A guy who had the ability to severely injure an ancient dragon with an axe was rare, even among the heroes.
If it was an orc, then the range was even smaller.
Garrusch struggled to get up and looked into the sky.
A blue claw as huge as the pillar of the hall was spinning in the air. In the background, there was a sky full of splashing blue-purple blood, shining with arcane light, and a giant dragon with a face full of fear.
The ancient dragon, who had a mocking expression a moment ago, had its facial features squeezed together because of fear.
An adult Blue Dragon fiercely pounced over. The green figure falling from the sky suddenly twisted his waist so that his body was parallel to the ground. In the next moment, the falling momentum suddenly stopped.
This change in rhythm made the adult Blue Dragon, who was trying to sneak attack, extremely uncomfortable.
Just as the Blue Dragon flapped its wings to slow down so that it could aim at the orc again, the tall and sturdy figure launched [Intercept].
A horizontal movement in the air that violated the laws of physics.
A blood-red arc of axe light lit up again.
Then, the dust settled.
Another cloud of blood mist exploded.
Another Blue Dragon that was struck down.
The Blue Dragon Legion in the sky seemed to be completely shocked by this scene. They all let out terrified screams and flapped their wings in panic to escape at high speed.
Only then did the tall and sturdy figure descend from the sky and land heavily in front of Garrusch.
Under the effect of gravity, this figure was like a giant, but also like an insurmountable mountain.
Mortals could only look up.
Many middle-aged orcs recognized this great orc.
"Ah! It's Grom Hellscream! "
"So young!"
"I heard that he turned to the human demigods and became an oracle to obtain eternal life."
"What a pity!"
"But he will always be the great hero of our clan and even the entire tribe!"
After a short moment of hesitation, the simple minds of the orcs made them unconsciously cheer for the real hero!
"Grom — Grom — Grom —"
The Warsong Beastmen who were lucky enough to survive the siege of the Blue Dragon Legion all beat their chests with their fists, using the most traditional and primitive method to pay their respects to their former chief, the great hero who would forever stand on the monument of their tribe.
Looking at the familiar and unfamiliar face in front of him, Garrusch had mixed feelings.
This face overlapped with the face of her father in her childhood memories.
Young, arrogant, and filled with an insufferably domineering aura.
There was no powerful prey that his father couldn't catch.
Even the legendary powerful monster Gollon, who could not be dealt with by an entire clan, fell at his father's feet.
That was why he was able to inherit a great surname – Hellscream! He would not be like those lowly labourers who did not deserve to have their own surnames.
Garrouch's emotions were extremely complicated.
Once upon a time, as a pure-blooded Orc, he felt ashamed because his father was the first to drink the Devil's Blood.
When he found out that his father had not betrayed the tribe, but had successfully killed Mannoroth, who had deceived the entire tribe, he was overjoyed and proud of his father.
Later, my father got old and couldn't fight anymore. His perception of his father took another 180-degree turn.
"Why don't you die on the battlefield before you grow old?"
"Die a ridiculous death on a sickbed? You don't look like a great orc warrior at all! "
"You actually want to become that human demigod's servant to repay a debt of gratitude after your death?"
"The great orcs never need to repay any kindness to anyone other than the orcs!"
"Hero!? Pfft — "
Nearly a year ago, the strong and healthy Garrouch scoffed at his father, who was old and weak and constantly tortured by his old injuries.
Who would have thought that this day would come!
At this moment, at this moment, at this second!
In front of this fortress named after the glorious' Battle Song '.
The person who turned the tide and saved the Warsong clan was not him, Garrouch, but his father, who he regarded as the shame of the clan and even the entire tribe!
Climbing up from the ground, Garrouch's protruding fangs were still stained with dirt. His face was flushed with shame.
Fortunately, as a pure-blooded Orc, his reddish-brown skin covered up his embarrassment.
He should have called him 'father'.
But the inferiority complex of the past, coupled with the arrogant declaration he had made to his old father before his death, made him completely at a loss as to what kind of expression he should use to face this legendary and contradictory father, who had also become a human Oracle after death!
His mouth squirmed for a long time, but in the end, not a single word came out.
Interestingly, as his father, Grom, also did not say a word. Of course, his slightly sighing and sorrowful eyes could also be translated as' Son! Dad is very disappointed in you! '.
In this regard, Duque, who was in midair as a spectator, felt that it was very funny.
If this scene was accompanied by Beethoven's Symphony of Fate, in that sorrowful music, Duque would probably instantly lose his character and laugh out loud.
As a transmigrator, of course, Duque knew why the famous Garrouch was called 'Brainless Roar'. The stupid things he had done in the original history were simply brainless.
Duque, who was familiar with history, did indeed have the opportunity to help Brainless Roar change his fate …
The problem was … why did Duque have to do this!?
In the past, Duque had hoped to redeem Arthas and stop him from going astray. But he and Karazhan were blown into the void. No matter how many times he thought about it, Duque still felt that Arthas' fall was the result of a mixture of chance and necessity.
The current Brainless Roar, regardless of whether his high IQ of 5 could be saved.
First of all, as a human, Duque was not in the position to help an Orc or even help the entire tribe become stronger. Teaching a foreign barbarian race to stab themselves to death with a knife was something that Duque would never do.
Secondly, the rise of the pure-blooded Orcs, represented by Brainless Roar, was already an irreversible trend in the tribe.
Sal could not let millions of his compatriots die in Draenor. So, more pure-blooded Orcs entered Azeroth than the total number of the tribe at that time. Although it strengthened the tribe's population, it also formed the strongest impact on the tribe's existing ideology.
If there was enough food and territory in a peaceful environment, Sal could have brainwashed this group of conservative pure-bloods to accept new things for another 20 years. Perhaps the tribe could achieve a smooth transition.
However, in history, the tribe's territory was twice as large as today's, and they still could not solve this contradiction.
In this world, where Duque had premeditated to command the Alliance to seriously squeeze the tribe's living space, how could the tribe make a smooth transition?
Sal was now equivalent to being roasted on a fire. As long as the pressure from foreign enemies weakened a little, the contradictions in the tribe were bound to erupt like a volcano.
In conclusion, Duque could see it clearly. Whether he killed Brainless Roar in advance or not, there would be new pure-blooded Orc heroes who would challenge Sal's leadership and shake the foundation of the tribe's rule.
Sooner or later, something would happen to the tribe anyway, so it was better to keep Brainless Roar. At least Duque did not have to be the clown, and he did not have to do this and that behind Grom's back.
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