Chapter 27 Chapter Twenty Six

Amidst the noise, Grom Hellscream's voice was exceptionally clear.The spirits of those who heard his shout were shocked.Rexxar turned, his left-handed ax slashed a gash in the neck of an Alliance soldier, and his right-handed ax slashed another enemy from shoulder to waist.Beside him, Rexxar's war wolf, Harasa, roared and lunged forward, its huge jaws clamping around another warrior's arm.At the same moment, Rexxar heard teeth chewing, bones breaking, and human shouts, as well as the sound of the opponent's long sword falling to the ground.Harasa let go of the broken arm, leaped forward with lightning speed, and bit the opponent's throat.This combination of one man and one wolf is really invincible.

Rexxar glanced sideways and saw Grom Hellscream, Warchief of the Warsong clan, waving his screaming Bloodhowl as he walked among the enemies.The other Warsong warriors followed close behind the chieftain, their battle cries a somber hymn of doom and death. Rexxar was one of the few people present who didn't belong to this clan, but that was unusual for him.He doesn't belong to any clan.At least, a clan that doesn't belong to any tribal banner.Their race, the Moknathar, had always been known for their stubbornness and independence.Their life has always been difficult due to their small numbers and the fact that the ogres are constantly competing with themselves for the residence of the Blade's Edge Mountains.Rexxar has always wanted to tell his father, Leo Rex: the orcs have established the Dark Portal; the Moknathal family, who are always threatened by ogres, may open up a new world that can be lived.But from Leorix's point of view, his son just didn't want to be in his birthplace and fight valiantly to protect his homeland.The purpose of the two is the same, to help their own people; but in the end, Rexxar chose to follow the tribe, and thus severed ties with his father.Now, Harasa is his only relative.

But no matter what, he is still so different. Another human fell.Rexxar looked up, his height advantage allowed him to see farther than other orc warriors.Grom was right - they were not far from the Dark Portal.Between him and his hometown, there are only about a hundred human warriors who are still fighting.Rexxar smiled and raised two hatchets.In front of him, this soldier was nothing at all. In the past few months, the balance of luck has been swinging back and forth between the Alliance and the Horde.For a short time, the Alliance besieged the Horde forces in a small adjoining valley, but that didn't last long.The human soldiers underestimated the astonishing will and bravery of these orcs when they were desperate, so Grom led the orcs out of the siege and regained their freedom.They reunited at a place to the north called Stonard.Here, is the first sentry post established since the Horde passed through the Dark Portal.Despite the unbearable stench of the swamp, it still holds life and water.They established Stonard, by means of which they gradually increased their offensive to plunder the Alliance's supplies, and eventually regained control of the Dark Portal.

The forces of the Alliance and the Horde have been fighting each other.However, this game will eventually come to an end.Grom had decided that now was the time for them to return home.During this time, none of the clans came through the Dark Portal to help them.And, while they are still a formidable force, their numbers are gradually dwindling, while the number of Union soldiers seems to be constantly increasing.Besides, there was that strange device—the device that the orc warlocks were trying to activate.They told Grom that the thing would create a shield that would protect them from harm, making the task of protecting the Dark Portal easier.But the device was designed to destroy, not protect.Someone has made a decision to abandon them on the continent of Azeroth, and Grom Hellscream will never let his people die because of another person's betrayal.Rexxar had said that he wanted to go back with Grom, to face the one who made those decisions, the one who betrayed them.

A human knight rushed towards him, holding his long sword high and shielding him tightly in front of him.However, that soldier didn't include Rexxar's height in his calculation.One of Rexxar's hand axes hit the opponent's shield heavily, and the other ax chopped the opponent's sword aside.The great momentum of his battle ax sank the shield, and the opponent was thrown from the horse.Rexxar raised the twin axes, allowing the opponent to be pierced by the axes.With a ferocious smile on his face, with a roar of war, he pulled out the twin axes from the human body, and straddled the dead soldier with his legs.The unridden steed turned and scurried away from Harasa's fatal bite.

Sometimes it's nice to be a half-ogre. At the edge of his vision, there was something flickering, which came from the inside of the Dark Portal.He only noticed the flicker for a second, but in that short time, he saw the thunder, the rolling dust, the surging waves, and the changing earth.The curtain of the Dark Portal shows that side of the scene, so in the middle of the battle, Rexxar often sneaks away to see what Draenor is like.But what he saw just now was definitely not his hometown.That was an absolute nightmare. Then, another Alliance soldier attacked him, bringing his thoughts back to the battlefield immediately.He easily dealt with that warrior, but another orc not far from him was not so lucky.The orc wore the robes of a sorcerer and was green like most of the Horde.Rexxar is different, as he joined the Horde shortly before the invasion of Azeroth.There are many warlocks here, and some of them are quite powerful, but their dark magic requires casting time, and on the battlefield, the battle situation usually does not give them enough time.

