Azeroth has no trolls

Chapter 334 The secret revealed

The moment the black iron warhammer wrapped in the fire element collided with the shining battleaxe reflecting the sun, a loud exclamation sounded throughout the arena.

"You are indeed a strong warrior."

The black hand grasped the handle of the hammer tightly with both hands and kept applying pressure on the battle ax in Dasa's hand, with a look of excitement reflected on his face.

"Ah, you're not bad either."

Dasa held the ax handle tightly with his right hand and put his free left hand behind his back. He was more accustomed to holding the ax with one hand.

The stalemate between the two sides did not last long. Blackhand immediately opened the distance from Dasa after missing a blow, recharged his energy and charged at Dasa again.

The clanging sound of metal intersecting continues to sound here, and along with this sound are a few sparks.

Black Hand may seem cumbersome, but he is also very fast. The heavy hammer even quickly left an afterimage under his swing. Even so, Dasa was able to cope with it with ease.

Different from his flexibility when fighting Kargas, Daza was like a training stake in the battle with Black Hand. He stood motionless and did not take the initiative to attack. He just stood here and passively defended Black Hand's attack.

This change in fighting style once again opened the eyes of the orc warriors who had watched Dasa's previous game.

After several rounds, Blackhand's physical strength was severely exhausted. After he once again distanced himself, he did not immediately attack Dasa. Instead, he began to calm his breathing while observing Dasa standing there. Sa in order to find the other party's flaws.

"What? You can't hit it anymore? You've been using the hammer for a long time, and you finally feel tired?"

Dasa also put down the battle ax in front of him.

"Hmph, how could I feel tired after fighting at this level!"

Black snorted coldly, raised the heavy hammer in his hand again and rushed towards Daza. Then he jumped high and the earth element power on the stone arm even attached to the war hammer that was already wrapped in the fire element.

Like a bolide falling from the sky towards Dasa. ,

"Is this your final blow? It's not bad, there's something interesting about it."

As Dasa spoke, he clenched the handle of the ax with both hands and raised it high to face the black hammer head that came down.

A piercing sound of sonic boom came from the duel field, and then the black hand was rotated out by Dasa like a baseball. However, after swinging this blow, the iron ax in Dasa's hand was on the spot. Then it broke into pieces.

This standard weapon was completely broken in the battle with the Blackhand Warhammer.

Accompanied by the loud noise of landing and the smoke rising into the sky, Black Hand finally landed on the ground without any major injuries. Although he couldn't get up after such a fall.

"Chief Blackhand fell out of the field, Chief Daza, win!"

The referee finally declared Dasa the winner of the gladiatorial match based on the situation at the scene.

Blackhand stood up again with the help of Orgrim who rushed over. He looked at Dasa with a complicated look. He originally thought he could defeat the alien chief, but after the fight, he felt the gap between the two sides. How big it is depends on the opponent's different performances in the two fights.

This guy didn't even use his full strength when facing his group of clan chiefs!

"It doesn't matter to me, Orgrim, it's not like I can't walk on my own."

After Blackhand recovered quickly, he pushed away Orgrim who was still trying to help him.

"Chief, what should we do next?"

Orgrim asked, standing behind and to the left of Blackhand.

"Just wait and see what happens, Orgrim. The guys from the Warsong clan haven't made any other moves. We clans who know more about the prophecies than they naturally don't need to be too active."

After Blackhand fully measured the gap between the two clans, he decided to observe first before speaking.

After one wrestling match and two gladiatorial matches, Daza, the chief of the Platinum clan, became completely famous among the orc tribes.

The orcs also know how capable the chief of the Platinum Clan is in fighting, and the force value is guaranteed. Coupled with the sophisticated equipment and full-looking appearance of the warriors of the Platinum Clan, they also realize the strength of the Platinum Clan. powerful.

Being able to eat well and not go hungry is already a good proof of the development of this clan.

"You are really good at fighting. I want to have a fight with you."

Grommash walked up to Daza and looked at him with a smile on his face.

"you sure?"

Daza lowered his head and looked at Grommash and laughed again.

"There will be opportunities in the future. Let's forget it today. Your back shot really gave me some relief."

Grommash would not choose to fight Dasa again at this time. Not to mention that he himself was not in good condition. In his opinion, Dasa must be very tired after fighting two consecutive large clan chiefs. I don’t want to take advantage of others’ danger.

"This Kashgar Festival is indeed very interesting. Where is your prophet? Can you let me see him?"

Daza wanted to confirm whether the mysterious prophet was Grommash's future son.

"Well, come with me."

Grommash looked at what Dasa seemed to be thinking about, and after he finished thinking, he invited Dasa to the Warsong Clan's tent.

It was also here that Dasa met the mysterious hooded orc prophet.

"You shouldn't have brought him here."

The orc prophet sighed deeply the moment he saw Dasa. He knew that if Grommash could treat him with courtesy, he must have gained the other party's approval.

"At least he's not as secretive as you."

Grommash motioned for Dasa to sit down and rest, while taking his seat in the big tent.

"Garrosh Hellscream."

Daza used the dim light in the tent to see clearly the unique tattoo on the chest of the orc opposite, one of which spread to his neck. Now he had confirmed it.

"I have never seen a night elf as tall as you. Maybe even the trolls are shorter than you."

Garrosh took off the hood on his head while speaking. His brown eyes looked at Daza. After the other party called out his name, there was no point in hiding anymore.

"Wait! What's your name?!"

Only now did Grommash notice the name of this young orc who had concealed his identity from him.

"I'm sorry that I've kept this from you for so long, father."

Garrosh hesitated and looked at Grommash with apologetic eyes. "Let me explain, Chieftain of the Warsong Clan."

