The pit lord Mannoroth has many things on his mind.
To lead to the world of Azeroth thirty-five years later, why bother?
Mannoroth has reservations about the construction of the Dark Portal.
As the commander of the Vanguard of the Burning Legion, Mannoroth is well-informed and experienced, and he knows that disrupting time and space is a taboo in the universe.
Archimonde boss said that this would be a reason to destroy Azeroth.
Garrosh, who did not belong to this era, was particularly conspicuous in Mannoroth's eyes, and Mannoroth tested him more than once.
Through Garrosh, Mannoroth learned about the history of the orcs in parallel time and space, as well as the tragic fate of the boss Archimonde.
When Archimonde heard the news, he fell into a rare silence, and finally asked a question.
"The decisive battle of Orgrimmar, who saved Garrosh?"
When he learned that it was the prophet Velen, Archimonde's face was ugly, and he warned Mannoroth to find a way to get out immediately to avoid being involved.
Seeing the orc chiefs making a mess from a distance, Mannoroth, who had been thinking about something, ignored them and remained silent, signaling with his eyes that Gul'dan would preside over the meeting.
Gul'dan commanded the warlocks to bring in a vat filled with the blood of Mannoroth. After opening the lid, a fishy smell spread out, and the strong evil power overflowed.
Just taking a sip, the chiefs felt relaxed and happy, their bodies were full of strength, and they were all eager to try, like cats smelling fishy smell.
Gul'dan scooped up a cup of Mannoroth's blood from a wooden cup and looked at the chiefs with red eyes:
"Who is willing to be the first to accept this great honor?"
Several chiefs stepped forward at the same time, but were pushed aside by the stronger Grom Hellscream, and walked towards Gul'dan carrying Gorehowl.
Grom took the cup and felt the rich evil power in the cup. Grom's heart beat violently in his chest, longing for this powerful power.
"I really want to drink it in one gulp!"
Grom resisted the temptation and pretended to turn his face away, making a deliberately disgusted expression.
Gul'dan was very surprised and whispered:
"Drink, Hellscream, this is the fate of the orcs, and you will all be kings."
Grom secretly glanced at Garrosh, who was covering his face not far away, turned his face to Gul'dan, and asked:
"But, Gul'dan, at what cost?"
Gul'dan was very puzzled. Among the many chiefs of the orcs, Grom clearly desired the blood of Mannoroth the most.
Asking questions knowingly.
Gul'dan was very angry and opened his cloak in front of many chiefs, revealing his ferocious face:
"All this."
According to the aesthetics of orcs, the more ferocious the face, the more handsome.
Gul'dan, who had drunk the blood of Mannoroth, had a distorted face and red eyes, looking like a demon. He was a rare handsome man among the orcs.
After witnessing Gul'dan's true appearance, the surrounding chiefs exclaimed and wished they could drink the blood of Mannoroth immediately.
Grom's eyes tightened slightly, he was very resistant, and was about to say something.
Powerful evil power gathered around him. Gul'dan showed terrifying evil power. Grom's body was stiff and unable to move.
Gul'dan said loudly in front of everyone:
"Look, Grom Hellscream has successfully transplanted the heart of a Gronn, one of the most powerful warriors among the orcs, but you are nothing in front of the great evil energy."
Grabbing Grom's cup, Gul'dan released the magic restraint. Grom knelt weakly on the ground, panting violently.
"Grom Hellscream, let me ask you again, are you willing to accept this great honor?"
Grom turned his head slightly and glanced at Garrosh again.
Garrosh nodded.
Grom took the wooden cup, stared into Gul'dan's eyes, then turned the rim of the cup and poured the blood of Mannoroth onto the ground.
The orc chiefs exclaimed almost simultaneously.
Gul'dan was just slightly stunned, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and his hands like chicken claws dancing, brewing a powerful magic.
He wants to punish Grom with the harshest punishment and make him regret living in this world.
Later, Gul'dan discovered that the power of evil was suppressed, and he hurriedly raised his head and looked up, while cautiously stepping back.
Abyss Lord Mannoroth appeared behind Grom and let out a sarcastic laugh:
"You dare to refuse this gift."
Grom held Bloodhowl tightly, turned around sharply, and faced Mannoroth's tall body.
Mannoroth took a few steps back and forth, hesitating in his mind whether he should take the opportunity to leave and give up this body, but before doing so, he must kill this hateful orc.
Mannoroth waved his halberd, pointed at the surrounding orc chiefs, and roared loudly:
"Did you bring these bastards here for your funeral?"
"It's none of our business!"
The chiefs grimaced and glared at Grom. Seeing the approaching battle, the chiefs fled in all directions.
Mannoroth gave Grom a strong sense of oppression. His legs became weak and it was almost difficult to stand. He instinctively threw away the blood roar and ran away without looking back.
"coward!"
Just as Mannoroth was about to pursue him, not far away, the roar of cannons rang out, and countless firelights flew towards him.
Garrosh waved his torch, positioning the artillery units.
Many shells hit the target, earth-shattering explosions were heard, and the smoke dissipated. Mannoroth was unscathed and sneered:
"Is this what you rely on? With these scraps of metal, poor orcs, you probably don't know the power of the Star Destroyer. The power of just one cannonball is enough to turn the entire Tanaan Jungle into a sea of fire.
, lava flowed across the river, but I was able to remain unscathed and walk unimpeded among the lava and flames."
Suddenly, a feeling of palpitations came to my heart.
Mannoroth raised his head sharply, unable to see anything in the vast night and pitch-black sky.
But the abyss demon's innate perception told him that a mysterious star battleship had locked him firmly.
"Who?" Mannoroth asked.
No matter how many times the Abyss Demon dies, his soul can be reborn in the void. He only needs to reshape his body.
But there are several methods that can directly kill their souls.
Taking a deep breath, Mannoroth knew that it was too late to kill the fleeing orcs, so he hurriedly removed his magical defenses and prepared to self-destruct.
Whoosh whoosh!
Dozens of chained crossbow arrows flew over at the same time, and several of them hit the target and pierced Mannoroth's wings.
A large group of dead orcs appeared around, pushing carts filled with bombs and rushing toward Mannoroth desperately.
Mannoroth already wanted to withdraw and didn't care about this.
Rumble.
A large mushroom cloud surged into the sky, and a large crater exploded where Mannoroth was.
After the dust settled, Garrosh stepped forward cautiously and picked up Gorehowl from the dust.
"then!"
The trembling Grom hid behind a big rock. Only after Mannoroth blew himself up did he dare to stand up and catch Gorehowl.
"History will remember you, Grom Hellscream, for killing Mannoroth with your own hands."
Garrosh comforted the livid Hellscream.
Gul'dan came to the place where Mannoroth blew himself up with his staff, and said to himself in confusion:
"This should not be the fate of orcs."
Garrosh took off the cloth that covered his face and sneered: "Times have changed, Gul'dan."
Gul'dan frowned: "It's you, we've met before."
Warlocks from the Shadow Council surrounded this place. Gul'dan looked at Garrosh and said with a ferocious smile: