Chapter 410 The Summer Night of Dal
Grommash Hellscream, cautiously crawling through the grass, his brown skin blending seamlessly with the surrounding withered grass, went unnoticed, sweat slowly seeping through his hands clutching the battle axe due to tension.
Right in front of him, less than a hundred meters away, a talbuk was leisurely grazing, occasionally lifting its head and looking around vigilantly.
Every time it lifted its head, Grommash had to flatten himself to the ground to avoid being detected.
As the distance closed, impatience gradually built in him. When only forty meters remained, the talbuk, as if sensing something, suddenly bolted off into the distance.
Damn it! Grommash, a bit anxious, took a step to give chase, but a large hand suddenly pressed down on his shoulder.
That powerful hand instantly calmed him down.
Looking up, he saw his father's face, deep with expression and authority.