Chapter 4 third chapter

"It makes me sad to leave this place," Garrosh said as they stood on the deck of the Bone of Mannoroth a few hours after setting sail. Kane stared at him. "Sorrow? To me Northrend is a place of carnage and death. Many of our best and greatest perished here. And I will never mourn leaving the field." Garrosh snorted. "It's been a long time since you entered the battlefield last time... old man." Kane frowned, and stood up straight in front of Garrosh. "As an old man, it seems I have a better memory than you, boy. What do you think happened a few hours ago? Are you going to turn a blind eye to the sacrifice of your soldiers? You want to pay me and everyone else for it." Do you laugh at the scars all over your body?"

Garrosh grunted and didn't answer, but the tauren had clearly seen that Garrosh didn't regard the breakout battle as an equally honorable battle as a frontal decisive battle.Perhaps he thought it a shame to be surrounded in the first place.Kane had seen too much folly and blood in the young orc.Garrosh will learn that glory depends on how one fights, not when and where.By this standard, the Horde's accolades are too numerous to count. And he had to admit that Garrosh was the same.This time his reckless attack succeeded.But Kane had heard from others, even Saurfang who clearly disliked the young orc, that he had succeeded many times before.So where is the line between fearlessness and recklessness?Where is the line between instinct and bloodlust?The cold wind blowing across the North Sea was biting, Kane couldn't help shivering despite his thick hair, his body felt stiff from wounds and fatigue.Kane had to admit that while he was able to fight when necessary, the days of regularly wielding swords and guns were long gone.

"The Horde defeated against all odds that formidable foe in Northrend," Garrosh said, returning to the original topic. "Every life was sacrificed for this goal, for the glory of the tribe. Saurfang's own son was also sacrificed. He is like everyone else, and someone will write a heroic epic for them and sing it. One day, may the ancestors protect me, someone will write an epic for me. That's why I'm sad to be gone, Cairne Bloodhoof." Kane nodded his gray head. "But I guess you're in no rush to be written into a heroic epic, huh?" It was meant to be a joke, but Grom Hellscream's Son was too serious to laugh.

"Whenever death comes, I will face it with honor. With sword in hand and war cry in voice, I fight for my people." "Well," Kane said in a low voice, "this is a glorious home. Glorious and proud. Perhaps we all recognize such a dignified death. But before embarking on the final journey of death, I want more Look at the stars in the sky, and sing a few more times at the drumming. Teach those young tauren a lot and watch them thrive." Garrosh opened his mouth as if to say something, but his voice was blocked by a gust of wind.Although Kane's body was huge and his foot was stable, he staggered in the gust of wind that came out of nowhere.Below their feet, the ship lurched and lurched sideways, the deck almost touching the water.

"What's going on?" Garrosh roared, but even his voice was almost drowned out by the howling wind.Kane didn't know what vocabulary sailors usually used to describe this kind of storm, but now was definitely not the time to classify it.Captain Tuna rushed onto the deck, her blue skin bloodless, her eyes wide open.Her overalls—black footwraps and shorts, a plain white shirt—were soaked and stuck to her body.Her black hair fell out of a bun and fell on her head like a mop. "What should I do?" Kane asked immediately.The captain's visibly tense expression disturbed him more than the fact that the storm was actually rising.

"Go downstairs, so I won't have to worry about you landlubbers!" she shouted, neglecting her position and manners because she was too focused.Kane would have laughed if the situation hadn't been so dire.He reached out and grabbed Garrosh by the back of the neck, and dragged the protesting orcs towards the cabin in a shapeless manner, when a huge wave swept them all down. It was as if a giant hand had knocked Kane down hard on the deck, choking water into his lungs in the struggle, making it hard for him to breathe.The waves came and went as fast as they came, and nearly swept him and Garrosh away like two branches in the raging torrent that ran across Quel'Thalas.They clung to each other so tightly that their hands hurt.The waves threw them against the curved bulwarks, and it was thanks to this that they stopped.Kane stood up, dug his hooves into the smooth wooden deck, and stubbornly found a support point.He snorted with difficulty, snarling and holding Garrosh back until the orc scrambled to his feet.A bolt of lightning suddenly exploded a short distance away, followed almost immediately by rumbling thunder.Kane continued to move forward, one arm around Garrosh, the other far outstretched to grab the slippery but solid door frame, and the two of them slid into the cargo hold bumping and bumping.

