War Hymn of Warcraft [WOW]

Not long after, Zhan Zhixing returned to Galadar with exhaustion all over his body.

The sky in Galadar has already brightened, and the orcs who got up early are preparing breakfast. The whole Galadar is full of smoke, and the crisis and turmoil in Azeroth has not affected the life here at all.

Zhan Zhixing's restless heart also fell into peace with his quiet steps. He stepped on the morning glow and dew, and finally rushed back to his and Garrosh's home.

There is no such thing as a "door" in Garrosh's house. When the curtain was lifted, Garrosh was facing the door, with his palms gently encircling a child, his back was unusually soft under the reflection of the firelight. Only then did Zhan Zhixing remember that last night, he and Garrosh seemed to have a... child.

Sensing the sound of Zhan Zhixing's footsteps, Garrosh turned his head, first made a silent movement, then covered the child with a layer of animal skin, and walked out of the house with Zhan Zhixing.

"I'm sorry, Garrosh, today I..." Zhan Zhixing was a little embarrassed, the two of them had just given birth to a child—although there was no pain like giving birth in October, but at least he should stay by the child's side. But Azeroth was simply unstoppable. After a busy night, Zhan Zhixing finally had the leisure to get away.

Garrosh smiled indifferently, and put his arms around the somewhat guilty Zhan Zhixing: "It's nothing, saving the world is more important. I heard what Veresa and Jaina said, if you weren't on Azeroth , I am afraid it will be another catastrophe."

Feeling Garrosh's scorching body temperature, and the gentle words echoing in his ears, Zhan Zhixing finally let go of his last guilt, and hugged Garrosh with his backhand. To have such a life partner, what is there to be dissatisfied with?

"By the way, Zhan Zhixing, you haven't taken a good look at our baby yet, have you?" Garrosh suddenly remembered that Zhan Zhixing had hurried back to Azeroth when he was at the World Tree. At first glance, he hadn't looked at him carefully. Holding Zhan Zhixing's hand, Garrosh dragged him back to the house.

Perhaps because he was born directly from the World Tree, this little bun is not disturbing at all. At this moment, he is deeply asleep, and he is still spitting bubbles from his mouth from time to time. Zhan Zhixing looked at his son's cute appearance and smiled happily, but because he still carried various energy fields from the confrontation with Deathwing, or because he simply didn't want to disturb his son's sleep, he still didn't Dare to touch him directly.

"Have you decided on a name, Gal?" Zhan Zhixing raised his head and asked excitedly. He deliberately lowered his voice to ensure that he would not disturb the children.

Garrosh touched Zhan Zhixing's head, with a warm smile on the corner of his mouth: "Not yet, I'm going to discuss it with you when you come back."

Zhan Zhixing thought for a while, then looked at the baby in front of him. He is neither human nor orc. According to Kadashir, he should belong to a brand new race. But looking at the child's pointed ears that are exactly the same as Garrosh's, and his brown skin that is almost the same as Garrosh's, it must be easier for the orcs to accept him in the future.

"Let's call it Locke Hellscream with your surname." Zhan Zhixing thought for a while, and finally decided to put the two names together, "In my hometown, the first letter of the name is the surname. Just let him use our two surnames as his first name."

"Locke, war in orc language? Not a bad idea..." Garrosh looked at Zhan Zhixing tenderly, and kissed him gently, "Thank you, Zhan Zhixing..."

"Hey, what are you thinking about, your son is still by your side."

"It's just a kiss, you think too much..."

…

Due to the change of Deathwing, Zhan Zhixing had to fall into a busy situation again. Early in the morning, Zhan Zhixing planned to say goodbye to Garrosh, and went to Azeroth and other shamans to consult the solution to the King of Elements. Garrosh also hugged Little Locke and came to the portal of Azeroth to send Zhan Zhixing off.

"Don't worry, leave Locke to me, go ahead." Garrosh was wearing only a pair of underpants, shirtless, holding the two children in his arms, "I won't be going to Aize for a while. Russ is gone, waiting for your return in Galadar."

"I'm afraid you have to get busy too, Garrosh." There was a sound of footsteps in the distance, and Grandma Gaiaan came over with a group of orcs. Behind Grandma Gaia'an was her grandson, Tribal Warchief Thrall.

Garrosh raised his brows in confusion, and asked Grandmother Gaiaan, "The Lich King's side has come to an end, and I've already taken care of the Warsong clan. As for the Mag'har side, I don't know." I need to go back to Azeroth to help, what can I do to keep me busy?"

Thrall and Grandmother Gaia'an exchanged glances, and the latter nodded imperceptibly, so Thrall stepped forward and said to Garrosh:

"Garrosh Hellscream, your father Grom once established the entire tribe with me. Now, are you willing to inherit his will and accept the position of chieftain?"

