Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 155: 53. Forged in Fury: The Birth of a Warrior - [Error and Update]

The entire Warsong Orcish Land was flooded with blood. The Mag'har warriors, led by their fearless war chief, had just concluded their assault on the outskirts, rescuing thousands of Warsong Orcs who had been imprisoned and humiliated for refusing to drink blood, and had defeated and killed the same number of Demon-Blooded Orcs.

The Warsong Clan's battle flag fell on its ancestral land, stained and defiled in a pool of blood. This was the first time it had suffered such treatment in the hundreds of years of the Warsong Clan's existence.

Garrosh, who fought in this fierce battle, was standing on the battlefield outside the earthquake. He was leaning on his bloody battle axe and watching the place where he was born being destroyed and razed to the ground under his own orders. In addition to the anger left by the battle, there was also an indelible pain in his heart.

But this pain has now been directed in the right direction.

Gul'dan, Blackhand, and that man.
That monster-like man!

He should have been the protector and formidable leader of the Warsong Clan, but instead, his narrow pursuit of power and victory led his clan into corruption.

That green-skinned beast has no right to call himself "Warsong Chieftain", and Grom Hellscream has no right to wield Gorehowl!
"Surrender! We surrender!"

Weak shouts were heard from the front. As the earthquake's vibrations subsided a little, many demon-blooded orcs rushed out from the ruins of the fortress that had been destroyed and collapsed by the earthquake. They were shouting and yelling, and among them were some warlocks who were dizzy with fear of being trapped and slaughtered.

Garrosh, his body covered in blood, stared at these guys expressionlessly.

They have the same body as himself, but their green skin and blood-red eyes are so dazzling. The fact that they are hiding in the Chief's Fortress shows that these guys are warriors of the Warsong Clan.

So everyone on the battlefield looked at Garrosh. He also felt the gazes and waiting of the warriors. He raised his hand, and immediately an orc hunter holding a bow took aim at the greenskin who was rushing towards him to surrender.

"Garrosh, don't be impulsive!"

Gaiara, whose battle axe was also covered in blood, whispered:
"perhaps."

"They were no longer my people when they drank the demon blood. They tarnished the war song tattoos on their bodies."

Garrosh murmured:
"We have rescued all those who were unwilling to drink blood. Before the attack, we asked them to surrender, but they insisted on persisting for 'glory', so let's give them 'glory'.

Bah, what a waste of this good word."

The brown arm with gauntlets swung down fiercely, and the sharp arrows flew out of the position, shooting down all the greenskins rushing over. This scene scared the greenskins in the ruins of the fortress who wanted to drop their weapons, and made the warlocks even more noisy.

"Grom's monster son wants to kill us all! Don't be foolish, pick up your weapons and prepare to fight back!"

"Oh, they actually have the nerve to call me a 'monster'."

Garrosh sneered and raised his battle axe. He rushed out first and killed a demon guard who crawled out of the ruins with a flick of his sword. At this time, the earthquake summoned by Drek'Thar and Ner'zhul was coming to an end. The earth was still shaking but it no longer affected the battle.

"Garrosh is right. These green-skinned monsters have tarnished our 'honor'! Pure orcs will never serve as dogs for demons! Orcs will never be slaves! Warriors of the Mag'har, chop down those green-skinned monsters!"

Griselda was also very brave.

While Garrosh led his troops into Chieftain Grommash's fortress, she also led the pure warriors of the Blackrock Clan to flank and attack the already chaotic enemy formation.

Although the Daughter of Blackhand is arrogant and cunning, she agrees very much with Garrosh's words today. She also hates the word "glory" very much. She feels that "glory" has been abused by the orcs a long time ago!
There’s nothing wrong with the word itself!
There is no standard of "glory" between clans. Thinking that all good things are glory will obviously cause individual cognitive bias.

Now even the corrupted greenskins who drank the devil's blood and served as dogs for the devil are shouting glory. This is simply a joke of the greenskins! Just like the war tribe established by his reckless father at the instigation of the Shadow Council is a joke.

They actually need to drink the devil's blood before they dare to start a war
Pooh!
Just a bunch of cowards.

When I unify the orc civilization, I will definitely abolish those pathetic customs and clearly define what "glory" is. Without a clear moral standard, people will certainly be confused when faced with choices. Of course, "loyalty to the Warchief" is definitely the core content of the "Mag'har Creed of Glory"!

Thinking of this, she swung the hammer in her hand without delay. While the Gronn controlled by Yorin Deadeye was pounding the ground and killing demons from behind, she blew the head of the greenskin warlord who was rushing in front of her, and then rode the armored wolf to rush towards the area where the warlocks were.

