Two hundred and ninety-six chapters: Who is the Great Chief II
In Hearthglen, Thrall once used the power of hellfire transformation, but was easily defeated by Barthras Jr. King Saurfang knew Thrall's secret and hurriedly reminded Garrosh loudly.
They were allies and together they planned a conspiracy against Thrall.
"Stupid King Saurfang, the hellfire transformation has long been outdated. It is only a negligible power."
Thrall said fiercely, with a triumphant grin at the same time. The power of evil energy transformed his body, and the dark power condensed in his body. A pair of huge spiraling devil horns grew out of Thrall's head.
The sharp magic horn seems to be inserted into the void, constantly absorbing the power of evil energy.
"Under my secret planning, the Alliance and the Horde conquered the Black Temple and eliminated the demon hunter Illidan. The Legion rewarded me with these devil horns, which enabled me to better use the power of evil. When I first
When I came into contact with evil energy, I fell in love with it. Powerful energy without restraint is what I need."
With a sudden sound, a pair of dark magic wings spread out behind Thrall. His feet left the ground and were suspended in mid-air. His whole body changed, with large muscles bulging, and his ferocious face was buried in the darkness.
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"After defeating Arthas of the Frozen Throne, the legion rewarded me with these flexible magic wings, allowing me to fly freely in the air. In the dead of night, I would occasionally transform and fly in Orgrimmar, looking for my favorite
food."
"You, you are the flying man-eating demon of Orgrimmar? Oh my god!"
King Saurfang let out a cry of surprise. He struggled to stand up regardless of his injuries, just to see more clearly.
After the fall of the Lich King Arthas, Orgrimmar had a terrifying time. A very fast flying Doom Guard often appeared in the dead of night and liked to eat the brains of orc cubs. Orgrimmar once had a terrible time.
People are panicking, and many adventurers have investigated the flying demon, but all ended up with no bones left.
The terrifying flying man-eating demon that can stop children from crying ranks first in the top ten mysteries of Orgrimmar.
"No, no, who would have thought that the man-eating demon is actually you, Sal, the savior."
Eitrigg grabbed his hair fiercely. If he hadn't witnessed it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed it was true. He had been ordered to investigate the flying man-eating demon, and even consulted Medivh, but in the end he couldn't.
Of.
"Bless me, my ancestors, what kind of monster is sleeping with me?" Agna turned pale with fright. Thinking of the flying man-eating demon sleeping next to her, she couldn't help but get wet all over.
Trembling.
"Yes, it's me. Someone told me that children's brain can treat certain diseases. Damn it, you are a despicable liar. I have taken more than a thousand and it has no effect at all." Sal cursed in the most resentful tone,
This probably aroused sad memories in him, and he glared at Eitrigg fiercely.
"I just said that casually, how could you take it seriously?"
Eitrigg cried sadly, feeling that he had been wronged. In order to treat Thrall's hidden illness, he collected countless secret secrets of folk remedies, secrets from ancient times, including the theory of children's brain.
A contemptuous sneer appeared at the corner of Garrosh's mouth, but he was still full of confidence. Thrall's demon transformation was very unexpected, but it was not enough to defeat him. Few people knew that he still retained a small amount of evil power.
boom!
The huge evil power came again, causing Thrall's form to change again.
Thrall's body squirmed, strong muscles and dense scales appeared, sharp bone spurs protruded from the body, and a strong exoskeleton protected his elbows and shoulders. Today, Thrall no longer looks like an orc, and his
The forelimbs turned into a pair of huge sharp pincers, and a thick tail trailed behind it. The whole body was covered with thick scales, much like a fusion of the Doom Guards of the Burning Legion and the Abyss Lord.
Thrall spread out a pair of wings, and his huge body crawled on the ground, like a mountain.
"After defeating Deathwing, the Legion gave me the ultimate transformation power. I don't know if this form can defeat Medivh. Of course, a cautious person like me will not try it easily, but you, in my opinion
We are just a bunch of bugs, your resistance is meaningless."
Garrosh stared at the monster Thrall, feeling uneasy in his heart. He hurriedly grabbed Gorehowl, which was still on the ground. He moved his body and shook his ferocious muscular arms:
"My father once killed the abyss lord Mannoroth, and I have always been proud of him. Now I will also kill the demon with my own hands. Your huge magic horn will become my new shoulder armor, Thrall."
Demon Thrall laughed loudly: "Do you think an orc can kill a powerful abyss lord? That is just a lie to deceive Tyrande and Malfurion, a pair of idiots. Killing Mannoroth is actually...
....Forget it, why let a dead man know? Your death is coming, go and ask your timid father."
Garrosh entered a violent state, his eyes were blood red, and the remaining evil power made his muscles bulge. Garrosh clenched Gorehowl with both hands, jumped up high, and slashed Thrall's head.
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Thrall, however, did not dodge and allowed the ax to hit his head.
Bang!