Garrosh spat out a big mouthful of sea water, then stretched out a tan arm tenaciously, trying to pull something to stand up. "Only kids and cowards hide in the cargo hold when everyone else is putting themselves at risk," he gasped. Kane reached out and pressed Garrosh's armored shoulders unceremoniously. "Only an arrogant and selfish fool would get in the way when others are busy saving lives." He whispered, "Don't be a fool, Garrosh? Hellscream. Captain Tuna has to spend his precious time and energy on Make sure the ship isn't torn in two by the storm, and there's no time to keep us from being washed overboard!"

Garrosh glared at him, then turned away with a snarl of frustration.To his credit, however, he made no attempt to run up the gangway again. Kane secretly made preparations. The best result would be a bumpy wait for a long time, and the worst result would be a cold and wet death.As a result, the storm that rose from the ground came to an abrupt end.Before they could catch their breath, the violent rocking of the ship stopped abruptly.They looked at each other for a while, then turned and rushed up the gangway at the same time. It was almost unbelievable that there was already a bright future behind the rapidly dissipating clouds.When Kane stepped out of the cargo hold, the scene that greeted his eyes was pleasant but eerie.The silvery sea of ​​shattered wreckage was calm and sparkling in the sun.Kane looked around eagerly, counting the ships he saw.There are only three.He prayed to his ancestors that the other two ships were only temporarily lost, although the drifting wreckage in the sea suggested that at least one ship did not survive.

The survivors grabbed the floating wooden box and shouted for help, and Kane and Garrosh rushed over immediately.At least they could help with that, and for the next hour orcs, trolls, and tauren were rescued aboard, soaking and panting, as well as the occasional bloated Forsaken. Or blood elves. Captain Tuna had a solemn expression and said nothing, occasionally barking out orders harshly.The Bone of Mannoroth survived the disaster—should it be called a typhoon?hurricane?Or a tsunami?Kane wasn't so sure.Their boat is largely intact, now packed with survivors shivering in blankets.Cain patted a young troll on the shoulder, handed her a mug of hot soup, and the captain walked away.

"What's going on?" he asked softly. "God knows," she replied. "I have been at sea since I was a child. Before I was stopped by the Kvaldir, I ran this channel to deliver supplies to Warsong Castle dozens of times. But I have never seen anything like this." Kane nodded solemnly, "I hope this didn't offend you, I guessed too. Do you think it's possible—" A roar that could only be uttered by the Hellscream family interrupted him.Kane turned to see Garrosh pointing towards the horizon.He was visibly shaking, but it was clearly anger, not fear or cold.

