Hellscream lost his mind after going berserk. He clenched the Blood Roar with both hands and jumped up high. The Gronn heart hidden in the Blood Roar gave him powerful power, and he slashed at Cenarius with a harsh sound of wind.
Bang!
There was a loud noise, and sparks shot out. Hellscream's arms were numb with shock, and the tiger's mouth burst. The huge rebound force made him fly backwards far away, and he fell heavily to the ground. His whole body felt like falling apart in pain, and he was immediately released from the violent state.
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Cenarius only felt waves of dizziness, but he was unscathed and not a trace of skin was broken.
He sorted out the messy hair on his head in confusion. The blood roar still had some effect, and a few hairs left him. Then he looked at the old orc in front of him in surprise.
"Are you okay?"
In fact, Robbie made a mistake. After ten thousand years of growth, Cenarius' strength has increased a lot, and he is already a veritable demigod. His body is harder than steel.
Hellscream is just a stronger orc, and the life levels are too different. Even if he stands still and lets him chop, he can't kill Cenarius.
After reluctantly getting up from the ground, Hellscream realized that this strange-looking creature was much more powerful than him. Hellscream rolled his eyes and immediately came up with a good idea.
He cried loudly, like a wronged girl.
Cenarius was a little confused. I was the one who was attacked in the secret passage. Why did the attacker cry?
Looking at the legendary giant ax filled with murderous intent, Cenarius was more sure that the old orc was Grom Hellscream, so he asked in confusion:
"Hellscream, why are you crying?"
Grom Hellscream cried, and slapped his mouth hard again, his cheeks swollen: "I was wrong, I thought an enemy was chasing me, and I struck him with an ax without seeing clearly. I shouldn't have dealt with such a great man.
And the elegant god has murderous intentions, I really deserve to die, the humble Hellscream has seen the noble Lord Cenarius."
Cenarius was actually full of resentment, and he would not be happy if anyone was struck by an axe. When Grom Hellscream started crying, Cenarius' anger disappeared immediately. He waved his hand and said:
"Get up, Grom Hellscream, it's not your fault, it's all the fault of the night elves in Ashenvale. They dared to offend the noble orcs and provoke a dispute between the orcs and the night elves. Don't worry, I will definitely get it back for you.
justice."
Grom Hellscream stopped crying and said in a low voice: "Lord Cenarius, you are so magnanimous that you are worthy of being the patron saint of the night elves. A friend of mine lives in the lower reaches of this river. Please, Cenarius."
Sir, give me a ride, my friend has great respect for you."
Cenarius thought to himself: This old orc is probably frightened. It's okay. Without my escort, it would be difficult for him to escape from here, so he said: "Hellscream, just don't worry, I will protect you.
No night elf dares to do something to you, and I also want to meet your friend."
Hellscream was overjoyed. With such a powerful guardian, he didn't have to worry about the night elves pursuing him.
The two of them walked together. Along the way, Hellscream was extremely flattering and flattering, and Cenarius was very helpful. This was Hellscream's best skill.
In his early years, Hellscream led the Warsong clan into a conflict with the ogres, but was defeated and captured by the ogres. He betrayed his partner to the ogre warlords and used his flattery and flattery to win the chance of survival.
Of course, the final winner was the flexible Hellscream, so the world of Draenor began to spread stories about how Grom Hellscream defied death and had an iron will. He was hung on a tree by an ogre and baked in the sun.
After being roasted for half a month, he was extremely weak, but he successfully killed the ogre's warlord with his teeth and won the victory.
A legendary story, but don’t forget that there are only two characters in the story, one is Grom Hellscream, and the other is the dead Ogre Overseer. Without a third witness, how could this story spread?
What about?
Countless history proves that the winner can weave garlands on his head at will.
The journey went very smoothly. Cenarius and Hellscream soon arrived at the lower reaches of the river, near a hidden mountain col in the Barrens. Hellscream enthusiastically led the way into the col.
Cenarius felt that Hellscream's friend should be an orc or a troll. The entrance to the mountain col was filled with beautiful flowers, all of which he had never seen before. It was obvious that the owner here had a special interest.
figure.
Then, Cenarius smelled the smell of evil energy, and was suddenly startled. A huge figure like a hill appeared in front of him.
Abyss Lord Mannoroth looked down at Hellscream and said in surprise: "Hellscream, you escaped from the night elves and brought a guest. Is this a gift from you?"
Grom Hellscream said respectfully: "Great Lord of the Abyss, this is the food I gave you."
"food?"
Cenarius was so frightened that he saw Mannoroth grinning with a ferocious smile, and he flew towards him. The abyss lord's body was as huge as a hill, but he was extremely flexible.
Mannoroth's huge limbs pressed Cenarius to the ground, bit off his neck, and tore apart his flesh and blood. Even though Cenarius' body was harder than steel, he was spitting sulfur from his mouth.
In front of the flaming Abyss Lord, he looked like paper.
Cenarius let out a miserable cry, and Mannoroth swallowed his flesh and blood, leaving no bones. At the same time, the flames of the abyss burned his soul. After a full quarter of an hour, Mannoroth was satisfied.
Burping, Cenarius had been eaten completely, leaving only a head.
"Yes, I finally ate a rare delicacy. The flesh and blood of the demigod is still good, but his soul escaped. What a pity." Mannoroth laughed heartily: "The head is yours, Hellscream, you
Your defeat is a shame, I hope this head can bring you glory and save some face."
Cenarius died with his eyes open, Hellscream picked up his head, but he couldn't be happy at all:
"My Warsong clan is all gone, what's the use of me being the only veteran left?"
Mannoroth said while picking his teeth: "It doesn't matter, the Dragon Clan will send new soldiers soon, and the Warsong Clan can be reborn from the ashes. However, Hellscream, you must learn the lessons of failure."
Hellscream suddenly showed new hope. He gritted his teeth and said: "The night elves have been prepared for a long time. Apparently someone told them my sneak attack plan. I must find this traitor."
Mannoroth smiled and shook his head: "It's useless, Hellscream, even if you know who this traitor is, you can't do anything about him. You have done a very good job of keeping secrets. Even the Warsong clan doesn't know the plan. Only Yi
Trigg obeyed the order and cooperated, so wouldn’t it be clear who the traitor is?”
"Etrigg, oh, no, it's the insidious Thrall." Hellscream slapped his forehead hard: "Damn it, I should have thought of it earlier. Thrall can't just sit back and watch the rise of the Warsong clan."