Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 792.5. The Helplessness and Sorrow of Young Xiaohou

Garrosh Hellscream stood beside his ancestral graveyard, staring with a helpless yet resentful gaze at Highmaul, which hovered above the clouds not far away.

He didn't know what those cannibals were up to, but he was certain that another part of Head of State Margok's "conspiracy" had succeeded.

As a young orc with a very old-fashioned style, Garrosh always suspected that the ogres were plotting something harmful to their people behind the scenes. You can't blame him for having a persecution complex, mainly because in the orc legends that Garrosh heard when he was a child, ogres always appeared as "major villains".

Moreover, in the history of Draenor, before the arrival of the Draenei, the conflict between orcs and ogres was one of the main themes of this world.

Margok is a very dangerous opponent!

Leaning against his father's tombstone, Little Roar pondered with a blade of grass in his mouth. He thought that if the orcs and ogres were to go to war again in the future, he would have to come up with a plan to take down that cunning ogre leader in the shortest possible time.

However, his current level of skill development is clearly insufficient to give him a decisive advantage in a one-on-one duel against Margok.

The ogre overlord had good fortune in Azeroth; his studies at the Nassaras Academy allowed him to master many dangerous spells far exceeding the level of magic in Draenor. To eliminate him in the decapitation operation, a more perfect plan must be devised.

Little Roar squinted as he pondered and deduced in his mind, and finally he thought of the "Spellbreaker" unit unique to Quel'Thalas.

In the previous demon wars, Garrosh had fought alongside the Spellbreakers several times.

He was impressed by those special warriors who wore heavy armor, wielded spellbreakers and heavy shields, and whose spellbreakers, who could see the magic lines with the naked eye and easily create "magic-suppressing" effects with arcane magic, were the natural enemies of all spellcasters.

If I can train a group of orcish spellbreakers within the Mag'har tribe, then I might have a chance to gain an absolute advantage in a potential ogre war.

Of course, Xiaohou also knew that he was being a bit of an overreaction.

Given the current situation in Draenor, it is highly unlikely that there will be any more large-scale wars between orcs and ogres.

They moved to the Azeroth region. Although they remained independent entities, because "The Ruthless" Kalecgos was slumbering in the heart of Draenor, everything that had happened in the world of Azeroth would most likely be repeated in Draenor.

In other words, perhaps in the future, ogres and orcs will become the backbone of the "Saviors of Draenor," and if that happens, he and Margok will become comrades who need to trust each other.

But knowing this is one thing; as an outstanding warrior who aims to become the strongest warrior in the starry sea, Xiaohou must regard every powerful figure he encounters as his hypothetical enemy.

Little Roar even simulated his battle with Saint Diakum.

It's not the current Lord of Dawn, but the fanatical vigilant from the Orc Wars, but every simulation has been disappointing.

Even though Grommash Hellscream, with the combined power of Heart of Wrath, Lightforged Body, and Bloodhowl Battleaxe, had already approached the level of a demigod, he still had to admit that he was no match for the fanatical Vigilant he once was.

His opponent had a significant lead over him in combat skills and experience.

Most importantly, it is the blessing of the Force.

This is clearly Xiaohou's weakness.

After all, as a warrior, it was difficult for him to clearly connect with a particular Force. However, Garrosh had his own adventures in Azeroth. He had a brief conversation with the Nightsworn and learned from Lady Tyrande that the warrior class was a derivative of the Force of Life.

Therefore, if one wants to pursue the blessings of the Force, one must seek the moral principles of life.

In this respect, those who are vigilant are their own best teachers.
"Ah, another lunch break wasted."

Xiao Hou sighed, turned around and patted his father's tombstone, saying:
"You still don't intend to see me. Fine, perhaps it's because my growth doesn't satisfy you. I won't be coming for the next few days. Gaia Anzong and Lady Draka are summoning the Mag'har orcs to Galadar for a meeting."

The war is about to begin again.

But this time it's not out of hatred. We promised the Eredar that when they begin their war of reconquest, the children of Draenor would follow them to the land of Argus.

We have confirmed that Argus, which once caused great disturbance to our world and is hated by the wild will of life, is there. For our world, for our vows, and for the complete defeat of the demons, we must go to Argus and complete this epic war.

I heard that the Moonlit War God of the Force of Life will also be participating in the battle, which may be an opportunity for me to better understand the meaning of life.

When I return victorious
When I return stronger, I will come again and wait to meet you again.

I have many questions about combat that I would like to ask you.

As a family member, I also have many things on my mind that I want to seek your advice on. After all, in the legends of the older generation of orcs, you seemed to have been highly sought after by women back then.”

At this point, Xiao Hou sighed with a hint of frustration and said:
“I need to learn some lessons from you, Dad. How do I make a choice between Gaiara and Griseda?”

They are all formidable warriors and outstanding women. Just like the love story between Chieftain Durotan and Lady Draka, I believe that each of them can add a lot of brilliance to my life.

But the problem is.
Ah, what a tragic fate.

Growl rubbed his temples, feeling somewhat embarrassed as he recalled that damned drunken night when he, Gaiara, and Griselda were resting in Razorfen Downs after the victory in the Demon War.

