Chapter 882 Why Save Me?

As the first warrior of the tribe, even in a crazy state, Grom's Hellscream blow was extremely powerful.

It was an astonishing momentum that set off huge waves and crashed against the blue-black rocks on the coast. Even if there is a seemingly indestructible rock in front of him, there is still a sense of trance that it will be destroyed with one blow.

However, Duke is obviously a mage who has nothing to do with melee combat professionals. Quite unexpectedly, his movements look like a strong man who looks around.

Everyone could predict that Duke's counterattack was coming in the next moment.

Like a seagull preying in a storm, Duke's mysterious, proud, confident and elegant demeanor after gracefully escaping from the strong and crazy waves crashing on the shore... In the eyes of a thousand strong men, Duke can Read ten thousand flavors.

Sal was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

"So, is this the true form of the ultimate strong man in this world of magic and martial arts?"

Fight back!

It's coming in the next moment!

The long and huge [Blood Roar] struck the ground hard, and black sand suddenly rose into the air, as if time had stopped.

At this moment, Grom's terrifying offensive, which seemed to be able to smash even mountains with one blow, was suddenly smashed to pieces by an arm that looked extremely slender!

Every tribal strongman opened his mouth in oblivion. They felt a sense of wonder at how this human male arm, which was much slender than the orcs, passed through the blood-red light on Grom's body and pressed it onto the rough face. A vague illusion - as if it were an extremely huge iron hook instead of Duke's arm.

With Wo'jin's vicious vision and wisdom, he only saw the fact that Grom was caught, but did not see the process of Duke catching Grom.

It's so shocking.

Being able to press Grom's face with your hands means that you can also kill Grom with one move.

If they can perfectly dodge Grom's first strike, they can do it.

But Duke is a mage——

Wo'jin felt like his mind was in a mess. So, doesn't Duke Marcus also have hero-level strength in the melee field?

Wo'jin suddenly discovered something that warrior heroes could not see. There was a faint magical light on the streamlined muscles of Duke's arms.

The light formed a thread, imprinted on Duke's arm like some kind of exquisite inscription. Even Duke's robe could not completely conceal this layer of brilliance.

When Duke used mana, the magic elements in the air seemed to be divided into twelve strands, and also seemed to rush up together and inject Duke's arm. In the end, Woking even felt that it was the magic elements pushing Duke's arm. His arms grabbed Grom's big face...

"Repent for your lack of composure and flaws! Grom*Hellscream!" Accompanied by a domineering declaration, against the background of the mouths of the powerful tribesmen so big that they could stuff a watermelon into them, Duke unexpectedly With one hand, Grom lost his balance, and his ugly face had a gorgeous intimate contact with the earth.

"Drink——"

Duke's right arm muscles stretched, and his leg strength, waist strength, and arm strength combined with the blessing power created by Xiri-level magic power, pushing Grom, whose facial muscles had been distorted, to stagger and sprint more than ten meters away, with heavy blows. The ground dragged out a huge black mark mixed with traces of blood.

Then when he hit the wall of the Moon Well, Duke used the momentum of the impact to lift Grom up, and then pressed his head into the knee-deep crystal blue well water. .

At the same moment, the magic circle was fully activated!

Countless silver-white rays of light surged from all directions, hovering above the moon well, and finally converged on Duke's arm.

White light is shining!

I only felt traces of blood begin to dissipate in mid-air with a sharp cry.

"Wake up, you idiot!"

"Gugu gugu——" The tribe's first warrior struggled, being constantly fed with strengthened Moon Well water.

A few seconds later, Thrall, who was extremely nervous, saw Grom's struggling arms suddenly stop.

There was a heart-wrenching pain in the chief's chest.

Is that nervousness?

Is that heartache?

Sal couldn't tell.

Then, a group of strong orcs looked at Grom who was buried under the surface of the well water and suddenly opened Duke's arm with one hand.

Duke bared his teeth, but still gasped and backed away.

Everyone saw Grom sit up and then gave Duke a disgusted look.

Thrall is not angry but happy!

"Grom!?"

Looking at Thrall, Rexxar and others who were striding towards him, and then looking at Duke sitting by the well breathing heavily, how could Grom, who had woken up, still not know what was going on?

Although he fell into rage and chaos not long ago, this does not mean that he has completely lost his memory.

The look on Grom's face was wonderful when he thought about how he drank the demon's blood again in order to survive, and then fell deeper into madness after killing the natural demigod.

Thinking about it again, the person who pulled him out of the abyss of pain and madness was actually the Duke Marcus who he had been eager to kill immediately for the past ten years and cut his body into pieces ten thousand times. Grom's face is even more exciting!

It was a feeling of infinite shame that I wished I could give myself an ax on the spot and then fall into a mass grave to die cleanly.

"No - no! I...my...ancestor!" Grom, a famous tough man who would not shed a tear even if his father died, his mother died, all his brothers died, and he was struck by a hundred or dozens of swords. , actually burst into tears all of a sudden.

Thrall finally rushed over, hugged the crying Grom tightly, and patted his extremely generous back: "It's okay! Grom! It's okay—"

Groom seemed oblivious to Thrall holding him, and instead stared at Duke, who was sitting on the wall of a low well and smiling mysteriously at him: "Duke—Duke*Marcus! You Why do you want to save me!?"

If it were any strong man from the tribe who rescued him, Grom wouldn't be that troubled. But Duke...only Duke! He couldn't accept it at all!

"Why? You ask me why?" Duke spread his hands with a sarcastic look on his face: "Archimonde, one of the most powerful demons of the Burning Legion, is on his way to Kalimdor. This is not something that the Alliance alone can handle. opponent. And your warchief insists on not joining this temporary alliance against the Burning Legion unless he saves you. If you have to say who you want to thank, then thank Thrall."

Grom was silent, and anyone would think that he was a volcano about to erupt.

"Calm down! Grom! At least at this time, Duke and the Alliance are our indispensable allies! If the world of Azeroth is destroyed, we will not gain anything!" Thrall said anxiously.

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