She was really fed up with these warlocks who were jumping around. The orcs had reached this point today because of these bastards who were eager to create chaos in the world.

But someone is faster than her!
In the huge ruins of the fortress, the ferocious-looking warlock smashed forward with Shadow Fury, but the young Mag'har beheaded himself and leaped up, killing the warlock with a whirlwind slash on the ground. He then intimidated the enemy with the iconic loud roar of the Hellscream family. He raised his axe and chopped left and right, and all the green-skinned guys in his eyes were chopped to the ground by him.

Warlocks will never sit idly by and wait for death.

Long before the earthquake destroyed the defenses, they had gathered in the Chieftain's Fortress in Grommashar and began their evil summons. They were very sensitive to demons and fel energy. Even though they had no specific news about the Wilds of Gorgrond, they sensed the activity of fel energy in Draenor when large numbers of demons entered this world.

This is their last chance to escape.

So after Garrosh killed the warlocks on the periphery and joined forces with Griselda, they rushed into the depths of the Chieftain's Fortress, where they were greeted by a large army of demons rushing out of the portal.

They are not the Withered Demon Army under the Polluter, but the most orthodox demons.

Higher up in the fortress, there are a large number of warlocks summoning demon lords. They sacrifice many orc civilians who are unwilling to obey here, and let those dead bodies become blood food for cruel hellhounds, turning this originally sacred and solemn place into a disgusting devil's cave.

This scene made Garrosh and Gaiara grit their teeth and even Griselda spat in disgust.

"These greenskins are crazy."

The Blackhand Daughter held the hammer in both hands and whispered:

"They still wear green human skin, but their souls have already taken on the shape of demons. Do you see? Gaiara, these are the 'people' you want to save! Their hearts have been torn apart by demons and filled with something even more vicious.

These guys are beyond saving!

All greenskins must be killed, or there will be no peace for the Orcs."

Garrosh did not answer. He stepped forward with his axe in the sticky blood, alarming the hellhounds that were devouring corpses. These hideous creatures howled and pounced on the young Mag'har, and were then hacked to death by the other side with axes. Gaiara wanted to go up to help but was stopped by Griselda.

The Black Hand's Daughter shook her head and said:
"Don't go over there! His mind is filled with anger and pain. The crystal sent by the Draenei has turned him into a killing machine that can survive only on rage. If you go over there now, he will attack you too.

The bloodline of the Hellscream family is truly terrifying.

Let's back out.

This is Garrosh's own 'trial'; he will personally cleanse the stench of shame from his glorious homeland."

"But how can he stand up to so many demons alone?"

Gaiara scolded:

"Are you taking this opportunity to eliminate your competitors? We agreed not to fight among ourselves until the warring tribe is defeated!"

"Are you stupid? Do you think Grom Hellscream will be frightened by these demons? Will he die at the hands of these demons?" Griselda asked.
"If Grom won't fail, then neither will Garrosh! This guy is going to challenge Grom later. If he can't even deal with these weak demons, how can he be qualified to be the war leader?

A coward who witnesses the death and suffering of his clan but lacks the courage to seek revenge might as well commit suicide on the spot.

Just like you!
Gayara, if I hear you say those weak words again on the battlefield, you won't have to be the 'Great Prophet' anymore. I will strangle you, this shameful battle sister, with my own hands! Remember, your mercy should be reserved for your own people, and those greenskins are now the enemy!

At this point, Griselda lowered her voice and said:
"He's crying while fighting. Let's go. He definitely doesn't want us to see him in such an embarrassing situation, but it's not his fault. He did a good job today. Who doesn't feel sad sometimes?"

"Ah."

Gaiara looked at Garrosh with some worry. He had already rushed into the demons and started a storm of slaughter. She silently put the cold steel battle axe on her back and left here with Griselda.

Deep in the ruins of Chieftain Grommash's fortress, where only one man remained, Garrosh continued to hack and kill.

Although the daughter of Black Hand spoke rudely, she was very observant. Young Hero Hou was really shedding tears of weakness while fighting.

He personally destroyed the ancestral land of the Warsong Clan. For an orc who values tradition, this was an act tantamount to "destroying his entire clan". Even a famous swordsman like Lantresor Burning Blade couldn't hold back, not to mention that Garrosh was just strong but not yet an adult.

It was difficult for him to calmly accept what he had done today, but he knew he had done nothing wrong.