And then there's the meddlesome Titan of Life, Eonar, whose life tides she casts on Azeroth clearly have an aphrodisiac effect.

This reproduction requirement, originally intended to help the world overcome its crisis of attrition, has instead caused immense harm to Garrosh, who was merely passing through Azeroth.

After that terrible and crazy night, the three of them maintained a rather absurd tacit understanding after waking up the next morning, and neither of them took the initiative to talk about it.

But it was a thorn in his side, always making Xiaohou uneasy.

In truth, at his core, Garrosh is a very innocent orc. He never imagined that one day he would fall into such a damn "love triangle".

What's even more terrifying is that because the three of them had that deadly drunken debauchery during a period when the tides of life were at their peak, Xiao Hou was worried that he might suddenly have two or more sons or daughters after a while.

The problem is that he has only just come of age, and because he lacked a father figure when he was young, Xiaohou is very resistant to these things. He knows that he is not ready to be a father at all.

He also believed that Gaiara and Griselda were absolutely not ready to be mothers.

But fate is so unpredictable.
This matter troubled Xiaohou so much that he had little interest in honing his martial arts skills, and because of its privacy and shame, he couldn't even find someone to confide in.

He could only come to the ancestral land of the Hellscream family, trying to find the spirit of his father's ancestors.

Lord Blackhand of Maldraxxus explicitly told him that his father was very likely a member of the ancestral spirits. However, the problem was that Garrosh was not a shaman and did not possess the arcane arts to summon the ancestral spirits, so he could only come here to try his luck.

In reality, this is more like an escape.

If this were a war, Garrosh might be deserting for the first time.

It's not his fault.

The main problem is that this is not a conflict or dispute that can be resolved with blades and battle axes, and it is not a combat mode that Xiaohou is familiar with at all. He doesn't even know how to face the two female warriors who were once regarded as close comrades-in-arms.

For a few days, Xiaohou, who wanted to drown his sorrows in alcohol, even felt like he was a truly awful person.

They are unable to be focused, and they dare not take responsibility afterward.

He even became depressed.

"Garrosh, I knew I'd find you here." Yorin Deadeye's shout rang out from the sky, causing Garrosh, who was incessantly pouring out his heart to his father's tombstone, to look up.

His good comrade-in-arms, Yolin, rode an enslaved armored giant bat, circling as it descended from the sky. This ferocious monster was a trophy he had acquired during the Demon War, but Yolin was not actually satisfied with this savage bat.

The mounts that ambitious Blood Ring warlocks truly desire are those rare Scorched Hounds with wings of shadow or flame.

Those demonic beasts with immense potential, even capable of growing into demigods, are the vehicles and combat servants that Yorin Deadeye desires. He is an idealistic warlock who has learned many Void Arcane Arts from the Shadow Chaser Order, and is no longer bound by enslaving ordinary demons for combat.

In Yolin's words, if he only cared about combat power, wouldn't it be more convenient to form a contract with a Warrior Bug or a Thunder Beast from the Shadow Chaser swarm?
To be a high-quality warlock with ideals, taste, and style, one must pursue excellence in every aspect. For example, all the demonic war pets one enslaves must be unique and possess formidable potential.

Otherwise, how could the Mag'har orcs' talent in the path of warlocks be truly demonstrated?
You know, "fashionability" is the primary criterion for many young people when choosing a career!
What's been going on with you these past few days?

Jorin jumped down from the giant bat, holding a warlock's staff made from the spine of Ereduin, and hanging his most prized youthful version of Gul'dan's skull at his waist. He used a "Shadow Chaser" spellbook wrapped in chains as his spellcasting tool. Although he was young, he already had the demeanor of a "warlock master".

He dragged his leg, which had been damaged in the war and replaced with a lightforged prosthetic, and stepped forward to pound Garrosh's chest, saying:
"Dranosh told me that you haven't been to the training grounds in Vahallo these past few days. Samuro, who promised to help you hone your combat skills, is very unhappy. He claims that you are wasting your precious talent and time."

If you miss a few more Fireblade training sessions, Samuro might have to convene a Sword Saint Tournament to strip you of your Sword Saint title.

and"

As a spellcaster, Yolin's senses were very sharp. He circled the small, chaotic-looking creature a few times and said suspiciously:

"You're clearly caught in a terrible mental breakdown. Has something happened to you? We're practically brothers, and you're still hiding things from me? We've been through so much with the devil, don't you trust this kind of friendship?"

"No, I...sigh."

Little Roar squatted dejectedly beside his father's tombstone, even pulling out a dwarf pipe and putting it in his mouth, which made Yorin's eyes widen.

The consumption of tobacco damages the heart and lungs. Outstanding warriors would not allow themselves to indulge in such a harmful habit. Garrosh once held himself to the highest standards, even though his Lightforged Body and Heart of Wrath allowed him to ignore the damage caused by such consumption. Although powerful warriors in Azeroth would use tobacco to quickly calm their minds caused by anger, Garrosh never touched such things.