Daza didn't wait for Grommash to ask any more questions, and then explained to him the origin of Garrosh. Although Garrosh wanted to stop Daza, Daza stepped on his head before he could do anything, and pressed down. He lay on the ground and couldn't make a sound.

Grommash wanted to do something to Dasa, but was attracted by what Dasa said about Garrosh's life experience.

"So, this child is my future son. But Gorka is already dead."

Grommash looked at Garrosh who was being held down by Daza, and then looked at Daza.

"Yes, so he came from parallel time and space, and the prophecies he told you are also the history that actually happened in his time and space."

Daza explained to Grommash while stepping on Garrosh's head.

"You are not a night elf, you are a bronze dragon!"

Garrosh found that no matter how hard he struggled, he could not escape from the night elf's stampede. This reminded him of the bronze dragon that he had killed with all his strength in a sneak attack.

"Unfortunately, you guessed wrong. I am an elf; I know the purpose of that idiot Kairozdormu in bringing you here. It's a pity that he chose the wrong target."

Daza looked at Garrosh at his feet with very complicated eyes. Even the death penalty for the numerous crimes this guy had committed was not an exaggeration. But if he were to be executed now, he might have to return to Azeroth if he wanted to. It's a little difficult.

In front of Grommash, Daza retold the prophecy that Garrosh had shown him and even told him the contents of the prophecy that Garrosh had not shown him. The chief was speechless.

"Who exactly are you?"

After Grommash learned the cause of his death and what Garrosh had done and his origins, he looked at Daza.

He wanted to know who this guy was.

"The First Emperor of the Empire of Azeroth, Daza."

After Daza finished speaking, he let Garrosh go. He had told the chief of the Warsong Clan everything he needed to say. We had to wait and see what he would do next.

"Father...me."

At this moment, Garrosh no longer knew how to face Grommash. He could still keep pretending before his identity was known to the other party.

But now, he was a little embarrassed.

Especially the numerous crimes he committed in Azeroth.

"Garrosh, my future child, you are too obsessed with glory, and you are too inferior to yourself."

Grommash stood up and walked to Garrosh, helped him up from the ground, and reached out to pat the dust off his body.

From Dasa's mouth, he learned about the life experience of his future child in front of him. He was abandoned by him due to a disease when he was young. After being lucky enough to become a Mag'har orc who did not drink the blood of demons, he But because he was the first son of an orc to drink the blood of demons, he fell into a serious inferiority complex that he was the son of a sinner.

But as he was told the final cause of his death, his inferiority gradually turned into pride.

In Grommash's opinion, all this is because of his wrong choices back then. Perhaps it was his own fault that led to Garrosh's current appearance.

Yes, that's all Garrosh's problems as far as Grommash is concerned.

As for the accusation of starting a war and ultimately becoming a warmonger.

It's all fart!

This world is a place where the weak eat the strong! It is normal for the weaklings of Azeroth to be conquered by the Horde.

There's nothing wrong with the strong dominating the weak, and if there's anything wrong with it it's because Garrosh didn't win the war he started.

"The Empire of Azeroth? When did the night elves have an empire with this name?"

After being helped up, Garrosh didn't have the impulse to fight back after being beaten by Daza. Instead, he began to wonder about such a title in Dasa's mouth.

"You will know this later. Garrosh, I am not interested in your plan, but this does not prevent our current goals from being the same. I am also not interested in the demons of the Burning Legion."

Daza knew that Azeroth, where Garrosh was, had already passed the Cataclysm, and naturally there wouldn't be many legends about Daza during that period.

Even if there is, it may only be on the Zandalari Islands.

Other races don't have much interest in the history of trolls. They are only interested in the valuable burial objects in troll tombs.

"The demons of the Burning Legion? Are you talking about Gul'dan and his dogs? Why, I think you can take care of him alone."

Although Garrosh could not defeat Daza, he would not admit defeat so easily.

"If I want to return to Azeroth, I still expect him to open the door for me."

Daza looked at this time traveler like him and explained why he wanted to keep Gul'dan alive.

"You showed up here alone?"

When Garrosh heard this, his eyes towards Dasa suddenly changed.

I originally thought that a big shot from the night elves would come and bring an elite force from the Alliance to capture him, but now it sounds like he is just an unlucky guy living in another time and space like him.

"You can think I'm here alone."

Daza thought of a question after Garrosh prompted him. If this guy's arrival created the Iron Horde, how did those technological equipment appear so quickly?

It was impossible for Garrosh alone to raise the technological level of the orcs who were still in the primitive tribal era to the steam age in a very short period of time. Even Dasa himself had to help countless Zansuli craftsmen. It took almost half a century to upgrade the Zandalari Empire's technology to that of the gunpowder age.

There must have been a group of goblins from Blackline who came to this era with the former tribal chief.

This is the only possibility.

The goblins in the black market company are all talented people. Although Daza is looking at Garrosh, he is already thinking about how to get the goblins who came from time to time.

In the tent, the conversation between the three ended like this. Daza and Garrosh had reached a verbal agreement, which was a truce that ensured that the two sides would not become hostile before the Dark Portal opened.

But everyone knows that this treaty will be torn up once the Dark Portal is opened.

But again, before that, the Platinum Clan will not have any head-on conflict with the Warsong Clan. On the contrary, Daza will lead the Platinum Clan to assist in the elimination of Gul'dan and his Shadow Council.

Garrosh also expressed disdain for the binding nature of this treaty. Naturally, he would not open the location opposite the Dark Portal to Azeroth during this time period, because it would be meaningless to him.

His goal is to return to the Azeroth of his past time period, and he wants to punish those who betrayed him.

(End of this chapter)