Titan Dawn

"That's enough, my son, it's not too late to give up this heart, let's give up this heart. The glory of the orcs can use external forces, but the power of the ancient gods is not included."

"Shut up! I used to be proud of you, but now you have fallen into a death knight! A glorious walking dead! In my opinion, my father had already died in the battle of Alterin. Gram mountains! "

Garrosh immediately looked at Grom and growled.

Grom shrugged, no longer answering Garrosh, and nodded directly at Thrall.

"Well, I have no problem. Let's end all this. No matter what kind of trial the tribe will judge him in the future, I have no objection."

The concept of an orc's family can be different from that of a country on the earth. When an orc is an adult, his parents have no power or obligation to point or **** him or her.

Correspondingly, the glory or responsibility of the children belongs only to them and has nothing to do with their parents.

Grom has fulfilled all his obligations, and after the last time he persuaded his son to be invalid, he no longer insisted.

Although distressed, they cannot be blamed and forced, after all, the children's path is their own choice.

Every adult orc must pay a price for any behavior.

and so. . .

"attack!"

Thrall yelled and rushed towards Garrosh with the Doomhammer first.

King Varian followed him, surrounded by a group of Kings Guards.

Grom slowly drew his weapon and blood roar from behind, looked at his son who had high hopes in the hall below, and sighed heavily.

Even his own son, if he is wrong, will pay the price.

And some things, once wrong, cannot be forgiven.

Garrosh also roared, and the chained heart began to emit intense dark purple twilight, covering Garrosh's body.

After a period of research and the unrelenting support of the praying mantis, Garrosh is now able to briefly integrate the heart into his body.

He began to grow larger, and the thick evil spirit condensed into a dark purple entity, wrapped around the orc's body, and the energy spikes of the evil spirit grew out, and more than a dozen eyes were scattered on the orc's evil-fused body.

"Look at yourself, you have now become a monster! A monster that any orcs see will destroy!"

Grom waved the blood roar, and the blood death energy slashed with the axe blade.

An axe condensed by evil spirits blocked the blow, and two very different energies collided together, and then exploded, pulling the distance between the father and the son.

Saal, the three repair shaman, came again to enhance his mastery, put himself on a shield of the earth, and rushed forward with a hammer of destruction to launch a melee attack. King Ryan.

At the rear, Vol'jin projected a shadow javelin while releasing Garrosh with various voodoo curses.

Jaina naturally need not say more, she has been the main force of the proper output from beginning to end.

"Union dog! I will kill you and nail your body to the minaret outside Orgrimmar!"

Garrosh roared and split an axe at King Varian, while the other hand released a twilight blast.

"Monster, you are no longer even a tribal pig! I will happily vote for a public execution at my trial!"

Varian's Artifact Great Sword switched to the form of the long-stored flame core. The sword's body was burning with the essence of a fire element lord, burning the dark purple evil spirit, and making a crackling sound.

The whisper of the heart of Yashaji filled Garrosh's mind, trying to seduce the spirit and will of the orcs, becoming the puppet of the heart.

The heart wants to run away, because in a short distance, the breath of another strange ancient **** is long-lasting, and it contains undisguised hostility.

The heart is the last guarantee for the resurrection of Yashaji. If it is destroyed or absorbed by another ancient god, then Yashaji really does not want to be resurrected.

But the heart failed, and the orc's will was extremely firm, as strong as steel, and any whisper could not make any impact other than the infinite enlargement of his obsession with the tribe.

This is almost a beep!

After all, I had the chance to be resurrected. As a result, the stone in the pit was so stink and hard that oil and salt would not enter.

"Give up, my son! I know that heart is affecting you now. You may be able to persist for a month, for a year, for decades, but can you resist it forever! If you let it go, it ’s the tribe. The biggest irresponsibility! That heart is magnifying your obsession. Maybe your original intention is good, but after infinite magnification, you will become an extreme sinner! Tribal sinner! "

Grom was keenly aware of the puppets in Garrosh's look and the inexplicable growl, and immediately understood what was going on.

Garrosh heard the words of struggle and hesitation flash in his eyes, but quickly shook his head.

"No! I can control him, he can never control me! My will is as strong as steel!"

"Every madman who tries to control his power does not think so! You have no chance of winning, and the fusion with the heart is about to end!"

Thrall slammed a hammer and then shouted at Garrosh.

Garrosh's heart was struggling. His reasoning told himself that, as Thrall had said, he had no chance of winning, and his current power was not enough to defeat everyone present.

As for being a sinner of the tribe. . .

Did you really do something wrong?

Do not! Garrosh couldn't accept this, everything he did was for the tribe, and he dedicated everything to the tribe.

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But he has reached the end of his crossbow, and he is not invincible.

When he once again tried to get up hard, and then was hit by a large lightning chain, he knelt on the ground and screamed unwillingly.

"Stop it, my good boy. After you became the chief of the tribe, wouldn't you even listen to your grandmother's words?"

Garrosh heard that the gigantic evil body stopped suddenly and looked up at the old figure at the entrance of the hall.

Gaia An grandmother. . .

"Grandma ... I ... you are blinded by them, everything I do is for the tribe!"

Garrosh watched his grandmother approaching him, and immediately controlled the evil energy with only the remaining strength.

He didn't want to hurt his grandmother.

"Really, but I only see the tribe in a sad civil war, in division, in racism, in self-consumption, and in constant bleeding."

Gaiaan's grandmother stepped down and looked up at the tall Garrosh.

"Tell me, boy, are you doing this for the tribe? Even if you fail now, will you drag the tribe to accompany you to drain the last drop of blood?"

Garrosh froze and opened his mouth.

In the end, he roared.

The orc's body twisted and flashed, and the heart reappeared on the iron chain in the center of the hall.

Garrosh was disarmed and fell to the ground.

The last trace of persistence and strength left him, and he failed.

everything is over.

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