The duel between the two most powerful orcs, and under the strict protection of the two orc armies, would certainly not allow the humble pandaren to get close.
Huo Ji was shocked to see so many orcs, almost all over the mountains and plains.
The strange thing is that many orc scouts clearly saw Huo Ji and his party, but turned a blind eye to them.
Huo Ji was confused. He was also a person who loved to watch the excitement. Hearing the cheers, he plucked up the courage and tried to get closer to the arena step by step.
There were too many orc soldiers, and it was crowded. Everyone rushed to watch the wonderful duel between Thrall and Garrosh.
Huo Ji unconsciously squeezed into the Kor'kron army and lost contact with his subordinates. Unexpectedly, the orc soldiers "actively" made way for him.
Scratching his head in confusion, Huo Ji unconsciously advanced among the orc army.
In this way, among the tens of thousands of elite Kor'kron troops, Huo Ji moved forward step by step, allowing him to penetrate into the front row.
The surrounding Kor'kron orcs were talking a lot, praising the greatness of Warchief Garrosh, but no one noticed that there was a pandaren next to them.
Standing in the front row, Huo Ji clearly saw the duel between Thrall and Garrosh.
Being able to appreciate the heroic appearance of the great chief at such a close distance made Huo Ji feel excited, but he soon saw some clues.
"Nothing more than that!"
Huo Ji curled his lips, realizing that he would end up in the same situation himself.
The duel between the two entered a critical moment. Garrosh suddenly staggered and was accidentally punched in the face by Thrall, causing blood to flow everywhere.
Thrall seized the opportunity and struck Garrosh with fists and kicks like a storm. Garrosh was completely in passive defense and could not save the situation. He was quickly knocked to the ground with a punch.
Grabbing Garrosh by the collar, Thrall punched him in the head one after another.
The Kor'kron orcs were silent, not expecting that Warchief Garrosh would be defeated like this.
The fire of the Fire Season surges up. You must know that Warchief Garrosh is his idol, a great hero, and a great hero.
Although the orcs ate up Huo Ji's family, this had nothing to do with Garrosh. Huo Ji had always had clear grudges.
Seeing his idol being severely beaten by Thrall, with his life and death uncertain, Huo Ji's mind went blank, leaving only endless anger.
Unable to bear it anymore, Huo Ji jumped out with a vigorous step, used Zhenqi Burst, and crossed the arena like a thunderbolt, jumping in front of Thrall.
Garrosh fell to the ground, enduring Thrall's continuous heavy blows. It looked like he was dripping with blood, but in fact he was not seriously injured. Thanks to the special oil smeared all over his body, it could help him reduce most of the damage. Thrall's fists
Each punch is heavier than the last, and the impact on the body is just like a massage.
"Okay, it's time for me to beat you." Garrosh whispered.
"Don't worry, the more you get beaten, the better your counterattack will be." Sal said enthusiastically.
Garrosh was about to say something when he saw Thrall's body vacate.
Is this the time to use your ultimate move?
The oil protects Garrosh, but the damage it can reduce is actually limited, and he will still be injured if he sustains a heavy blow exceeding a certain level.
Just then, Garrosh discovered that a fat pandaren appeared behind Thrall and grabbed Thrall by the back of his neck.
"How dare you harm the great Warchief Garrosh."
Huo Ji grabbed Sal and rushed upward for a certain distance, then turned Sal's body so that his head rushed down and hit the ground hard.
"Bang!"
There was a loud noise, and Thrall's head came into close contact with the ground. This heavy blow should have killed Thrall. Fortunately, the oil on Thrall's body was unusual, which helped him reduce most of the damage.
But despite this, Sal was still knocked dizzy.
Huo Ji was surprised when he saw that Sal was fine. He grabbed Sal's bald head and touched the grease on his hand.
"It turns out this grease is protecting you."
Huo Ji grabbed Thrall's neck, rubbed his head and face closely against the ground, and ran quickly around the arena.
After the grease was rubbed away, Sal was immediately confused with blood and flesh, wailing loudly and begging for mercy.
The two people watching the battle were dumbfounded, how could this happen?
Vol'jin was the first to react, pointing at the stunned Garrosh and yelling:
"Despicable Garrosh, you broke the promise of the orcs and actually sent the humble pandaren to sneak attack Thrall, the savior."
Garrosh looked innocent, but how could he admit his mistake? He sneered and said, "Thall is a waste. He can't even defeat a panda."
Vol'jin knew that if something happened to Thrall, he would be doomed. After all, Vol'jin was a troll, and without Thrall as his backer, the evil orcs would not listen to him.
"The savior Thrall is in trouble. The brave evil orcs fight for the savior."
Thrall was attacked by the pandaren, and the evil orcs had long been simmering with anger. After receiving the order, they rushed into the arena desperately.
Upon seeing this, General Nazgrim immediately commanded the Kor'kron orcs to rush in to rescue Garrosh.
The evil orcs and the Kor'kron orcs started a big melee.
Thrall was quickly rescued by Woking. With blood on his face, he yelled angrily:
"Damn Garrosh, I actually fell into his trap. If I don't get revenge for this, I swear I will never become an orc."
A shaman helped Thrall heal his injuries. Seeing the uncontrollable melee between the evil orcs and Kor'kron, their eyes turned red. Thrall rolled his eyes and asked:
"Wo'jin, what do you think?"
Vol'jin was quick and figured out Thrall's thoughts, and whispered: "Lord Savior, the outcome is uncertain now. If we and Garrosh kill both of us, it will only make the Jinyu people of Yongchun Terrace easier. If they fall out,
what to do?"
Thrall nodded after hearing this: "Yes, the relationship between us and the Jinyu people is just mutual use. The Jinyu people hate Garrosh to death, how can they have a good impression of me."
Wojin suggested: "It is better to retreat temporarily to avoid falling into the chaos."
Thrall patted Wo'jin on the shoulder and smiled: "Just what I wanted."
A teleportation scroll was torn open, Thrall disappeared, and Vol'jin also threw a cloud of smoke, leaving no trace.
Almost at the same time, General Nazgrim personally led an elite force to cover Garrosh's retreat.
"What's going on with that pandaren?" Garrosh asked angrily.
Nazgrin whispered:
"How did the pandaren sneak into the orc army? I suspect it was Thrall's conspiracy, and he deliberately staged a show to embarrass us. I have already captured him, and you will know if you ask."
Garrosh hesitated, sensing something was wrong.
Seeing the two sides fighting, Garrosh felt unsure and ordered: "Find the Dark Heart of Y'Shaarj immediately."
Nazgrin's eyes lit up and his blood boiled: "Warchief, do you want to personally command the battle?"
Garrosh glanced at the three Jinyu elders floating in the sky and cursed: "Idiot, now tens of thousands of troops are fighting in a melee. It's hard to say who will win. I can't take this risk. Nazgrin, you lead
The elites will escort the Heart of Y'Shaarj away, and I will arrive shortly."
Nazgrin secretly admired him. This was the truly wise chief. He was not influenced by the victory or defeat in front of him. He was a wise man who cherished his own life.
Before the two sides fell into a complete melee, Garrosh tore open the teleportation scroll and left. Nazgrim led an elite force to escort the cart carrying the Dark Heart of Y'Shaarj away.
Nazgrin did not forget to take away the culprit Fire Season.