Chapter 1478 Unrivaled

Gruul's arm suddenly sank. He tried to raise his hand, but it seemed as if he was locked in a set of invisible huge heavy shackles, and he couldn't use his strength at all.

Illidan slowly pulled out the famous pair of green double blades from behind him, and gently struck them in front of him.

"哐——"

It was a clear and sonorous sound.

The bright green fel energy rippled across the twin blades of Azzinoth like ripples of water. The pair of artifact blades, snatched from the Void Lord and once again controlled by the fel energy owner, suddenly resonated joyfully.

The gravel falling from the broken top wall fell on the double blades, and immediately hit an invisible barrier, refracting and bouncing away.

The dazzling evil light on the blade did not disappear for a moment, but became more and more fierce. The dazzling green light seemed to overwhelm all the light in the huge temple.

As Illidan's fierce aura spread out, everything around him seemed to be shivering in the violent wind and rain.

"Get out of the way!" Sal finally couldn't help shouting.

flash?

How to flash?

If you are an agile thief, no problem.

Even a burly orc warrior has a not terrible dodge rate.

But the hill-like body of Dragon Slayer Gruul meant that he could only take all attacks hard.

Along with the sound of the wind being cut, an illusion appeared, and it looked like countless crescent moons shining with blazing green light were flying towards Gruul.

Gruul roared. He had just balanced his body and raised his right paw to slap it over.

It was at this moment that the space seemed to be strangely dislocated. At the last moment, Dragon Slayer Gruul jerked his head. As a result, a long green line appeared at the connection between his left shoulder and body.

"No!" Thrall in the distance cried out.

Gruul was a peerless strong man that he spent a lot of money to bring into the tribe. Although this method of relying on outsiders is a bit unreliable, in order to gain more say in communication with the alliance, the existence of a demigod-level powerhouse is necessary. Even though Gruul is only a demigod, not a demigod in the true sense.

Now, Gruul is clearly going to suffer a big loss.

Because behind Gruul's arm - the huge pillars and the thick outer wall of the temple, the extension of the green line can be clearly seen.

It wasn't until a full second later that everyone saw Gruul's huge left arm that was as big as a train wagon flying out.

The arm spun in the air, probably five or six times, and finally crashed to the battlefield below.

The arm that was chopped off fell into the middle of a group of tribal soldiers. Like a landslide, this half-flesh and half-rock arm immediately crushed the dozens of soldiers at the bottom into pulp. The remaining force of the arm still rolled out, and suddenly the tribe's formation was flattened with a crackle. I don't know how many tribe warriors were hit with broken muscles and bones, and died on the spot.

The tribal warlords who were directing the war below stared at this scene in stunned silence. Their impression of Gruul's invincibility collapsed in just a few seconds.

This is not the end.

When Illidan's Azzinoth sword slashed Gruul's arm away, suddenly, a rustling sound came from above and below the hall at the same time.

It seems like something is breaking. No, this is not broken anymore, this is simply collapsing.

Everyone in the fierce battle couldn't help but look back at him. The half of the temple hall closest to the outer wall suddenly separated to the left and right along the green line cut by Illidan.

The side that was not connected to the foundation or supporting columns, together with Gruul who lost his balance, rumbled downwards and fell to the flat ground near the temple gate in an instant, causing even more terrifying secondary damage.

Gruul was not dead, a fact he told everyone with an angry roar.

It was obvious that within a short period of time, Gruul was no longer able to participate in the battle.

At this moment, everyone finally had a relatively clear understanding of the strength of Illidan, the King of Outland.

No one here is Illidan's opponent!

For a moment, the air was dead silent.

Illidan's figure flashed at high speed, just a few movements similar to the flash of a mage, and he had already arrived in front of Thrall.

He could clearly feel that Thrall was shaking slightly while holding the [Hammer of Destruction].

Illidan tilted his head, opened his mouth, which was also full of sharp fangs, and showed a cruel smile: "Thall, the great chief of the orcs? You are very good! I will give you a chance to lead The entire tribe surrenders to me and becomes my slave. This way I can forgive you for your sins against my fortress."

In Thrall's eyes, he could only see Illidan's aggressive purple-blue face and his threatening fangs.

At this moment, he no longer felt the loss of temporarily losing Dragon Slayer Gruul. All he had in his heart now was the fear of Illidan's overwhelming strength.

But Sal has never been a timid person.

Otherwise he would not be the leader of the tribe.

Taking a deep breath of turbid air into his lungs, he used all his strength to scream and roar.

"Beasts—men—never—be—slaves—"

Classic, the reason why it is a classic.

It is because the will and belief contained inside cannot be reproduced.

Nine years ago, facing a powerful alliance, Thrall led the enslaved orcs to break free from their prisons and cut off their shackles before gaining freedom.

Nine years later, facing the strong half-body Illidan, Thrall still had no reason to betray the freedom of his compatriots.

If this hammer continues to be swung, Thrall himself may die.

But life and death have never been Thrall's first consideration.

All he has to do is declare an answer - the answer to freedom!

The flames of Doomhammer illuminated half of Illidan's face. The face full of evil still vaguely retains the outline of the handsome night elf from thousands of years ago.

However, Thrall's behavior at this moment made Illidan feel humiliated.

Because Thrall chose a difficult path that had the same goal as his but completely opposite methods - direct resistance!

"Then you go to hell -" The wielded double blades of Azzinoth looked like a green circle spinning around Illidan.

This circle arrived last, easily avoiding the heavy hammer head, and approached Thrall's neck at a faster speed.

At this moment, a huge figure suddenly inserted itself between Thrall and Illidan.

"Ah!" Sal's eyes widened in shock.

In his eyes as big as copper bells, in his field of vision, the extremely familiar figure that he once lost and then regained was split in half right in front of him...

"Orgrim!? No-"