different camps, so we didn't have to look at his disappointed expression. At that time, he may only think that he is a hateful human being who deceived him, Zhan Zhixing said bitterly: "Since you are in my territory, let me show you the world with different eyes..."

Before Garrosh could react, Zhan Zhixing opened his mind and led Garrosh to connect to the Emerald Dream.

In an instant, countless brilliance flashed, and the magnificence of the whole world was panoramic. Lively fire, thick earth, gentle water, light wind, and the life that encompasses all things, as well as the holy light condensed above the head, are silently performing their missions, even if Draenor is broken, even if the devil Invasion, still the same.

Even if the structure of the entire world and the essence of countless worlds are desecrated by ignorant beings, they still maintain their hope. Under the endless brilliance above the head, it looks like a beautiful paradise.

"This is the element..." Garrosh was a little dumbfounded. He never thought that the element he had always looked down upon before would be in this state. Because of the spiritual connection with Zhan Zhixing, he easily felt the kindness of the elements. Thinking of his previous slander against the elements, Garrosh felt a little hot on his face.

"That's right, these are the elements, this is the world. Don't be ashamed of your previous thoughts, Garrosh, there are always areas you can't reach..."

Zhan Zhixing narrowed the distance between the two of them, looked at Garrosh with a complicated expression, and touched his eyes. Covering Garrosh's eyes with his hands, Zhan Zhixing gently kissed the back of his hand as if on a pilgrimage. When he opened his eyes, Zhan Zhixing's expression became more decisive. Garrosh instantly felt the collapse of the whole world, and the refreshing temperature became farther and farther away. The human voice seemed to penetrate the whole world:

"Garrosh, we are destined not to be in the same camp. This time, saving you is only because of an accident in the Emerald Dream. So, forget about me, forget about this accident, forget about everything..."

Garrosh opened his eyes suddenly, trying to find the human figure with dark golden eyes. But when he opened his eyes, he realized that he was lying next to a fire, and the bonfire was burning fiercely, releasing scorching heat. Through the fire, there seemed to be a figure on the opposite side, which made Garrosh instantly happy.

The figure on the other side of the fire seemed to have seen Garrosh's movement, and stood up. Garrosh's originally bright eyes dimmed again—the figure was clearly a red-skinned orc with brown pupils. Seeing that Garrosh was completely awake, the orc opened his mouth and said:

"You're finally waking up, Garrosh."

After moving his body, Garrosh pretended to be nonchalant and asked:

"I just remember that you and I had a battle with the destroyer after the magic circle was completed. During the battle, I was defeated by the destroyer and fell into a coma. What happened after that, Zhan Zhixing?"

Zhan Zhixing, who woke up one step earlier than Garrosh, had already opened the orb of deceit. Garrosh naturally didn't expect that this red-skinned orc was the human he wanted to see. Zhan Zhixing had already thought about the refusal, and it couldn't be easier to simply make up some stories to convince Garrosh. It was nothing more than that after Garrosh fell into a coma, the crack in space suddenly exploded unsteadily, sweeping away everything present.

"...So I took you to hide in this cave and waited for you to wake up." Zhan Zhixing said pretending to be worried, "Fortunately you woke up, otherwise I really don't know how to go back to the village. "

"Then... have you ever seen a human?" Garrosh asked tentatively, he always felt that what he experienced before was not a dream.

"Human? Garrosh, are you sleepy?" Zhan Zhixing always acted nonchalantly at the most critical moment, "This is Galadar, how could those noisy monkeys get here."

Garrosh frowned, but said nothing. Now that Garrosh was awake, there was no need for the two of them to stay here, Zhan Zhixing tidied up a bit and prepared to go on the road with Garrosh.