Two fighters attacked the warlock at the same time.Although under the influence of orc magic, one began to panic and flee aimlessly, but another human warrior pierced the orc warlock's chest, but his head was also killed by a warsong orc who followed. Smashed it with a hammer.Now, the sorcerer staggered, one hand pressed to his blood-stained chest, his skin had begun to turn pale, and sweat had begun to form on his brow.Rexxar snorted and shook his head.Obviously this warlock is not suitable for fighting. His movements caught the warlock's attention.The injured orc glared at Rexxar, his face full of disgust and disdain.Then, he moved forward, the other hand stretched forward.

"You!" the warlock yelled. "Mongrel! You're not a real Horde, you're not a real Orc. But you're about to be a real Orc. Come here!" Rexxar turned to stare at him, the surprise in his heart made him not know how to react.What?This warlock insulted him, and then wanted him to help him?Is he insane? However, as the warlock approached gradually, Rexxar saw bursts of green light surrounding the opponent's fingers.He took a quick breath, filled with a sense of dread that was extremely rare for him.No, the warlock didn't want his help.He wanted Rexxar's life.Warlocks can heal themselves by draining the life energy of others.The cost of this process is extremely high, and the cost of a serious injury is usually a life.

But the wound on this orc was absolutely fatal. Rexxar wanted to take a few steps back, but he found himself unable to move.The orcs and humans behind him squeezed back and forth, leaving him no place to retreat.With a roar, he raised two axes, determined to kill the warlock instead of letting himself die in vain.But the orc warlock made a gesture, and Rexxar suddenly knelt down, a burst of indescribable pain swirling around his body. "What's the matter, are you no longer confident in yourself?" The warlock mocked softly.He approached slowly, so close that his breath made Rexxar's skin feel a little hairy.Rexxar writhed in pain, the severe pain made him lose even the strength to struggle and resist. "Does it hurt? Don't worry. Soon you won't be in pain anymore." He raised his hand slowly, as if deliberately prolonging the moment.Rexxar watched helplessly as the gleaming green palm stretched out towards him.He could already feel his energy being drained away, and he was starting to feel tired.

There was an angry howl, followed by a huge black shadow that slammed into the orc warlock. "Harasa! No!" The moment the warlock was distracted, his spell was rendered useless, allowing Rexxar to go free.But it was too late for him.His best mate had knocked the orc warlock aside, but in the process, the orc's hand touched Harasa's thick fur.Rexxar watched his friend tremble.In an instant, the giant wolf began to shrink and fell to the ground.His body turned to ashes and was quickly blown away by the wind. "Ah, I feel better now," said the orc warlock.He stood up and patted his robes.There are still blood stains on his body, but there is no trace of injury in his movements. "Your pet just saved your life," he smiled lewdly at Rexxar.

