Chapter 1479 The Master Is Here

Originally, Thrall was the inheritor of Orgrim's will.

In this life, Orgrim has a more profound meaning to Thrall, and he is also Thrall's life mentor.

When Thrall first lost Orgrim outside Dalaran, Thrall was heartbroken and regretted it for a long time. Orgrim returned as a dead man, and Thrall secretly rejoiced for many days and nights.

Once you lose something, you learn to cherish it better.

Because among the entire tribe, only Orgrim understands Thrall's heart best and can best think about the tribe from Thrall's perspective. And as a senior orc who once served as warchief, his opinions and experience are unparalleled.

Vol'jin is not bad, but Vol'jin is always a troll, and it is sometimes difficult for him to think about things from an orc's perspective.

Now Orgrim was struck by Illidan in a single face-to-face encounter. How could Thrall not be shocked and heartbroken? ?

Just the next moment, Sal smiled bitterly.

"I've been dead a long time ago!" Orgrim yelled, usually launching the [Counterattack Storm] while his upper body was still on the ground.

This scene was extremely weird. Orgrim, with only half of his body left, actually relied on the professional skills of a warrior to hit Illidan several times in mid-air.

Illidan stepped back and held the twin blades of Azzinoth ten meters away. He watched with interesting eyes as Orgrim, half of his body, fell to the ground and continued to jump.

Only then did everyone realize that Orgrim, as a Forgotten One, would never die again unless his soul core was damaged.

If Orgrim doesn't mind, he can just find a suture to sew his body up and continue fighting.

Before Thrall was happy, Illidan was unhappy.

He spat harshly: "It's such a dirty and annoying trait. Now that you're dead, just be obedient and become my strength."

Illidan put his weapon into the space bag with his left hand, and then stretched his free palm forward suddenly.

A green ball of evil energy was floating in the air, and the swaying green light above reflected the indifferent look on the face of the self-proclaimed Lord of Outland.

At this moment, the black cloth covering the upper half of his face could no longer hide the empty eye sockets under the black cloth, because evil green flames like netherworld fire were burning in the eye sockets. The shining light shines through, making Illidan look even more eerie and terrifying.

I have to say that the Van Cleefs are quite brave.

When Illidan jumped out, they made a decision to temporarily abandon the Soul Box and attack Illidan.

Unfortunately they were not successful.

A purple halo enveloped Illidan, causing their sharp blades to be rebounded hard before touching Illidan.

Gazios the Breaker, one of the four members of the Illidari Council and possessing paladin skills, directly placed a blessing of protection on Illidan, making Illidan temporarily immune to physical damage.

Another group of four, the night elf thief Vyles*Dark Shadow, used Shadow Step to approach Edwin VanCleef. After a few daggers, Old Fan had to give up Illidan and fight against Vyles.

No one can stop Illidan.

The light of the light ball on his left palm was dissipating little by little in his palm. Before everything around him returned to darkness, another existence that had been temporarily ignored suddenly broke out.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" Along with the indistinct soul wail, a strange light began to flash around the soul box. A purple-black vortex exuding a terrifying aura opened above the Soul Box.

The vortex was spinning rapidly, and no one felt anything was wrong at first.

Soon, everyone knew who this vortex was aimed at.

"Ugh——" Orgrim, who originally survived the disaster, suddenly had his soul out of his body.

A green soul that was exactly the same as Orgrim was absorbed by the soul vortex and flew out of the remaining half of his body. Before everyone could react, he plunged into the soul vortex.

In less than half a second, everyone discovered that the face of the source of suffering in the Soul Box had been replaced by Orgrim's face.

The former warchief closed his eyes tightly, opened his mouth full of fangs, and kept letting out a savage roar in the style of an orc.

It was an unconscious release of pain, but it conveyed pain, fear, and even stronger emotions than these to the entire tribal camp at the scene - shock.

Turning his neck as if it were a rusty machine, Thrall looked at the location where Orgrim was before again.

ash--

And a tragic situation that fits this statement very well.

Orgrim's body was extremely completely destroyed, like a weathered object that had been drained of all moisture, not even a trace of it left.

Illidan stamped his foot, and in the next second, Orgrim's remains were like dust swept away and torn apart by the storm. It was completely blown away, with no trace of the original trace left at all.

"No -" Sal shouted, unable to help but shed tears of regret, and began to cry.

Illidan sneered: "There are a lot of orc souls stuffed in the Soul Box. I don't care if there are a few more orc strong souls. What, why don't you surrender? Thrall, this is the last chance for you and your tribe. Already..."

The only answer to Illidan was a hammer.

It was a terrifying and oppressive feeling like a volcano was suddenly thrown over.

Illidan's face turned cold: "You are - seeking your own death!!" He raised his hand, and the demon spell [Dark Barrage] was fired out, and countless black shadow missiles poured into the thrown [ Doomhammer] Part 1.

The blazing fire on the hammer head quickly dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye. When the hammer flew over a distance of three meters, it was completely black and hit the ground heavily. It seems that this majestic hammer is no different from a piece of ordinary iron.

The powerful tribesmen are angry! Violent!

They abandoned their goal and rushed towards Illidan.

They wanted to cut into pieces the evil devil who dared to provoke their chief and trample on the dignity of the entire tribe.

it is a pity!

The gap in strength is so large that courage cannot make up for it.

[Shadow Impact]!

This extremely exaggerated shadow group attack skill easily knocked all the tribal warriors within 100 yards away. It took a while for them to fall heavily from the air like dumplings.

"Ha! Isn't this our great chief!?" Gurtug screamed strangely and walked to Thrall who was lying on the ground. He lifted Thrall with both hands. Because of the evil energy transformation, his figure is even larger than Thrall, who is already quite burly.

Gurtog looked at Illidan: "My master, do you mind if I torture him?"

Illidan nodded sarcastically.

The power of [Blood Boiling] was injected into Thrall's body, causing the dizzy Thrall to scream in agony.

Yirel, who was holding the Soul Box over there, couldn't help it anymore. She was about to say something, but suddenly she heard Vanessa's voice: "Don't be excited. The master is here."