Grom Hellscream left this mess to him, but he couldn't just give up. He had to shoulder the future of the Warsong Clan and even the Mag'har orcs. He couldn't be satisfied with being a violent coward like Grom. He had to find a way to solve the problem.

Young Garrosh Hellscream didn't know what to do now, but he believed that he would find the answer sooner or later.

Yes, just like what Saint Diakum, who guided him on the battlefield of Highmaul, said, as long as he did not stop moving forward, the road would continue to extend under his feet.

Facing the green-skinned orcs that rushed towards him one after another, Garrosh swung his battle axe numbly, not caring about the injuries on his body. Every wound made his rage burn more fiercely, almost wrapping around his body and weapon as if it were alive.

Around his neck hung a crystal gem given by the Draenei.

That was the Heart of Wrath, one of the seven crystals of Ata'mar given by Archbishop Nairi. It was a truly priceless treasure, specially loaned to Garrosh to retake the Warsong ancestral land.

This blood-red crystal materialized his rage, allowing him to more clearly perceive the power of a warrior and more easily launch murderous attacks beyond his life level. This thing is also a tactical wonder. It can form an aura of rage, making the warriors around Garrosh as furious as him and their morale locked.

When they reached the depths of the ruins, Garrosh's murderous aura was so ferocious that the warlocks holding weapons trembled and retreated continuously. They felt as if they were facing Grom Hellscream, who was full of murderous intent.

A younger, more determined, and more talented Grom Hellscream!
win?
Oh, with such a monster in front of them, how can these scared warlocks win?
"boom"

The portal that had been maintained by the warlocks exploded with a loud bang, causing the warlock next to the portal to scream as his life force was drained away.

Their souls were screaming, but then they were grabbed by the ferocious Fel Lord, who was waving a flaming whip in his hand, and as he swung it, ferocious hellhounds rushed out from the fel rifts.

"I am the 'King of Hellhounds'! Lord Hakkar has arrived, you ridiculous insect! You look so miserable with your face covered in tears, and what are you planning to do with a terrifying axe?
Kneel down!

Obeying the Legion is your only way out."

The arrogant Fel Lord looked down at Garrosh who was standing alone before him. Corpses were scattered behind him, making the place smell of blood frighteningly strong.

Garrosh also looked at the arrogant demon in front of him.

It seems to be a demon boss. When he appeared, he drained the warlock's life and soul. He should be a formidable enemy.

He had heard from Yolin that warlocks needed to continuously offer souls as sacrifices to summon such a demon lord. Therefore, the massacre caused by the warlocks of the Shadow Council in the ancestral land of the Warsong Clan was to summon this guy.

The souls of his innocent people were devoured by it.

Facing the arrogant fool, Garrosh wiped away his tears.

This was the last time he shed tears.

He would leave all his weakness and naivety in the fortress where he was born, buried deep in the ruins. Garrosh the Exile was dead, and from now on the only one who would survive was Garrosh the Mag'har Warchief.

Saint Diakme told him that he needed to find a moral principle that he could uphold throughout his life, and he found it!

As long as the demonic blood corruption of the orc civilization does not dissipate, his battle axe will never stop fighting!

From then on, his whole life will be lived for this goal, and all his anger will burn for this ideal.

Garrosh gripped his axe tighter, studying the massive figure before him.

Much smaller than a gronn.

It's a pity, because his ancestor was a good warrior famous in Draenor for hunting Gronn, and was nicknamed "Giant Slayer".

Although much smaller than a Goron, it is the perfect target for one's coming-of-age ceremony.

In a trance, Garrosh saw the spirits floating in the darkness around him. They were the spirits of the ancestors of the Warsong Clan. They floated in this place full of corpses and shame, in this place where all traditions were destroyed and all glory was abandoned, and they looked at the son of Grom Hellscream indifferently.

No one cheered for him, no one blessed him.

The ancestors were filled with disappointment because of the decline of their descendants, but their appearance here meant that they still had hope.

Then
"boom"

The young brown-skinned orc leaped up, gripping his battle axe in both hands and chopped at the ferocious demon.

Following the fighting instinct coursing through his veins, he aimed at the opponent's ferocious head, burning all his anger and pouring all his strength into this blow. Under the gaze of the ancestral spirits, he shouted out that classic battle cry.

“Lok-tar ogar!!!”

Ps:

I must have made a mistake in the chapter about the artifact panel. The chapter remarks were supposed to be free, but I don't know why it was charged. It's so annoying. I'll add more chapters to apologize, but since I've already added it, I might as well add the ones I've accumulated in the past few days.

Sorry, everyone, I made a mistake.

(End of this chapter)