Game Across the World

Shen Chen stood at the bow of the boat, and the sea breeze called by the tide sage was whistling behind him. He blankly controlled the current at the bottom of the boat, turning it into a mixture of ice and water. It seemed that he was sailing, but he was actually surfing.

The journey was safe and sound. Shen Chen's perception expanded hundreds of miles, forming a domain with a size of 100 meters under the sea. Countless powerful creatures under the endless sea, when they sensed danger, all avoided them one after another. The warship traveled almost straight across the entire eastern coastline of Kalimdor, heading straight into Pandaria.

But there is still a little problem.

"You said that when you passed through the fog last time, you heard rolling thunder, didn't you?" Shen Chen greeted Zhu Xiao and motioned him to stand beside him.

Stepping over the side of the ship, Zhu Xiao boldly said: "Yes, thunder, continuous thunder, accompanied by a heavy rain, but it didn't last long, and it disappeared when I was trying to track the ocean current."

Shen Chen looked at the geographic channel map of Azeroth, which is a more detailed and accurate magic map reorganized by combining the alliance map and player data. Based on his memory, Shen Chen drew the pandaren's territory on it.

In Pandaria, most pandaren live in the Jade Forest, the Valley of the Four Winds, and the Krasarang Jungle in the east and south of the mainland. It is indeed a peaceful, peaceful and rich land.

Just the current route.

From Kalimdor to the south, from Pandaria to the north is the Isle of Thunder, and to the west is the Mantis Plateau and the Dread Wastes. The creatures there, the mantid behind the city wall will not agree.

This time, Chen Chen came to find Jiuxian, not to develop Pandaria and open a lot of dungeons. Chen Chen didn't want to provoke the corrupted guardian of Thunder God Island and another form of bugs.

After all, the enemy at hand is already troublesome enough, and the alliance needs to concentrate its strength, so it is naturally best to shelve it.

"Then we still have to make a detour to the east." Shen Chen was planning the route. He felt a little regretful at this moment. He should have opened the door and called Brighton, so that he could use his good luck to bypass the Giant Beast Island and travel from Kunming. Land near Zhuojin Village on the north side of the mountain, pass through the ancient mogu ruins and arrive near the White Tiger Temple.

But now, for the sake of safety, it is better to go further north honestly, so as not to be discovered by the Zandalari trolls.

Slightly adjusting the route, this would add a few more days to the itinerary. Shen Chen closely watched the news from all parties, and hoped that there would be no major problems during the voyage.

However in the crater.

Grommash was old and weak, and he seemed to be feeling his own mortality, and the shaman of the tribe was also heralding the end of a generation of warsong clan chiefs.

"Let my son come here." Gromash panted, he breathed heavily, the surging power of anger in his body required the warrior to use every part of his strong body to provide strength, but for him now, his weakened body had already done less than.

This is the problem that a powerful orc warrior needs to face at the end of his lifespan. When the balance is broken, the anger in the body will squeeze life and physical energy faster, thus further accelerating the decline of the body.

Garrosh strode into the tent, seeming to have known this day would come.

When the chieftain of the orcs is weak, he will hand over the tribe to the chieftain he agrees with as soon as possible, and then return to Oshu'gun to find a suitable grave for himself.

Such an orderly inheritance can keep the tribe strong, instead of clinging to power, and when it dies suddenly, future generations will compete for power and strength.

"My son." Garrosh squatted down, as if to make it easier for his father's hands to stroke his cheeks, but at this moment Grommash stopped him, "As a chieftain, you don't need bend over."

He suddenly developed some strength, and sat up from the bed, a steaming red blood mist immediately burst out from his body, and the flames of anger surrounded his body.

Garrosh let go, knowing what his father meant, and stood up straight, waiting for Grommash to get up.

Nodding in satisfaction, this is what Grommash wants to see in his heart, and Garrosh has proved himself in the past, strong, proud, unyielding, firm...everyone is an orc What the Chiefs need.

"I'm going to hand over the Warsong tribe to you. You need to practice the future path yourself." Grommash was consuming his own life. If there are players around, you can definitely see a large amount of his health bar is running. Turned gray, which is the reduction of the upper limit of life.

