Ner'zhul firmly grabbed the orc chief's wrist and shouted loudly:

"The Echo of Senluken has been infected by evil energy. It has fallen. The pure elements are sealed in its body. Only by crushing it can the pure elements be freed... Only in this way can we regain

By establishing a connection, we may be able to save our world... and return the orcs to the glorious Elemental Age!"

"Go ahead! Crush it!"

Ner'zhul said in a pleading voice:

"Express our repentance to the elements with actions, and let us wash away our sins with blood! Come on, only sacrifice, and only sacrifice, can save our world!"

"Think of your son, Grommash! This is our last chance!"

Chief Zhansong gritted his teeth. He raised his head and looked at the crazy flame giant. He knew very well that to defeat such a monster, the soldiers he brought would probably be wiped out, but...

"The Warsong Clan!"

Grom stood up in the scorching flame storm. The orcs behind him couldn't even see his body. They could only see a tall back in the scorching flames. They saw Grom raising the blood roar,

They heard Grom's mad roar.

"For Draenor! For our families! For our world! Charge with me!"
Chapter completed!