"Look at that!" he shouted.Kane stared in the direction of his fingers, but his old blind eyes still couldn't see clearly.But Captain Tuna was different, her eyes widened. "That's the banner of Stormwind," she said. "Alliance? In our territorial waters?" Garrosh said. "They clearly violated the treaty." The treaty Garrosh is referring to was signed between the Horde and the Alliance shortly after the death of the Lich King.The protracted battle took the toll on both sides, and both sides agreed to a temporary cessation of hostilities, including clashes in Alterac Valley, Arathi Basin, and Warsong Gulch. "Are we still in the territorial waters of the tribe?" Kane asked softly.Tuna nodded. Garrosh sneered, "Then according to the laws of both parties, whether theirs or ours, these people are in our hands! The treaty allows us to defend our own territory—including our territorial waters!" Kane couldn't believe his ears. "Garrosh, our current situation is not suitable for launching an attack. Besides, they don't seem to be coming at us. The storm that hit us just now may have blown them off course. Have you considered this? They may Not for aggression, but simply by accident." "Then this wind is destiny," Garrosh said. "They should face their fate with honor." Kane understood immediately.Garrosh had every reason to act, and he was clearly determined to do so.Garrosh could not avenge the storm that destroyed the Horde ships and claimed the lives of his people; but he could take out his frustrated rage on the hapless Alliance ships. To Kane's surprise, even Captain Tuna nodded. "We need more supplies to make up for the loss," she said, tapping her chin and narrowing her eyes thoughtfully. "Then let us have what is rightfully ours. Can the Bone of Mannoroth still fight?" "Yes, sir. Of course she can do it, just a little preparation." "I'm sure you can find a lot of people willing to help," Garrosh replied.Tuna nodded and strode forward to give the command.Garrosh was right, everyone stood up and stood at attention, eager to do something, and anything was better than sitting around feeling sorry for themselves.Kane fully understands this desire and need, but if his guess is correct, the crews of Alliance ships are nothing more than innocent victims... The battleship turned slowly, with full sails, and rushed towards the "enemy ship".When they got closer, Kane was able to see the situation on the other side clearly, and his heart sank suddenly. The opponent did not evade their pursuit at all.Even if the captain wants to escape, it will not help.The ship was listing badly to port, with its sails broken and drifting with the current, and it looked like they had been hit by more brutal winds than the Horde.Kane could just make out the emblem on the ship's flag, the lion's head of Stormwind. Garrosh laughed. "Great," he said. "What a gift. Another chance to show Varian how much I respect him." The last time Garrosh was in the same room as King Varian Wrynn of Stormwind, they fought straight away.Kane has no particular preference for humans, but doesn't really dislike them either.If the ship attacked him, he would be the first to order a counterattack.However, this is a broken ship that is about to sink, and even if they don't need their "help", it will still sink to the cold sea forever. "Revenge is a despicable mentality, and it doesn't suit your identity, Garrosh." Kane said sharply. "And what honor is there in slaughtering those who are drowning? You may not have violated the letter of the treaty, but you have violated its spirit." He turned to Tuna, hoping she would understand. "Captain, I am the commander of this mission. What's more, my rank is above Garrosh. I order you to help the victims of these storms. Their presence here is not provocation, but accident , it is more honorable to aid than to slaughter." She gazed at him firmly. "I mean no offense, Your Excellency. Our warchief has assigned you the task of overseeing the evacuation of veterans of the Warsong Expeditionary Force. Overseer Garrosh is in charge of all military decisions." Kane stared at her gaping.She was right.He hadn't thought about it while they were battling to deal with the Kvaldir surprise attack.After that, he had exactly the same idea as Garrosh.Fighting is the only choice, they have no dispute about it, the difference is only how to better defeat the enemy.But now, even though he was in charge of the voyage to transport the troops back home, they still had to obey Garrosh until Thrall officially relieved Garrosh of his command.And Kane has nothing to do. He lowered his voice, speaking only to Garrosh, "I beg you. Don't do this. Our enemies are broken. If we don't help, they could still die here." "That cleanliness is a kindness," Garrosh replied.As if to comment on his words, the roar of the cannon echoed.Kane stared straight at the hapless Alliance ship as it was shot through the broadside.There came a rain of arrows from the other ships, and with it came a sound the Alliance soldiers would never forget, the battle cry of the whole Horde army, louder than the waves of the sea. "Again!" Garrosh yelled as they approached the enemy ship, rushing to the bow, trembling with eagerness like a hunting wolf. The masts of the Alliance ships were snapped off, and Kane made out a figure on the deck waving wildly the white flag of surrender.Although Garrosh noticed, he remained unmoved. As soon as the Bone of Mannoroth approached, Garrosh yelled and jumped onto the enemy ship, holding a weapon in each hand and began to slash and kill humans. Kane turned his back, feeling