"Thar let the orcs breathe again and prevented us from perishing as slaves." Grommash is still willing to recognize Thrall's achievements, but he is not reconciled if he is only succumbed to humans, and he also believes in his son Not reconciled.

So, "But it's not enough. Humans are getting stronger and stronger. We can't pin our hopes on their kindness. The orcs need to become stronger themselves. Whether they stay in the alliance or have other plans, I can't see that day , but you need to think about it."

"Yes, father." Although he watched his father's hard support, Garrosh was more willing to maintain the dignity of the chieftain. He looked at the aging Grommash and said inwardly, "I will definitely do better than you."

"After my death, you need to lead the Warsong orcs to become stronger. You don't have to try to **** Thrall's position as the great chief, but you can make the Warsong clan the leader of the Kalimdor orcs. In this way, you can stand in this land. Steady your feet." Grommash tried his best to speak out all his entrustments.

"Then the elves, there will be a battle between us, you need to prepare with all your strength... and the heart of order, you have to be careful about the ambitions of the inheritors, if you still have time, that would be great."

After finishing the order, Grommash pulled Garrosh up and led him slowly out of the camp.

At this time, countless Warsong orcs are standing here, waiting for this moment to come. Garrosh has already won their respect from his performance in Northrend. Strength is the only orc!

"Now, you are warchief of the Warsong clan, for the orcs, for the Warsong clan!" Grommash shouted, raising Garrosh's arm.

"For the orcs!"

"For Hellscream's sake!"

"Long live Garrosh Hellscream!"

Numerous orcs cheered, surrounding their new chief in the center, while Gromash was slowly retreating into the tent at this time, he lay down, and said to the only shaman who stayed behind and did not join the celebration: " Now, send me to Huoyu Mountain."

"But, chief, your son is back..." the shaman hesitated to speak.

"This is what every orc has experienced. I can't let my weakness affect his and the clan's judgment. Although there is no Oshu'gun, the lava of the volcano can still spread my glory everywhere!"

The shaman obeyed Grommash's order, and four wolf spirits appeared around the bed and lifted Grommash up.

They disappeared quickly, and when everyone in the celebration was not paying attention, they quickly arrived at the center of Un'Goro Crater, near the volcano named Fire Plume Mountain.

Coming to the crater, Grommash stood up, and the red anger in his whole body seemed to have reached its peak at this moment.

Suddenly, he murmured: "Once upon a time, there was a demon who tried to make me drink his blood. Now, the weakness of darkness is coming one after another. I can't let anything hinder the development of the Warsong clan. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com And I son, will lead the orcs to complete the revival!"

"No, you can't!" There was such a voice in the ear, but it was too late to stop it.

Gromash strode into the abyss with great strides. Below the cliff was a lava pool that was erupting with fiery aura. Around him, there was faint traces of dark air seeping out of his anger, forming layers of cushions, as if he wanted to push him away. stop.

But it doesn't work against a strong-willed warrior. As the flames rise...

After the celebration, Garrosh rushed back to the tent. He had many thoughts about the Warsong clan and the orcs, and he wanted to share them with his father and get more guidance from him.

However, only the shaman was left in the camp at this time.

"Where's my father?" Garrosh asked, and then something came to his mind. "He's going to finish…"

"You are late, my chief; your father is the same as all orc chiefs, his soul will be blessed by the ancestors, and will protect you in the future." The shaman bowed and said.

"No!" Garrosh yelled, realizing that he seemed to have missed it, and brought up the extremely weak shaman in front of him.

"This is the orc's tradition, and it is also his best destination." The shaman was very calm, "Please let his soul rest in peace."

Garrosh put the shaman down, at this time the shaman continued: "The only thing your father wants is for the Warsong clan to rise again. This is his wish, and it is also your responsibility. Please don't let him down."

The shaman lowered his head to express his submission, but a few purple lights flashed in his eyes, and Garrosh quickly adjusted his emotions. As an orc, he would not be conquered by such emotions!

He looked in the direction of the volcano, "I will show you the rise of a powerful orc race!"