Chapter 5 Chapter Four

"Warriors of Warsong, you did it!" Grom held his Gorehowl aloft.Under the sunlight, Gorehowl reflected dazzling light.He leaped forward and swung the ax in a huge arc.Several small holes on the blade near the handle of Gorehowl cut through the air, making a sharp whistling sound that spread throughout the battlefield.Behind him, his warriors are also showing their superb fighting skills, all kinds of screams, whistles and shouts form a real battle song, which is also the name of their clan origin.Many people even began to hum. They didn't pay attention to the lyrics, but rather pursued the consistency and highness of the rhythm. The momentum that stopped the heartbeat not only boosted their morale, but also deterred their enemies.

But this time, their enemies were not deterred.This is partly because many of them don't know what fear is. The first enemy who came within his attack range roared some slogans indistinctly.Gorehowl slashed at his neck, easily and smoothly cutting through his tendons, flesh, and even bones.His head fell off, and his mouth remained the same as when he roared just now, the foam and blood flowing from his lips mixed together.Although the orc tried to swing his hammer before he fell, it was clearly in vain.The green body fell, blood spattering Grom's face.To him, it was just a warm rain of blood.He grinned grimly, sticking out his tongue to lick the enemy's blood on those lips.Now there is one less member of those Bonechewers.

Around him, all the Warsong orcs were trying their best to slaughter the Bonechew orcs.Normally, a Bonechewer's might is enough to make any foe shudder and fear, but Grom was prepared for it. He warned his people, "They are like beasts. They are strong and savage, and they don't know pain. But they have little judgment, and they often don't understand the importance of coordination, Sometimes they don't even consider the consequences at all. They just attack the enemy out of instinct. In comparison, you are much better. Focus your attention, watch your surroundings, work together with the brothers and then we will You can catch them all like the wind blows the grass." And all the Warsong warriors began to cheer.Now it seems that his clansmen can still keep his words in mind, but he himself does not know when they will be occupied by the bloodthirsty and fanaticism in his blood, making them put aside all reason and strategy, just like the current Bonechewers generally only know combat.

In Grom's heart, he could already feel that warm and refreshing feeling.That feeling made his heart beat faster, and his whole body was full of strength.When Gorehowl sliced ​​an orc straight from shoulder to hip again, Grom felt the pleasure and anger in his heart almost reach the full point.He was almost out of his mind, lost all sense of judgement.Now all he wanted was to succumb to that power's grip, to lose himself in the song of battle, in the joy of death, destruction, and victory. But he won't.He was none other than Grom Hellscream, Chieftain of the Warsong clan.He has his duty, and this duty requires him to fulfill it with peace of mind.

His vision blurred, and he noticed some movement in front of him.A sturdy orc in front of him lifted one of his people and flung it towards a group of Warsong warriors gathered in front of him.He then grabbed a fallen orc and twisted one of his arms to use as a makeshift, dripping "warhammer."This is the man Grom was looking for.Chief Warsong, wanting to close the gap between them, began cutting at any Bonechewers that stood in his way, and motioned for his fellow Warsongs to move out of the way for him.At last, he and the orc could talk almost face to face. "Halkan!" he yelled, waving Gorehowl to clear a clearing.The sound of blood roaring through the air resounded across the battlefield. "Halkan Skullsplitter!"

"Grom!" Chief Bonechewer called back, holding up his still-twitching arm. "Look, I have your Warsong orc in my hands! But, only a part of it." Harkan laughed loudly, spit and stars splashing in his mouth. "Halkan, give up! If you don't surrender, I'll kill all the Bonechewers!" Grom demanded. Halkan raised the severed arm in his hand in response, and around him the many Bonchewers fell silent, waiting to see what their leader had to say.He said unexpectedly calmly, "Could it be that you really think we are afraid of death?" "I know you are not afraid. But if you have the opportunity to slaughter humans to your heart's content on the continent of Azeroth, why would you waste your youth and kill us here?"

Skullsplitter turned his head slightly, "Azeroth? I said Grom, don't you remember? The Portal of Darkness has been destroyed." He smiled, and from that smile we can see that he has Many broken teeth. "Ha, is it because you never had a chance to set foot in Azeroth, and then it fooled you?" Grom's head seemed to have been slammed, and his eyes suddenly turned red.He wished he could get the sarcasm off his face, Gorehowl would have been better if possible.But he knew that Halkan was just prodding him.So he tried his best to suppress his anger that was about to explode.