There was an earth-shattering loud noise, and Thrall's head was intact. Garrosh's arms were numb from the shock, and a huge backlash spread through his internal organs. Garrosh, who fell back to the ground, instantly lost his strength and became weak.
, spit out a mouthful of blood, and half-knelt on the ground.
"Are you tickling me, little orc? Is this the power you are proud of?"
Thrall looked at Garrosh condescendingly, sneered, stretched out the huge pincers of his forelimbs, and easily crushed Garrosh's right shoulder.
"No, my ancestors! It's terrible. What a terrible monster this is."
Garrosh's full blow was unable to hurt Thrall in the demonic state at all. King Saurfang trembled after seeing it. He truly realized that Thrall at this moment was invincible.
Garrosh was frightened. The orc warrior was so frightened that he knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Thrall:
"No, please forgive me, great savior Sal, I was wrong. I am willing to be your most loyal slave. I am willing to be your dog like my father. You can put a collar on me."
"I've given you a chance, but it's a pity that you didn't cherish it. Your father is an old dog, and you are just a disobedient puppy!"
Thrall's pincers grabbed Garrosh and folded him up, causing Garrosh to scream.
Thrall kneaded Garrosh into a ball, and when he felt that he had had enough, he opened his bloody mouth and swallowed him in one bite.
Soon, Thrall vomited out a bunch of things, Mannoroth's Tusk Pauldrons, Orgrimmar's black armor, mixed with Garrosh's broken bones.
Thrall crushed Garrosh's skull with one foot, and Thrall spat out a breath of black turbid air. The once arrogant Garrosh Hellscream, the chief of the tribe, and the executioner who destroyed Theramore, was so easily defeated by him.
After eating, Sal stretched out his long tongue and licked the meat residue at the corner of his mouth.
"It's a good delicacy, but unfortunately I haven't eaten enough yet. So now, who of you is willing to be the savior's delicacy and get this great honor? I hope you won't refuse." Thrall looked at King Saurfang, and then at
The trembling Agna.
Eitrigg was the first to react and quickly knelt at Thrall's feet, kowtowing.
"Great savior, Eitrigg will always be your most loyal friend. I am willing to serve you. I will be yours in life and your undead servant in death. I will never betray you."
"You incompetent slave, you have found so many ways, the medicine I took can fill the warehouse of Orgrimmar Auction House, but you still can't cure my disease, you stupid old orc, I want you
What's the use?" Thrall kicked Eitrigg away, but did not kill him. He just threatened: "I will settle the account with you later."
Thrall crawled towards Agna who was shivering aside:
"Little girl, tell me, who is your orc lover? We had a tryst under the moonlight, and he called you cute little Nana, and you called him strong little Zuozuo. I know all this, but I just don't want to pay attention to it.
, do you think I am really afraid of him? Do you regret your betrayal now? "
Agna knelt on the ground and begged: "Great savior Sal, please let me go. I know I was wrong. Please let me go for the sake of the child."
"Unfortunately, it's too late. I will hang you naked couple on the city gate of Orgrimmar, and let you die miserably under the scorching sun. As for the children you give birth to, I will eat them."
Take his brains out." Thrall stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, turned to look at King Saurfang, and said with a ferocious smile:
"I really want to taste the taste of the failed experiments of the Burning Legion. Are you willing to get this great honor? King Saurfang."
King Saurfang fell to his knees on the ground with a plop, and kept begging Thrall for his life.
Jingle bells.
As a crisp bell rang, an old troll appeared. Vol'jin, the great chief of the tribe, appeared in front of Thrall holding a pair of sharp troll poison-extracting blades in his hands.
Different from the previous troll who was hunched over, Vol'jin straightened his back at this moment, showed a strange smile, stroked his long teeth, and looked up and down at Thrall in the demon form:
"Oh! Oh! It's really lively here. I heard the restlessness of the soul, which was Garrosh's fear, so I came. It's a rare good show today."
Thrall almost ignored the existence of Vol'jin. Vol'jin was nothing more than an insignificant facilitator. He would support whoever had the upper hand, a loyal lackey and a puppet warchief.
"Vol'jin, are you here to pay allegiance to the great savior, or to celebrate the true warchief?" Thrall shook his huge body and breathed out the flames of evil energy.
Maybe King Saurfang should be roasted before eating. Thrall hesitates whether to change the taste.
Vol'jin hesitated for a moment, carefully observed Thrall's form, and finally plucked up the courage to say:
"Since we formed an alliance with the orcs, our troll family has not dared to straighten our waists. We can only walk bent over to show respect to the orcs. Now, this miserable day is finally over. Poor Thrall, you will eventually
If you become a defeated general under me, I will torture your soul day and night."
Thrall looked at the old troll strangely. He didn't understand where Wo'jin's confidence came from!
"Wo'jin, are you kidding me?" Thrall's face darkened.
"Thall, I've had enough of your domineering behavior, and I want you to know who the real warchief is."
Vol'jin grabbed a pair of poison war blades and stared at Thrall with a pair of bright little eyes. (To be continued)