Chapter 410 The Summer Night of Dal_2

Sometimes in his dreams, he would see images of another world where he fought against enemies he had never met before.

Those strange creatures called 'humans,' Grommash tried hard to imagine the appearances of 'humans,' 'dwarves,' 'elves.'

But in his mind, he could only sketch out some bizarre, blurry shapes.

Woo woo woo!

The welcoming horn of the hunters sounded, pulling Grommash's thoughts back to reality; he and his son had arrived at the gates of Kardala.

A young orc hunter approached them.

"Uncle Grom, a big shot came to the Horde today, said he was looking for you,"

"A big shot?"

Grom's gaze sunk slightly, for a big shot meant strife, meant killing, and, strictly speaking, he was still a deserter.

"Yes, a big shot," the young orc hunter lowered his voice, "I heard it's the new Warchief of the Horde, brought a lot of fully armored guards with him, very imposing."