He retorted, "You don't stand a chance just the same." Grom gritted his teeth to keep himself from shouting the words out loud. "But now we have a chance. Ner'zhul says he can open the Dark Portal again, and the Horde can return to that world to continue our unfinished business of conquering Azeroth." Halkan laughed, a low laugh at first, then a high-pitched laugh. "Ner'zhul! That damned old shaman! He messed us up, then he ran away and hid. Now he wants us to obey him again? Again? What do we get out of it?" Grom replied, "A chance to slaughter humans—lots and lots of humans, a chance to win glory, and a chance to conquer that very fertile land." He pointed around.Unlike most of Draenor, Nagrand is as lush and lush as ever, perhaps because the warlike Bonchewers have no problems with warlocks.Still, Grom was sure that the entire Bonechewer clan, like the rest of the orcs, was always looking for new enemies.

"So what do we need to do?" Halkan asked, still holding the severed arm of the Warsong orc in his hand.Grom narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking that perhaps the Skullsplitter had finally regained his sanity from the bloodthirsty grip.He's lost several good warriors today, and it would be great if he could win over Skullsplitter without risking the lives of the rest of the Warsong.It's not like he's watching his people being torn to pieces and doing nothing about it. "Two things. First, you and your clan need to promise your loyalty to Ner'zhul, obey his orders, and fight alongside other clans instead of fighting each other."

Halkan snorted, "If you can find us other enemies, we'll leave the rest of you alone," he promised. "You'll surely have enough enemies to keep you busy," Grom assured him.He gripped his ax again, because he didn't think Halkan would take the request lightly. "Ner'zhul needs something." Then he pointed. Halkan looked down, he looked lost.But he frowned when he realized that Grom was referring to the skeleton hanging from his neck.It was the head of an orc, white with years of exposure, with a deep chisel in the middle of the bone. Chief Bonechewer said, "No. I can't give him this." He put a hand on the ornament as if to protect it. "This is no ordinary head, this is the head of Gul'dan."

