Chapter 1409 The Last Correct (Celebrating Dian Niang's Birthday) (1 More)
Garrosh's mouth squirmed a few times: "Thall, you can continue..."
continue?
Continue to ride the doomsday train?
Thrall shook his head heavily and slowly: "You have overstretched the power of the tribes in three worlds and still failed to succeed. I really cannot allow you to make any more mistakes and bring all the tribal people into the abyss of destruction."
"Do you really believe in that McDonald?"
"It's a bit unbelievable. But my answer is - yes! I trust my enemies more than you who messed up everything. Of course I know this answer is very sad. But the tribe has no choice!" Sa
Your voice, full of desolation, deeply hurt Garrosh's heart.
This is the tragedy of the hunting race.
Expand! Expand! Keep expanding!
When expansion failed and they were forced into internal strife, without a stable enough food source to support their lives, their seemingly powerful hunting habits became the knife that killed them.
This principle is the same on earth. None of the modern major countries is engaged in hunting or nomadic activities.
Productivity is too low!
The hunting life that has lasted for thousands of years has long been engraved in the DNA of the orcs. Thrall saw the natural shortcomings of the orcs, but did not wait for him, and did not give him enough time and external space to allow him to carry out the orc race.
A radical reform.
When Garrosh, the orc traditionalist, reared its head again, it also abolished the final brake named [Thall]. It was destined to be like the most famous slogan of the orcs, "lok'tar-ogar!" If you don't win, you will die.
Since Garrosh couldn't win the foreign war, he had no choice but to die.
…
Fate took a very ugly turn here!
The figure in Garrosh's eyes was slack for a while, and he suddenly confessed: "Great Chief Nassar, you have to pay attention. This ax of mine is poisoned."
Thrall:???
Thrall's eyes widened, and he couldn't believe his ears. Just before the fight started, Verles* Shadow repeatedly warned that Garrosh might have put poison on the weapon.
This is actually something Garrosh himself has proven to be true about.
What kind of magical operation is this?
Garulsh said in a normal tone: "It's strange! Thrall, before I stepped onto the throne of the elements, I was clearly thinking about how I would kill you by any means necessary. Just like I used a poison ax in another world.
Just like murdering Kane who launched [Makgora] against me..."
These words made Thrall feel as if his heart was being grabbed tightly by a cold claw, and he couldn't help but tremble: "You murdered Kane!?"
"Yes! The Kane in another world tried to stop my madness. But the Kane in this world is even more outrageous. He actually voted for the Alliance... So I decided from the beginning that all tauren are not good things!"
While laughing at himself, Lurche took out a piece of animal skin and wiped the ax blade carelessly.
Sal noticed that the animal hide had a somewhat unnatural black color.
"Thall, you are right. I failed three times! I bet the entire tribe, three times! What makes me most frustrated is that I lost more and more miserably every time! In my world, Y'shaarj absorbed
Despite my lack of strength, I was defeated by the siege of the Alliance and the Horde. This time, I was actually crushed by McDonald! Crushed without any hope of victory!"
Sal felt the same way.
As long as there is some hope, who would leave the fate of the entire family to his enemies?
Sal was silent.
"Thal! Since you are more willing to trust that human bastard than me, then so be it. I have walked all the way and am tired. Let's end this farce!"
"good!"
Garulsh raised the blood-red trunk ax high: "Thall! I will watch you quietly in hell. If you don't want to be laughed at by me after death, then lead the orcs out of a future——
"
"Ouch!" The flames ignited on [Doomhammer] were Thrall's final answer.
"roar--"
It was worthy of the name Hellscream. The last roar of Garrosh's life was so loud that even the audience five hundred meters away felt an extremely uncomfortable buzzing in their eardrums.
With more than 100,000 orcs witnessing it, Garrosh leaped high into the air.
He jumped very, very high!
This is not the first time that the two sides have faced each other, and they know each other well. In pure close combat, Thrall is slightly inferior.
But Thrall is not a pure warrior, but a shaman!
"Long!"
With a huge explosion coming from the depths of the earth, a typical hand of the earth, modeled after an orc, rose up from the ground.
This giant rock hand, which was at least ten meters long, grasped Garrosh with great agility.
It seems that Garrosh is more like a grasshopper who has thrown himself into a trap.
Well, it’s still after autumn.
Having said all that, the so-called Makgora is more like a formality.
The Hellscream family's world-famous jumping chop failed to hurt Thrall at all.
"Crack!"
Once the hand of the earth is clenched, the battle is over.
A large amount of blood and almost liquefied internal organ fragments splashed out from the gaps in the rock fingers. Only the right arm, half of the chest, neck and head exposed to the air were intact throughout Garrosh's body.
Standing two meters away from Garrosh, Thrall's eyes were full of sadness: "Do you have any last words? Orc brothers."
"Yes." Garrosh raised the battle ax in his hand tremblingly: "The bloodline of the Hellscream family is... cut off. But this [Gorehowl]... the fate of fighting for the orcs should not be...
Finish."
Thrall put [Doomhammer] on his waist and took [Bloodhowl] with both hands: "How is Varok? He is a true warrior."
"Can……"
Garrosh Hellscream, Warchief of the Iron Horde, passed away.
At this moment, millions of tribal warriors around them burst into loud cheers at the same time. They were celebrating the reunification of the tribe and congratulating the birth of the 'new' chief!
"The ancestors praise you!"
"Long live Warchief Thrall!"
Thrall was in a daze for a while, and the noise that could burst a person's eardrums seemed to be completely isolated from his soul. It wasn't until Varok and Vol'jin approached that he handed over the [Gorehowl] in a daze.
To Varok.
"Garrosh gives this to you."
Varok was stunned for a moment, then continued with a wry smile: "I will use it to fight to the death. Then, I will pass it on to the next real hero who is willing to fight for the tribe."
Even though he had won against McGol, he felt that his heart was empty.
Vol'jin came up and hugged Thrall: "Garrosh has done many wrong things. But he is a true orc."
"Yes." Sal's eyes passed over the people who came to congratulate him and fell on the face of Villeless*.
The other party's ethereal voice penetrated into his ears: "His Majesty Stratholme will contact you at four o'clock in the morning tonight."