How come my good brother has become so dejected after only half a month?

Now Jolin truly realized the seriousness of the problem.

He leaned closer and kept asking questions, even swearing on his clan that he would not reveal Garrosh's secrets. After much questioning and even using a little "Void trick," Garrosh reluctantly revealed his troubles.

Even though Yolin was mentally prepared, he couldn't help but stomp his foot after hearing Xiaohou's exaggerated "relationship history".

He cursed:
"Gayara is the daughter of the Frostwolf. Although Chieftain Durotan died on the battlefield, he was resurrected by Blackhand and is now the Death Baron of Maldraxxus. Lady Draka is an orc hero who is temporarily serving as Chieftain of Mag'har."

You're bullying someone's daughter; be careful, or the Death Knight might come knocking on your door seeking revenge.

And Griselda
Are you crazy?
Why did you provoke her?
That woman is a terrifyingly power-hungry madwoman. She is not lacking in intelligence, and she will definitely use this to blackmail you into becoming a member of her faction later.

Good heavens, you've already had physical relations with the two most troublesome women in Draenor. No wonder you've fallen so low. Anyone would be tossing and turning in bed in your place.

"You're really something else, my brother. If I'd known something like this would happen that night, I should have left you in Ratchet to recover. The goblin area is noisy, but at least you wouldn't have lost your virginity."

"Stop making sarcastic remarks."

Xiao Hou exhaled a smoke ring, looking exasperated, and said:

"Can't you make a decision? If not, shut up! I'm really annoyed right now. I had a nightmare last night where Grisada came to my door with three kids, and I was in Gaiara's bed at the time."
Blanch!

"Uh"

What ideas could Yolim possibly have?
This lame warlock has never even been in a relationship.

But as everyone knows, the less experienced a boy is, the more likely he is to offer his outrageous opinions on such matters.

Yolin, true to his spellcasting prowess, possessed an incredibly sharp associative ability. He organized his thoughts and said to Roar:
"I don't think this is a problem. You don't have to choose between the two. Look, let's not talk about things far away, let's just talk about things happening around us."

Vigilant!
Right? They use so many fancy tricks.

Not to mention Archbishop Nelly, the twins are sisters. They've maintained inappropriate relationships with three ladies for years, but that didn't stop them from ascending to godhood.

Moreover, these stories have become legendary tales in Azeroth.

I heard there was an elven bard who loved watching the drama unfold, and he even wrote a poem specifically for this, well, tolerant love story. As a result, the Lightforged Warband's rangers came knocking on his door and invited him for tea.

"Bullshit! How can we orcs be compared to those Eredar? Am I on the same level as the Vigilant? They're so eloquent, I can't even sing a song properly."

Garrosh glared at the beaming Yorin and scolded:

"From the moment the Shadowmoon Clan was born, the orcs have praised unwavering love above all else. From the perspective of traditional culture, someone like me would be a promiscuous bastard who should be hanged."

“I didn’t ask you to learn it. I just said that we should be more carefree since we live in this chaotic yet vibrant era.”

Jolim advised:
"Even if we take a step back, they didn't ask you to take responsibility. Besides, I know about the Life Tide. If you're really blessed, there should be a reaction within a week at most. It's been a month, and I haven't heard of Gaiara and Griseda doing anything outrageous."

Don't worry unnecessarily.

"Too."

Garrosh touched his unusually slow-beating heart of anger, and sighed:

"I don't even have a normal heart, I'm not a normal orc, how could I possibly get them pregnant? Maybe you're right, maybe I'm just overthinking it."

As soon as the words were spoken, a deep wolf howl echoed through the ancestral lands of the Hellscream family. Under the astonished gazes of Garrosh and Yorin, the Black Wolf God's pack charged out, and the dead in the family cemetery seemed to be stirring as well.

On the opposite side of the rift opened up by the Ghost Wolf, Chieftain Blackhand stood with his hands on his Sorrow Hammer, looking at Grommash with the eyes of someone looking at a dead man.

He was not allowed to set foot on his homeland, so he could only stay on the edge of the rift.

Behind him stood a tall necromancer holding a battle banner crafted from the remnants of Gul'dan's spirit. The demonic warlock, while suffering, also emitted a strange laugh, as if the tragedy of Garrosh could amuse its miserable life, which had long since been beyond redemption.

The Black Hand Chieftain said coldly:

"You bastard! My daughter is pregnant, and I just found out. You better wash your neck and wait! Either stay in Draenor forever, Garrosh Hellscream! If you dare to step out of here, I'll smash your head in with my own hands!"
Even if your old man showed up, he couldn't save you!

"Fuck"

Yolin cursed, quietly shifting his feet to avoid letting the undead's wrath extend to him, and gave the little roar, who was covering his face, a "good luck" look.

Most importantly, if Griseda is pregnant, then Gaiara must be too.
Garrosh!

The explosions of elements echoed across the grasslands, mingling with the roars of Gaia Anzongmu:
"Get back here! What have you done to my granddaughter, you little bastard! I curse you, all the men of the Hellscream family are bastards, I curse you to go to hell!"

(End of this chapter)