"Are you really that sure?" Grom replied, hoping to make the other party start to question. "I heard that he died in Azeroth." Halkan replied, "Indeed." "According to others, he was torn to pieces by demons on an island that he raised from the sea. In fact, he died of his own pride and his own fear of power. quest." He laughed. "But at least one of the orc warlocks with him survived. He escaped from the temple. On his way to escape, he found the remains of Gul'dan - only torn into pieces It’s just fragments.” Skullsplitter shrugged and continued, “Even if it’s a dead body, those residues, especially his head, still have energy, or at least this warlock thinks so. So he took Gul’dan’s head Back." He laughed and said, "Haha, Gul'dan returned to Draenor in the end." Grom asked, "So how did you get it?" Halkan shrugged again and said, "One of the warriors killed it and took the head for himself. Or if there were other warriors who did the same thing in between, that doesn't matter. What matters is When I saw it, I knew it belonged to me, and now it is with me." He smiled and said, "Also, I will not leave it. Not for Ner'zhul, nor for anyone." Grom nodded, "I understand." He suddenly began to attack, the movement is so light.While he was leaping forward, Gorehowl had already cut through.But Halkan is also an experienced fighter, and he now has rare clarity of thought.He leaned sideways, the blow of the ax passing through his shoulder.He turned around and punched Grom on the cheek with his prodigious fist, causing him a sharp pain.Halkan picked up the hammer dropped by an orc he had just killed and swung it at Hellscream.Grom stepped aside, the hammer barely touching his chest.Grom struck again with Gorehowl in his hand, and the ax slashed the upper part of Halkan's right arm, slicing open his arm. Grom was well aware of the orcs gathered around him.They were all anxiously waiting to see who would win the duel.Grom knew that he couldn't be distracted thinking about the result of this contest, let alone whether he would win, all he knew was to focus on the battle. Halkan is a respectable foe.Whether it is his bulk or his agility, he is on par with Orgrim Doomhammer.He thought to himself that Halkan was not a fool, but a cunning and resourceful warrior, who could even see through his opponent's next move.This was amply confirmed when the Skullsplitter swung another hammer and followed closely, then landed a vicious blow to Grom's chest with both fists. But now Halkan is no longer sober.Grom could already see his opponent's eyes rolled up, his lips slightly frothed.Chief Bonechewer's breathing was getting heavier, and his strikes were stronger, but less controlled.Grom can dodge or block his opponent's savage attacks with ease, despite the great effort required.Grom grinned grinningly, showing all his teeth. He felt the bloodthirsty desire in his heart rise again, trying to control him as he controlled Halkan.But Grom won't allow that to happen.He is his own master, and he cannot let bloodthirsty control him. Now is the time to end it all.Grom dodged another Halkan attack, took a deep breath, and slammed his head hard into the opponent's face. He opened his jaws so wide that he let out a deafening howl, which by comparison was like a bass foil to Halkan's roar.Halkan covered his bleeding ears and knelt down on the ground.Blood spurted from his nostrils and eyes, and his gaping mouth began to bleed.Grom swung Gorehowl, cutting off Halkan's head in a smooth arc, and his legendary battle cry gradually turned into a triumphant laugh. Halkan's body, especially his arms, was still swinging.The body suddenly stopped moving, as if listening to something with other senses, and then fell straight forward to the ground.His body fell there, twitching slightly. Grom looked at it, smiled, and kicked his body over.Fortunately, his booty did not suffer any loss.He stared at the head for a long time, thinking of Gul'dan, Ner'zhul, and everything that had happened in the past few years.Then he pulled a thick cloth bag from his belt and draped it over Gul'dan's skull, keeping the creepy thing safe. Before Grom left, Talon Gorefiend had warned him not to make any direct contact with the head.Although Grom did not like or trust the death knight, he heeded his warning.Gul'dan had been so dangerous in life that Grom could imagine that even his relics would hold great power. Grom stood up, holding Gorehowl in one hand and the cloth bag in the other.He looked at the orcs assembled in front of him, and asked loudly, "Who will be in charge of the bonechewing orcs now?" A tall, muscular young orc stepped out.He wore a belt decorated with an orc's back, and a pair of bracers hewn from the remnants of an ogre's back, and carried a heavy mace on his shoulder.He said proudly, "I am Taga Spinebreaker, and I lead the Bonechewer clan." Before he turned to Grom, he stared at Halkan's body for a long time. Grom pointed to the bag in his hand and asked, "I have taken the head of Gul'dan. Taga Spinebreaker, now I ask you: do you want to join us, or do you want to join us?" End up with Harkan?" The new chieftain hesitated, "Grom Hellscream, before I answer you, I have a question for you. You asked us to follow Ner'zhul, but why did you do that? I remember you saying this All troubles are of his own making." Grom thought to himself that the barbarian wasn't as stupid as he looked, so he decided to tell him the answer. "Indeed, it's because he handed over control to that traitor and allowed Gul'dan to do whatever he wanted without interfering, which caused all these troubles today." He pointed to the head in his hand. "But before that, Ner'zhul was always a wise man, and he gave the clan a lot of good advice, and he was the first to establish the tribe." He continued, "It was because he swore to reopen the Dark Portal that I chose to follow him. I should have had the opportunity to set foot in Azeroth and kill those humans, but Gul'dan stopped me. And now, I will have such a chance." He laughed and said, "Someone told Ner'zhul that the head of Gul'dan was necessary to reopen the Dark Portal. Gul who rejected me before Dan, now became the key to giving me this opportunity, what an irony. And this is why I chose to follow Ner'zhul." "Now, the power to choose is in your hands. Rejoin the tribe, or—" He held up Gorehowl again, turned around a few times, and let out a piercing scream, as if it were an uninterrupted song of blood and chaos elegy. "We will kill all of you, even those babies who are still in their infancy. Now, make a decision." He raised his head, roared, and overwhelmed the chief in front of him with overwhelming momentum.Behind Grom, the warriors of Warsong began to chant, all the while stomping their feet or brandishing their weapons to build up the momentum, until the whole earth shook for it. Grom licked his lips, raised his battle axe, and looked into Taga's eyes, "What is your choice?" He roared, "Bloodhowl wants to make the battle song sound again .So will it taste human blood, or you Bonchewers?"