Grommash's eyes gleamed as he listened, his dad was indeed awesome; even the Warchief of the Horde had to seek his father's help in waging war.
"Father, let me go with you," he said. "I want to join the battle as well."
But Grom glared at Grommash, turned to Overlord Blade Ruthless, and said, "Enough. I won't go with you. Conquest, slaughter—I've seen too much misfortune already. War will not bring redemption to Orcs. Look around you, Overlord Blade Ruthless. With Fel energy and Demons gone, without the destruction and carnage of war, this land is gradually healing.
I must protect my homeland. I will not go with you."
"Father!" Grommash suddenly became anxious.
Overlord Blade Ruthless's eyes lit up as he looked at Grommash.
"This must be your son, Grommash Hell Scream. Indeed, the young make for great heroes," he said, patting Grommash on the shoulder.
The renown of Overlord Blade Ruthless towered high, even overshadowing that of Grom himself.
