A guy who has the ability to wreak havoc on an ancient dragon with an axe is rare even among the powerhouses in the hero realm.

If it's an orc, then the range is even smaller.

Garrosh struggled to his feet and looked into the air.

A large blue claw as a pillar of the hall swirled in mid-air, with blue-purple blood splashing and arcane brilliance in the background, and a dragon with terror written on its face.

The Elder Dragon, who had shown a mocking expression a moment ago, had all his facial features squeezed together with fear.

An adult blue dragon was furious and pounced. The green figure that fell from the sky suddenly twisted its waist, making its body parallel to the ground, and the next moment, the falling momentum suddenly stagnated.

This change in rhythm made the adult blue dragon who tried to sneak attack extremely uncomfortable.

Just as the blue dragon flapped its wings and slowed down its body in order to aim at the orc again, the majestic and burly figure launched [Interception].

A mid-air traverse that violates the laws of physics.

A blood-red arc of axe light that lit up again.

After that, the dust settled.

Another burst of blood mist.

Another downed blue dragon.

The Blue Dragon Legion in the sky seemed to be completely shocked by this scene, and they let out a frightened scream, flapping their wings in panic and fleeing at high speed.

It was only then that the majestic figure descended from the sky and landed hard in front of Garrosh.

Under the effect of gravitational acceleration, this figure is like a giant, and it is like an insurmountable mountain.

Mortals - can only look up.

Quite a few middle-aged orcs recognized this great orc.

"Ahh

"So young!"

"I heard that he took refuge in the human demigods and became a divine envoy and gained eternal life. ”

"It's a pity!"

"But he will always be the hero of our clan and even the entire tribe!"

After a short period of entanglement, the orcs' simple thoughts made them unconsciously cheer for the real hero!

"Grom-Grom-Grom-"

The Warsong orcs who were lucky enough to survive the siege of the Blue Dragon Legion all beat their chests with their fists, paying tribute to their former chieftains, the great heroes who will always stand on the monument of the tribe in the most traditional and primitive way.

Looking at the familiar and unfamiliar face in front of him, Garrosh had mixed feelings.

This face coincides with the father I remember in my childhood.

Young, arrogant, and full of unstoppable domineering.

There is no powerful prey that my father cannot beat.

Even the legendary powerful monster Goron, which a clan could not contain, fell at his father's feet.

That's why he was honorably able to inherit a great surname, Hellroar, and not to be unworthy of his own surname, like the lowly laborers.

Garrosh is incredibly complex.

Once upon a time, as a pure-blooded orc, he was ashamed that his father was the first to drink the blood of demons.

When he learned that his father did not betray the tribe, but succeeded in killing Manolos, who had deceived the entire tribe, he rejoiced for his father and was proud of his father.

Later, my father was old and couldn't move. His perception of his father took another 180-degree turn.

"Why don't you die on the battlefield before you get old?"

"Ridiculously dead in a hospital bed, you don't look like a great orc warrior at all!"

"You actually claim to be the servant of that human demigod after death?"

"Great orcs never need to repay the favor to anything other than orcs!"

"Hero!??phew-"

Nearly a year ago, the able-bodied Garrosh was still at his hospital bed at his old and frail father, who was constantly tormented by old wounds.

Who thought today!

At this moment, at this time, at this time, here!

Before the fortress that was named after the glorious 'Battle Song'.

The one who turned the tide and saved the Warsong Clan was not him Garrosh, but his father, whom he regarded as a disgrace to the clan and the entire tribe!

Rising from the ground, his protruding fangs still stained with dirt, Garrosh's face flushed with shame.

Thankfully, as a pure-blooded orc, his brownish-red skin belies his embarrassment.

He should have called 'Father'.

But the inferiority complex of the past, coupled with the arrogant declaration of his old father before his death, made him completely unsure of what kind of expression to use to face this father who was full of legends and contradictions, and he was also the father who became a divine messenger of mankind after death!

The mouth squirmed for a long time, but after all, not a word popped out.

Interestingly, Grom, as a father, was likewise silent. Of course, his slightly sighing and sad eyes can also be translated as 'Cub! Abba is disappointed in you!'.

In this regard, Duke, who was a melon-eating crowd in mid-air, felt very happy.

If this scene is paired with Beethoven's "Destiny" symphony, in that kind of pathetic music, it is estimated that Duke will instantly play and laugh wildly.

As a traverser, Duke certainly knows why the famous Garrosh is called 'Brain Dead Roar'. The things he did in the original history were simply brain-dead.

Duke, who is well versed in history, does have a chance to help the brain-dead roar change his life......

The question is...... Why do you want him Duke to do this!?

In the past, Duke had hoped to redeem Arthas and keep him from going down the wrong path. He was blown into the void along with Karazan. No matter how many times he thinks about it, Duke still feels that Alsace's fall is the result of a mixture of chance and necessity.

Now the brain is roaring, regardless of whether his IQ of 5 points is still saved.

First of all, Duke, as a human, does not have the position to help an orc, or even an entire tribe, become stronger. Teaching an alien savage race to stab himself with a knife is a stupid thing Duke would never do.

The second is that the rise of pure-blooded orcs represented by Brain Dead Roar has become an irreversible trend among the tribes.

Thrall couldn't have made millions of his compatriots die in Draenor. Then the entry of pure-blooded orcs into Azeroth, which was larger than the total number of the tribe at that time, certainly strengthened the population of the tribe, but also formed the most powerful impact on the existing ideology of the tribe.

If there is enough food and territory in a peaceful environment, give Thrall another twenty years to help this group of old-fashioned pure-bloods brainwash them into accepting new things. Perhaps the tribe can make a smooth transition.

However, tribes that have historically doubled their territory have not been able to resolve this contradiction.

In this world, when Duke premeditated the alliance and severely squeezed the living space of the tribe, how can the tribe make a smooth transition?

Sal was now roasted on the fire. As long as the pressure of external enemies weakens slightly, the contradictions in the tribe will inevitably burst out like a volcano.

To sum up, Duke can see it clearly. Whether or not he screams early, a new pure-blood orc hero will come out to challenge Thrall's leadership and shake the foundations of the Horde's rule.

Anyway, sooner or later, something will happen to the tribe, so it's better to keep your brain and roar, at least Duke doesn't have to be the harlequin, and he doesn't have to hide from Grom to do such and such small actions.