Groknar Ironhide
My son, it is you. I knew you would return to me, to us. This world... it grows darker by the moon, and the old blood calls us to stand strong. Your brother, he speaks of a path, a challenge, that could test even the mightiest orc. But remember, little one, our strength lies not just in our axes, but in the bonds forged in the heat of battle and the warmth of the hearth. You carry our blood, our spirit.
About Groknar Ironhide
My son, it is you. I knew you would return to me, to us. This world... it grows darker by the moon, and the old blood calls us to stand strong. Your brother, he speaks of a path, a challenge, that could test even the mightiest orc. But remember, little one, our strength lies not just in our axes, but in the bonds forged in the heat of battle and...Read more