As soon as Duque's voice fell, a tall, burly, green-skinned figure suddenly traversed through the void and appeared from a portal that had suddenly opened.
Elder and Younger Salufar, the tribal guards behind them, as well as the Warsong Beastmen deputies behind Garrusch, all had rather interesting expressions on their faces.
Younger Salufar's face was red, as if he was constipated. He wanted to laugh, but was too embarrassed to do so. This made Garrusch even more embarrassed and angry.
Mortals always yearned for an existence that transcended the mortal world, because such an existence could do many things that they couldn't.
Mortals didn't like having a high and mighty existence binding them, because that would make them feel like slaves.
Unfortunately, Azeroth was a magical world.
Even before the opening of the Dark Portal, it had already been a place where gods frequently showed their divinity.
As early as the end of the first battle at the Dark Portal, the appearance of the first Death Knight meant that the line between life and death had become blurred.
The tribe could still accept Death Knights and the Forsaken joining the tribe, so the appearance of Grom Hellscream, who was a Heroic Spirit, was actually not strange at all.
However, the existence that he hated the most had summoned his most helpless father to teach him a lesson. There was no need to mention how aggrieved Garrusch felt.
At this moment, if he could, Garrusch would definitely want to kill Duque and let Duque fall completely or something.
He couldn't do it. This was the so-called despair.
Elder Howl raised his world-famous Bloodhowl and smashed it at his son in a deep voice. "Garrusch, go to the arena! Let me see how much you've grown after I died. Have you become a great warrior? And a chief who can truly lead the tribe! "
Garrusch was really in a state of shock!
His neck, his cheeks, and his forehead were all protruding veins.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, he didn't even have a chance to object.
In the tradition of the Beastmen, there was no need for a reason for the son to challenge the father, or for the father to teach the son a lesson.
Since when could the son not listen to the father?
Well, as long as you beat the father, that's enough.
A battle between blood relatives was never a one-off deal. It could be repeated at any time. In any case, whoever won would have the final say. Before you become the victor, all the injustice and grievances you have, hold it in. Whatever orders the victors give you, you must obey them. Otherwise, you can die!
If he really died, he would be spurned by all the other beastmen!
That's right, having a bigger fist was the hard truth. The barbaric traditional Orcs believed in this to their very bones.
Garrouch had once defeated Grom, but he was like a candle in the wind, a Grom who had lost an arm and was about to die of old age. Thus, even if he took over the position of chief of the Warsong Tribe from Grom, he would still be questioned.
Being scolded as a tiger father and a dog son was the tragedy of almost all the second generation heroes.
No one would call you by your name. Instead, they would call you the son of so-and-so. They wouldn't even want to remember your name.
"Oh! You're the son of Grom Hellscream? "This was the Horde version.
"Oh oh! You're Roar! "This was the alliance's version.
Everyone would only remember how awesome and powerful Grom was. Before Garrouch surpassed his father, this situation would not change at all.
Even if Garrouch surpassed Roar, as long as it wasn't by a huge margin, he would only be judged as' dragons beget dragons, and phoenixes beget phoenixes'.
But was it so easy to surpass Roar's achievements?!
In this life, Roar killed an adult Goron by himself at the age of 14, making his name known throughout the Warsong Tribe.
When he was in his twenties, he participated in the war against the Draenei and was the vanguard in the attack on Shattrath City.
After that, he participated in the first and second Battle of the Dark Portal, suppressing Big Sister Windrunner and Second Sister Windrunner. At that time, he was the strongest in the Alliance, Anduin Lothar and other top experts in the Alliance.
After that, when he was a slave in the Blackrock Tribe and Thrall's prison camp, he led the Warsong Tribe to fight against the humans in the forests and mountains of Lordaeron, never yielding.
When Thrall escaped from Goldenhold Castle, he fought side by side with Thrall and Orgrim against the Lich King Arthas.
Not long after, the Orcs went west to Kalimdor, and Roar killed the Burning Legion's high-tier Void Lord Mannoroth in Gray Valley.
In the Battle of Mount Hyjal, they worked together to kill many Void Lords and were the main force in killing Archimonde.
After that, it was the crusade against the Flame Demon King Ragnaros, the Black Dragon Prince Nefarian, and the ancient god C 'Thun …
Roar had fought for his entire life, and every battle was filled with a strong sense of legend. He had never lost, and at most, it was a draw.
Such a great achievement, no matter how one looked at it, was nine streets ahead of the young Garrouch.
At this moment, Garrouch's round eyes were clearly saying things like:
"Wouldn't it be better if you just died like this?
"Why did you become a human's slave?
"Why did you come back to appear in front of me?"
These eyes were very easy to understand.
At the same time, there was also the hatred and anger towards Duque reflected in his eyes. Everything, fueled by the shame of his own strength and the faint fear of his father, was rising higher and higher. Although it was not to the extent of being uncontrollable, it seemed like it was only a matter of time before he lost control …
"Let's go!" Roar turned around and walked outside.
Garrouch followed like a zombie.
On the other side, the young Sarufar and the two dwarf Wizards were silent.
Admittedly, if it had just been opened, it would definitely have been a blow to the slightly fragile relationship between the Alliance and the Horde. If someone with ulterior motives instigated or spread the news, it would undoubtedly destroy the relationship between the Alliance and the Horde.
Only Garrouch would suffer … Was it really okay to do this?
In this regard, King Sarufar's reaction was silence. Because among the younger generation of the Horde, Thrall valued his son Dranos the most.
Both young Sarufar and Garrouch were excellent Warriors. Although they both had the rashness of young Orcs, young Sarufar had a better view of the overall situation.
Young Sarufar would definitely take over as the chief of the Blackrock Tribe in the future. But which father did not want his son to be more successful?
As an old acquaintance of Grom, King Sarufar of course knew how terrifying Roar was at his peak. The title of the Horde's number one warrior was not just for show. The scene of him teaching his son a lesson could not be any more beautiful.
Even though he could vaguely feel that Duque was targeting Garrouch, King Sarufar still made such a choice.
After Duque suppressed the two dwarves' violent emotions, King Sarufar said, "Then … can we start today's competition?"
Milhouse bowed slowly. "Uh, sorry, I was too impulsive just now. Now, please allow me to introduce today's competition, the champion teams from the Alliance and the Horde! "
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