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27. The Last Night at the Tomb of Sargeras(2/2)

"I am already dead. I should leave your and Maimu's lives. Death is like a line that separates you and me on two sides of fate. In fact, I feel very much about Talon Blood Demon.

If it hadn't been for his whim, I might have completely fallen into the abyss of death with all my regrets."

A difficult and ugly smile appeared on Grokush's cold cheeks. He could no longer shed tears. He removed his cold fingers from Red's face, just like a father's instructions to his son. He reached out and patted him.

Red's shoulders.

"This is the last time I will protect you, son. You have grown up. You have to walk your own way in the future! I'm sorry for my indifference to you and Mai Mu, but those words hidden deep in my soul, I

I can’t express it anymore... I’m satisfied to see you again.”

"I have to thank Tyrion, he gave me the opportunity to make up for my regrets."

"Don't leave us! Father, even death can't separate you from us!"

Red's eyes were filled with tears. The orc warlord was like a child, sobbing in the dark night. He held Grokush's hand and whispered:

"Come back and continue to lead the Blackstone Tribe! Orgrim is not worthy of ruling us!"

"No!"

Grokush refused. He took a rare deep breath, even though the dead man no longer needed to breathe. He looked at his son and said softly:

"My destiny has been changed. Red, the future of Blackstone has fallen on the shoulders of you and Maimu. Don't tell your brother about my current situation. He is far less strong than you. My child, continue walking bravely."

Go down, let Blackstone be proud of you, let me be proud of you..."

"It's time for me to go. Goodbye, Chief Blackhand."

Grokush's figure finally disappeared into the night. Red Blackhand stood in the cold wind. He looked at the direction his father left. He wiped away his tears, raised his fist, and beat his chest hard twice.

Get off, then turned and walked towards the orc camp.

"Goodbye...Chief Blackhand."

It's like a warrior's farewell... not so much weakness, no need for tears, just sincere blessings.
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