"Yes," Rexxar replied softly, rotating the two hatchets in both hands. "But who's going to save your life?" He twisted his wrist, his shoulders trembled, and two hatchets slashed down, hitting either side of the orc's head and reaching his chest.Rexxar almost used all his strength this time, and the warlock couldn't help but kneel on the ground after being hit so hard.The ax was still cutting down, and he was in pieces, lying on the blood-soaked ground. Looking at the corpse on the ground, Rexxar took a breath, then looked at the place where Harasa died, the anger in his heart was still surging.He knelt down and placed his palm, still stained with orc blood, on the ground. "I avenged you, old friend," he said softly. "But how I wish you could still stay by my side." He took a deep breath, stood up, turned his anger and sorrow into action, and shouted the name of Chief Warsong. Grom looked up, saw Rexxar, and swung his ax at the orc.Rexxar liked Grom, aside from his brutality and violence, he treated Rexxar the same as he treated other fighters, and treated each other with extra respect.Therefore, he also respected Grom.But now, results are more important than etiquette. "Dark Portal!" Rexxar pointed at the portal and shouted. "Something is wrong!" Grom glanced towards the portal, noticing a group of orcs stumbling towards the portal.At first, Rexxar felt relieved, he thought that the Horde finally sent aid to come here.But then he found that these orcs were seriously injured, their bodies were still bleeding, and the way they moved looked more like running than marching—they seemed to be trying to escape from something.Something from Draenor. "Run!" shouted one of the orcs.He ran straight into a Union soldier, knocking him to the ground.He didn't stop to attack the enemies on the ground, but continued to shout, "Run!" "What's wrong?" Grom asked.Rexxar shrugged, as puzzled as he was.The two of them were still staring at the Dark Portal intently, witnessing the astonishing scene it displayed: one moment it was a crazy scene, the next second it turned into a constantly rotating maelstrom, and then, it was complete darkness. Then, it's gone. In an instant, the stone frame supporting the portal of darkness also began to make a sound.The sound grew louder and louder, and then, its center broke, and the two halves of the roof began to collapse toward the middle, and with a loud bang and a cloud of dust, the two halves came together.Next to fall were the stone pillars on either side.Rexxar quickly lowered his head, covering his mouth with the brim of his hood to avoid choking on the flying dust.Orcs and humans scatter in all directions, trying to escape the chaos and rising debris. "No!" someone began to yell, and all the other cries and groans went around.As for Rexxar, he was completely stupid, just staring at the place where the portal was originally turned into ruins.The Dark Portal - Just Gone?Does that mean they can never go home again?Now, what fate will they face? Fortunately, there was one orc still awake. "Let's regroup!" Grom yelled, slapping Rexxar hard on the shoulder. "You go and gather everyone over there, and I'll take charge of this side! Move towards the mouth of the valley!" Rexxar woke up suddenly, nodded, and quickly walked towards that side.When he was out of the dust, he let go of the hood.He still felt the panic, but forced himself to do what Grom had given him.Every time he saw an orc, he would lead him to Taniguchi.Maybe it was his size, or the ax he swung, or maybe they just desperately needed someone to give them directions.When Rexxar reached the mouth of the valley by himself, Grom also came.All the Horde members still remaining on Azeroth are here.Most of them were as frightened as Rexxar. "Grom! The portal is gone!" one of them wailed. "what should we do?" "So. The portal disappeared. The alliance army is also reorganizing." Grom announced loudly, and he pointed at the humans who were gathering in front of the ruins of the dark portal at this moment. "They think we are prey in their hands. They think we will fail. They think that as long as there is no Dark Portal, we will be helpless. But, they are wrong. Because, we are a unique tribe!" His glowing red eyes scanned the Horde in front of him, and then he raised Bloodhowl. "We headed north, back to Stonenard. We went to find out what happened in our homeland. We went to treat the wounded. That way, we survived." "Then, we will regroup and face humanity again," he roared. "The alliance is approaching. Can they beat us?" Among this group of orcs—rexxar believed that these were the only remaining forces of the orc tribe—a shout of "No!" resounded through the sky.Grom grinned, turned his head away, and opened his black tattooed jaw, shouting his battle roar.Then he marched, and his orcs followed. That night they camped at Stonenard to rest. that one.Grom walked over to an orc curled up by the fire.There was neither dust nor blood on him, and Grom knew all the warriors under his banner.Grom put his big hand on the orc's shoulder, pushed him backwards, straightened his chest, and looked at the orc with surprised eyes.Rexxar stood beside Grom. Grom lifted the orc into the air as easily as a child.The orc kicked hard.Chieftain Warsong closed in on him. "Now," Grom said softly, his face full of anger. "In the name of the ancestors, what happened there?" Trembling, the orc told them both what he knew.The other orcs listened.The only sounds that everyone could hear were the rapid narration of the orc, the crackling of the flames, and the ubiquitous sounds of the swamp at night.The other orcs stared at him blankly, speechless. Finally, after a few minutes, Grom brought himself out of contemplation. "So," he growled, the other orcs had to look aside with sharp eyes, not daring to look directly.Grom straightened up and continued. "Then, we prepare." "Ready?" Rexxar called.Grom's face turned to the half-orc, half-ogre. "Prepare for what, Hellscream? Our whole world is dying. Our people are dead, and we are trapped here forever. No one else. In the name of our ancestors, what can we prepare ?” Rexxar held the battle ax with such great strength that Grom even heard the sound of the stone handle of the ax cracking. "We prepare for the vengeance of the dead!" Grom yelled, and the image of Garrosh burst into