"Hey, what's going on here?" Garrosh couldn't help coughing, and looked at the great chief in front of him inexplicably.

Grandma Gaiyaan took a step forward and took the child in Garrosh's arms: "This is your child? He looks so cute. I will leave the care of the child to the old woman. Hurry up and get down to serious business. important!"

"Well, in fact, I just heard that you two are blessed with a son, congratulations!" Thrall scratched his head and didn't know what to say after thinking for a long time.

Zhan Zhixing looked at Thrall's appearance in a cloth robe, and suddenly understood his thoughts: "You want to concentrate on shamanism in order to save the catastrophe? So you are going to give way to Garrosh?"

"That's right, that's it." Thrall finally heaved a sigh of relief and nodded.

"This... I, I'm afraid I can't do it well..." Garrosh was a little at a loss, looking at Zhan Zhixing and Grandma Gaia'an blankly. These two people who are most important to him looked at him expectantly and conveyed their encouragement to him.

Thrall finally recovered from the shock of "two males can have children together, why is this world so perverted", and re-appointed Garrosh:

"Garrosh Hellscream, you hail from Mag'har, one of the few orcs untainted by the blood of demons. During your years in Mag'har, you have shown great leadership; In the duel of the demon king, you showed your excellent command; in the battle of the frozen throne, you showed your heroic courage. Now, I hope that when you and I search for a way to save the world, you can serve Shall I take on this burden and become the chief of the tribe, love your people, treat all races equally, care about your subordinates, and continue to guard the hard-won peace of Azeroth?"

"Wouldn't there be Vol'jin, Baine, and King Saurfang, I, I, what qualifications do I have to stand in the position of chief." Garrosh pursed his lips, he really didn't expect Thrall to Delegate the chieftain's mission to yourself. Mag'har has enough to do on his own, the Horde... no, I can't...

Suddenly, someone patted Garrosh on the shoulder, Zhan Zhixing looked at him with eyes full of encouragement:

"Believe in yourself, Gal, you're a good chieftain..."

"Believe in yourself, Gal, I watched you grow up, and I know your abilities clearly. Believe in yourself, you will be a good chief." Grandma Gaiyaan also hugged little Locke, encouraging him , and winked at him as he spoke, "As for Little Locke, you can leave it to me with confidence. Since I can train an excellent chief like you, Little Locke must be fine, isn't it?"

Thrall stepped forward, took off the plate armor shoulder armor that symbolized the great chief, and handed it to Garrosh: "You have the youth and vigor that Baine and Vol'jin don't have, I believe you will be a great chief, Garrosh."

Garrosh took the shoulder armor that Thrall handed over, his voice was slow but firm: "I will definitely do my best to be a good chieftain."

"No matter what, I will love the people of the tribe until the moment of my death."

Thrall took two steps back slowly, and bowed deeply to Garrosh: "I am at your service, my chieftain."

"Willing to serve you! Lord Garrosh!"

The Kor'kron guards brought by Thrall surrendered to Garrosh one after another, and the clanging of armor instantly became the main theme during the salute.

So, what was originally a farewell to Zhan Zhixing became Zhan Zhixing's farewell to Garrosh—Thrall said that he would go to the Throne of Elements to ask the King of Elements in Draenor some questions, so Zhan Zhixing went with him.

As the new chieftain of the Horde, Garrosh returned to Orgrimmar, ready to accept Thrall's related figures. Thrall's chief advisor, Eitrigg, is by Garrosh's side, and with him around, Garrosh shouldn't have a hard time taking over.

The elemental throne was as calm as ever, and the four kings of elements were here early, as if they had anticipated the arrival of Thrall and Zhan Zhixing.

This is the first time for Thrall to meet the King of Elements, so he couldn't help but feel a little nervous, Xian Zhan Zhixing bowed to the King of Elements and said, "Kings of Elements, I am Thrall, and I am here to ask some advice about the King of Elements. The problem."

"We already know about your problem, Shaman." Ebrius said in a gentle voice, "The king of elements is indispensable to the elements, and there may be no major problems for a period of time after their death, but they will definitely cause the elements to attack in the end." riot."

Thrall and Zhan Zhixing looked at each other. According to the current situation, the Balrog Ragnaros and the Wind King Al'Akir must be wiped out. Only in this way can the disaster in Azeroth be resolved. However, according to the Draenor elemental kings, such a method is impossible.

Draenor, Azeroth...Zhan Zhixing suddenly remembered that during the Emerald Nightmare, Kadashir penetrated two worlds to rescue Teldrassil, and suddenly he had an idea.

"Elemental Kings, forgive me for asking, now that the worlds of Azeroth and Draenor are not very different, so can you replace Azeroth's Elemental King...?"

The author has something to say: I didn't understand the orc language, Locke made it up casually, based on research on party affairs =. =