It shook the treetops and branches of the entire forest violently.
This cry seemed to pull all the orcs back from the endless world of fear. If there is only one voice in this world, and one sentence can make them never forget it, then maybe it is it.
The Frostwolf elites suddenly understood why their young chief wanted to save the orc hero of the Warsong clan at such a high price.
Grom* Hellscream, he may die! He may be brutally killed on the spot!
But his unyielding spirit will illuminate the heart of every orc until the last moment of his life.
The orc warrior who had just been stunned for a moment came back to his senses at the same time. With a shameful expression on his face, a power called "Courage" surged from the bottom of his heart.
They... clenched the weapons in their hands and bared their long fangs.
This scene angered the proud Mannoroth!
For the demons of the Burning Legion who claim to be superior creatures, the orcs are really an inferior race worth mentioning.
They have destroyed countless worlds, races, and billions of living creatures.
Only powerful races that are truly recognized by the Demon King Sargeras and accepted into the Legion will be recognized as having the qualifications to talk to demons on an equal footing.
Under the army, all living beings are ants.
It's not unusual for Mannoroth to have such thoughts.
What surprised him was that this little orc, who only gained great strength by drinking his blood and was now in a weakened state, had the courage to resist his control. This made him very unhappy, just like a human being bitten by an ant.
Same reaction.
"If you don't want to be a slave! Or die -" Mannoroth felt that he had lost face.
Yes, his despicable fellow Dreadlords are hiding in the corner of the forest watching his jokes.
Abyss Lord is not a title, but a race.
In the Burning Legion, they are usually responsible for the vanguard.
Vanguard!
Not enough words to speculate!
He no longer talks nonsense, wielding a giant double-headed sword that can be called a "ship-cutting sword", and is capable of destroying heaven and earth as soon as he appears.
The huge shovel-like tip of the sword emits a bright and evil green light, and the sword slashes down diagonally.
The orc riders who had just seen the mountain giant were caught off guard.
The mountain giant is strong and powerful, its body is huge and its movements are cumbersome and slow.
To put it bluntly, if it is hit with a stick, it will have at least five seconds to run away. If it really can't run away, then you deserve to be unlucky.
But the Lord of the Abyss was like a running tank, running over him head-on. A huge sword was stretched forward, and the area covered by this blow was ridiculously large.
The area in front of Sal, which was as big as a basketball court, completely collapsed after a loud explosion.
This scene is so terrifying!
It felt like a human super cannon was blasting in front of me. With the destructive power of the 460mm shell explosion, everything in front of me bloomed like fireworks.
An entire squadron of 50 wolf cavalry was instantly torn apart like pieces of paper under the outrageous impact of the giant sword, turned into filthy flesh and blood, and then exploded in all directions.
Not without heroic wolf riders encouraging their mounts, seemingly rushing forward in an attempt to cause damage to Mannoroth, but to no avail.
The wolf cavalry's sword couldn't even separate his skin, let alone hurt his insides. He couldn't dodge. This demon was too huge. It crushed through the "short orcs" like a siege chariot.
Pass.
The approaching wolf rider was immediately met with great misfortune and was brutally slaughtered.
"Disperse! Centurions and below must evacuate immediately!" Thrall's heart was cut with a knife.
These are all the relatives and friends of the Frostwolf clan who grew up with him!
In front of a truly strong man, numbers become meaningless!
Thrall threw the [Destruction Hammer] at the abyss lord's ferocious face first!
The will of the previous master Orgrim was well passed on to Thrall through this semi-artifact. After gaining the approval of the war hammer, Thrall can easily exert 100% of its combat power!
The violent fire element burst out from the square-headed war hammer. Looking from a distance, Thrall did not throw his own war hammer, but threw a small sun into Mannoroth's face.
Even the well-informed Lord of the Abyss did not dare to underestimate this blow. He raised his arm and used his huge arm armor to swing Thrall's war hammer away.
"collapse!"
The flesh and blood exploded together with the arm armor.
For a human, this would be enough to be a fatal injury, but for the thick-skinned and fleshy Abyss Lord.
This is far from enough.
Thrall's only long-range weapon, or weapon, was blown away thirty meters away, like a pile of garbage.
The next moment, Mannoroth, furious, flew on all fours and rushed towards Thrall!
"Warchief!" Varok flew over, barely allowing Thrall to escape the demon lord's huge claws.
A joking expression appeared on the devil's face.
He raised his big paw and stepped down hard.
【War Trampling】!
The ground beneath Thrall's body instantly cracked and collapsed, shaking so violently that they could not stand up at all.
In front of them, the terrifying big demon raised the giant sword in his hand high and was about to cut off his head.
At this critical moment, Grom suddenly felt that his consciousness was blurred.
Time seems to have stopped.
A voice sounded in his ear.
The strange thing is that it was his own voice.
"Grom! You're tired!"
"I can still kill that guy!"
"Grom, you will die!"
"So what if I die?"
"Grom, why did you save him? Thrall is not one of your tribe."
"Thall is the warchief!"
"Grom, that is the self-proclaimed chief. Are you convinced that this young man is allowed to ride on your head?"
"I don't accept it!"
"Then why..."
"Because! I feel that I can only be an executioner in this life! The executioner cannot create the future. But he can!"
After saying this sentence in one breath, Grom smiled.
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He could feel the passage of his life, he caught a glimpse of the white hair hanging down from his temples, and he also saw the fear in the eyes of the orc warriors.
But, so what?
"Lok'Tar-Ogar!"
Grom *Hellroar, raised the [Blood Roar] with its ax blade full of gaps, and at the same time let out a thunderous roar worthy of the name of 'Hell Roar'.
Like a dying lion, he charged against the huge demon lord alone for the sake of his last dignity.
It was an indomitable battle. He faced a huge creature like the legendary Titan, a fist as big as a mountain, and a terrifying giant sword that could split the earth.
It was a war between the humblest ants and the giants who claimed to be noble.
He had never jumped such an exaggerated height in his life, so much so that when he jumped, he felt every inch of muscle in his legs torn apart.
But, so what?
This is the blow that burns the last bit of his life and soul!
For the future of the orcs...
He has no regrets!
A blazing red light tore through the atmosphere, like lightning passing through Mannoroth's one-meter-thick super-hard metal breastplate.
The chest of this terrifying giant demonic creature exploded like a watermelon.