his mind again.His son, his heir.My boy, he thought; my boy.dead, like everyone else. "We are the only ones left!" he said, walking in front of the orcs. "Right now, we are the only tribe! If we give up, it means the end of everything we've ever known, everything we've ever cared about! Our race won't go away unless we give up and accept like cowards Death! If Ner'zhul's plans—" "Ner'zhul!" Rexxar yelled, bending down so that his face was directly to Grom's right. "It must be his fault! Who else could tear the world apart? He betrayed us all! He said he would save Draenor, and he ended up destroying the world! " "We don't know that!" Grom insisted. "We know he's using extremely powerful spells to open portals to other worlds. Maybe something went wrong along the way." "It's also possible that everything is going well—just for him!" Rexxar retorted angrily. "Maybe he's just using us, all of us, our world for his own ambitions. That's what Gul'dan used to do, isn't it?" Many of the orcs present began talking in low voices, agreeing— — everyone knows the ins and outs of Gul'dan's betrayal and how much his betrayal cost them in the Second War. "So, who trained Gul'dan?" Rexxar continued. "Who taught him? Ner'zhul! The upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked!" The conversation around them grew louder and angrier.Grom knew he had to stop this before the warriors turned into an angry mob. "That's not important, didn't you see it?" His calmness was in stark contrast to Rexxar's anger. "Should we listen to rumors and rumors at will, and then decide what to do next? Should we mourn those 'ifs', or worry about what is about to happen? Is this what powerful tribes should do?" His eyes wandered among the orcs, taking them all into the conversation.He was glad, for the whispers began to die away, and the orcs began to wait patiently for what he had to say. "We survived! We are in Azeroth, a world full of vitality, food, land and war! We can completely recast the tribe and sweep the world once again!" Some of the orcs began to cheer at what he had said.Grom took advantage of the situation, raised the Howl of Blood, and spun it back and forth above his head, making his statement more powerful with the screeching sound. "Yes, the Alliance army is looking for us," he cried. "Yes, today we are no match for the Alliance. But one day, soon, we will be able to match them! Here we can rest, Reply, make plans for the future. Here we can go on the offensive, as we have done for the last few months. We will be strong again. We will be the marauders again and be their nightmare , Let them be overwhelmed in fear!" He suddenly stopped waving Blood Howl, let it stop above him, and lowered his voice so that the surroundings suddenly became quiet. "And one day, our tribe will rise again, win the real and final victory, defeat humans, and avenge the dead!" The soldiers cheered, jumped, shouted, and held up their weapons.Grom nodded, satisfied.Now, they were once again on the same side as him, united once again. All of them except that one. "You have been betrayed over and over again, each time by another orc who gained leadership, and now, you still want to continue on this old path," Rexxar said softly, but his eyes were full of anger. got angry. "You don't have any reason to continue fighting! If we said that we fought before, it was because we needed to occupy this world in this way to protect our loved ones. But they are all dead! We don't need this world anymore Yes! With the few remaining orcs, you can definitely find a place that humans have never reached, and you can occupy it without shedding a little blood." "Then what glory is there?" cried another orc. Grom nodded. "If there is no battle, then what is the meaning of life?" He questioned Rexxar. "You're a fighter and you understand that! Fighting makes us strong and keeps us sharp!" "Maybe," Rexxar admitted. "But why fight when there is no need? Why do we fight just for the sake of fighting? It's not about saving anyone, or winning anything, even for glory. It's just about satisfying ourselves bloodlust, to satisfy my own need for violence. I've had enough of that. I don't want to be involved." "Coward!" someone yelled.Rexxar narrowed his eyes, straightened his body, and raised his two axes to the height of his shoulders. "Come forward and say it again," he challenged, his voice low. "Stand up, let me see you clearly, and then call me a coward again in front of me! Then I will let you see if I will back down from fighting!" No one moves.After a second, Rexxar shook his head with a sneer on his face. "You are all cowards," he said, leaving the words mercilessly to the orcs. "You dare not live your true selves, dare not leave the shadow of lies and promises that imprison you. You have no courage and no honor. That's why, you cannot be trusted." The orc's shoulders fell . "From now on, I only trust beasts." Grom watched Rexxar leave the crowd with mixed emotions in his heart.Now, when everyone needs to unite the most, how could Rexxar abandon them?But at the same time, who can blame him?Technically, he wasn't part of the Horde, because the Mok'naxal didn't even want to leave the Blade's Edge Mountains.As far as Grom knew, only Rexxar had heeded the Horde's call and fought for the Horde in two wars.And what did this bring him?He lost his world, his people, and even his own dearest wolf warrior companion.It wouldn't be surprising if the Orc felt he had been betrayed. "No one should just leave the tribe!" someone insisted. "We should pull him back by his ears, or kill him!" "He insulted us all!" another orc pointed out. "He should pay for his arrogance!" "We need his strength," retorted a third. "We must not lose him, the price is too great!" "Enough!" Grom yelled, staring at everyone.All opponents fell silent. "Let him go," he ordered. "Rexxar has given a lot to the Horde. Now, let him go alone." "What about us?" asked one of the fighters. "Now, what shall we do?" "We know what to do," Grom replied. "Now, this world is our homeland. Let us live well." Everyone nodded and returned to the fire, discussing future plans, victories and supplies in low voices.Grom watched, and what Rexxar said just now resounded in his heart.A part of Grom wondered if it was possible for them to find again what they had lost so long ago - peace.