sick.Legally speaking, Garrosh was right, but in other respects, morally or spiritually, what he did was wrong.Big mistake.Cain wondered woefully if the spirits would take revenge for this, on the Horde, on Garrosh, even on himself.Kane? Bloodhoof, who stood by and watched this happen. The battle was over quickly, even as the orcs had feared, too soon.To Kane's surprise, Garrosh was quick to shout "Stop!" to his men.The tauren pricked up his long ears and walked over, trying to figure out what Garrosh was going to do next. "Bring the captain up!" Garrosh ordered.Moments later, a troll came running with a human male in his arms, and dumped the unfortunate captain on deck. Garrosh kicked him with one foot. "You have trespassed into Horde waters, Alliance dog." The man was tall and strong and dark for his race, with a black head and a neatly trimmed mustache.He stared at the orc in front of him, "We have a treaty—" "That treaty does not apply to an invasion of our territory. It is clearly an act of aggression." "You see what we are doing now." The captain replied in disbelief, "Even a rabbit wouldn't feel that we constituted an aggression." It was an inappropriate remark, and Garrosh kicked him in the ribs.Kane heard the sound of a bone or two snapping.The man snorted, his face turned pale and then turned red. "You have trespassed into Horde territorial waters," Garrosh repeated. "Whatever the state of your ship is, I am doing everything within my full rights. Do you know who I am?" The man shook his head. "I'm Garrosh Hellscream, son of the great tribal hero Grom Hellscream!" The captain's eyes widened and his face turned pale again.Apparently he did know the name—or at least definitely knew the surname.Grom? Hellscream's legend is equally famous in the Alliance and Horde. "I have defeated the enemy, taken your ship in the name of the Horde, and taken you as a prisoner. The question is, what shall I do with you now? I can burn you, ship and men." He thought, rubbing his chin with his hand. "Or just leave. I notice you don't have rowboats, and there are sharks and orcas in this area, and I'm sure they like the smell of the Alliance as much as my troll warriors do." The captain swallowed hard, no doubt keenly aware that the tribe that had brought him to Garrosh was none other than a troll.And he's standing there now, giggling and licking his lips exaggeratedly.Both Cairne and Garrosh knew that the Darkspear trolls were not cannibals, but apparently the captain didn't. "That's my friend Kane? Bloodhoof," Garrosh continued, not turning to look at Kane, but pointing his thumb behind his shoulder. "He advised me to be magnanimous. And you know, I think he might be right." The captain set his sights on Kane.The old cow was sure that he was as surprised as the human right now.What is Garrosh doing?He has led people to blast the ship into a hive, killing the crew to the few remaining.And now he actually said magnanimity? "Captain, today I showed you the power of the Horde, and I will show you its generosity. It seems that eleven of you survived this... storm." He slightly With a smile, "I'll give you two small boats, and some of your own precious rations. With a little luck, you'll make it to safety. When you get back, tell them what happened here. Tell them Garrosh Hellscream's hands lie with the lives of you and your men today." He didn't say another word, but turned and jumped gracefully back to the deck of the Bone of Mannoroth.He spoke quickly and in a low voice to Tuna, who nodded and began issuing orders to her men. Kane watched as they pulled some supplies and a bucket of fresh water from the hold, and cut the cables to lower the two dinghies.At least Garrosh kept his own grotesque promise.The tauren watched sadly as the humans climbed into the boat and rowed towards Northrend. He looked up and moved his gaze to Garrosh.The orc stood upright, with his hands clasped, and never left his armor from beginning to end—even if he was almost drowned in the storm. Garrosh is a shrewd tactician, a valiant warrior, and beloved by his subordinates. He's also bitter, reckless and quick-tempered, and needs to learn a lot about respect and compassion. Kane will talk to Thrall immediately after returning.Garrosh will be of great benefit to the Horde at a time as unprecedented as Northrend's.Cairne knew, however, that those same qualities would work against the Sons of Grom upon his return to Orgrimmar.Those who only know how to live with a sword are often at a loss after the battle.Cut off from the elements of one's own life, unable to make the best use of one's passions and energies - some people follow old comrades in arms because of relapse of old injuries, some people die in tavern or street brawls instead of falling on the battlefield, or Just survived like a walking dead who lost his soul. Garrosh has too much potential and value to live his life on.Cairne would do anything to prevent such a fate from befalling Grom Hellscream's son. To succeed, however, Garrosh had to be willing.In his fair assessment of the orc now, Cairne wasn't sure Garrosh would cooperate to change his own fate. He looked back at the skiff as it slowly moved away.At least Garrosh spared a few lives, though Cairne secretly speculated that it was his arrogance.Garrosh was desperate to get word of his story to Varian, which would no doubt further irritate the leader. Kane sighed deeply, and turned his head to face the dim but still hanging sun in the Northland.He closed his gray-green eyes and prayed for the guidance of his ancestors. And be patient.Quite a lot of patience.