Chapter 883 The Source of the Curse

Grom calmly used his great strength to slowly push Thrall away.

Lying in the clear water of the Moon Well, Grom came to stand in front of Duke, gritted his teeth, and finally said: "Although I fell into madness, I remember everything clearly. You can definitely make a secret move on me, But you chose the most aboveboard way. I don’t want to admit it but I have to admit that I owe you a favor."

Duke crossed his legs leisurely, let out a chuckle, and then replied: "Favor? Very good! In the next battle on Mount Hyjal, I need a powerful avant-garde cannon fodder. You can survive until then. As long as Ah If Kermund dies, I don’t care whether you live or die, and your favor will be repaid!”

"Okay!" Grom's bulging muscles seemed to begin to subside and shrink, but everyone knew that Grom Hellscream had sworn an oath as a man!

Thrall was shocked at first, and then he also came over, leading Vol'jin and other high-ranking tribe officials to bow to Duke.

"Duke Marcus, regardless of the grievances between the Alliance and the Horde, at least this time, we thank you. You are a true gentleman outside the battlefield!"

In the system prompt, Duke's eyes widened and he saw that his reputation in Orgrimmar had actually changed to [Respect].

Damn it, I, a human, managed to gain the respect and reputation of the tribe’s main city. Is there anything more unscientific?

Duke was also a little embarrassed. He coughed lightly and turned to business: "Get rid of that guy Mannoroth quickly. Let's meet with the representatives of the night elves to discuss how to deal with Archimonde."

After that, Duke turned and left.

Over there, Grom yelled with his world-famous lung capacity: "You idiots, are you crazy enough? If you are crazy enough, come over and drink the water from the Moon Well. The tribe needs you to have a clear mind!" "

The Warsong Orcs, who had just been shocked by the magic circle and had regained a lot of consciousness but were not yet fully awake, were all well-behaved like grandsons under the shouts of their chief, running over to drink Grom's bath water. , oh, to be precise, it should be the moon well water after someone fell down.

Of course, the orcs, who have never been very particular about hygiene, don't care about these details and just drink it. Accustomed to living a barbaric life, every orc's stomach is like an incinerator.

After the struggle, Duke and the powerful tribesmen gathered together again.

Thrall spoke: "I have obtained the guidance of the prophet. According to the curse remaining in Grom's body, we can trace the origin and find the abyss lord Mannoroth. As long as we can kill him! The bloodthirsty curse that has plagued the orcs for a long time It can be lifted!”

When talking about this cruel and crazy bloodthirsty curse, almost every orc of the older generation changes color on their face.

The new generation of orcs may not be able to understand it. Only the first batch of orcs who drank the blood of demons can understand how terrifying the destructive impulse to kill like crazy every night is.

destroy!

Kill!

Blood!

Just like a thirsty traveler in the desert, thirsty for water, everything is so crazy and feels so natural.

When Grom was half asleep, he thought that an ancient tree with two people hugging him in front of him was Duke. He smashed the tree to pieces with his fists and claws, tearing out even the roots one by one, and used his own His fangs chewed it off.

Well, in the fantasy, it was Duke's neck that he chewed off.

However, when Duke stood in front of him majestically, knowing clearly that he should not attack Duke now, and this human man with a faint confident smile happened to be kind to him, no matter how entangled Grom was in his heart .

However, the work that needs to be done still needs to be done.

What's more, this is to break the fate of the orcs being controlled by the demons of the Burning Legion.

After experiencing this incident and looking at those compatriots who easily fell into madness under the influence of demon blood, Thrall clearly realized that the root of this curse must be cut off. At this moment, Thrall, who was still in the whirlpool of fate, did not know that he was destined to lose Grom Hellscream, the strongest man in the tribe...

"Let's go!" Duke stood up and let his blue and white cloak flutter in the wind.

The final agreed result was very different from the original history.

Worried about the impact of the curse on the previous generation of orcs, not only ordinary tribesmen were not brought with them, but besides Grom, Varok and Brox also stayed at the junction of the Barrens and Ashenvale.

As a result, the final members of the Abyss Lord's crusade team were: Thrall, Grom, Duke and Vol'jin.

Gently holding the Bloodborne Curse induction device given by Medivh, in Grom's vision, everything was different. The world turned into black and white, and then a wisp of blood-colored mist that should have been invisible to the naked eye, like floating The silk gauze floating in the air floated from a distant place and finally reached his chest.

"Follow me!" Grom carried [Blood Roar] and strode towards that fateful place.

No matter how terrifying the demon lord was waiting for him ahead, he knew that he had to go.

That was his duty as Grom Hellscream!

It is also his fate!

Surprisingly, Mannoroth's location was not too far from the entrance to Ashenvale, but it was very secretive. Without Grom to lead the way, perhaps even the local night elves may not know that there is such a small valley between the flowing mountains and streams that will not be affected by the outside world at all.

Less than 500 meters into the valley entrance, the whole place changes.

It is no longer as lush and green as the Gray Valley, with birds singing and flowers fragrant.

Instead, it was full of despair.

The entire sky suddenly went from sunny morning to dark midnight.

It is obvious that the evil magic of the Abyss Lord is affecting the surrounding space.

Lava is everywhere as far as the eye can see, and among the gray-black volcanic ash are countless streams of lava that appear bright and dark from top to bottom.

The temperature is high, the temperature is high, the nose is filled with a sulfur smell similar to that of the Burning Plains, and the volcanic ash beneath your feet creaks when you step on it.

The fire element mixed with a lot of evil magic power rolled irregularly in the air, and the turbid smell made people sick.

Not to mention Thrall and Grom, whose perception is not very strong, even the jungle troll hero Vol'jin, who has extremely keen perception, and Duke, who has the help of the system elves and constantly scans in all directions, cannot sense Mannoroth's exist.

Suddenly, there is light in this blazing world!

It was like a terrifying sword light that could split the entire world apart with one strike.

A double-headed giant sword with a length of more than fifteen meters burst out of the volcanic ash under his feet and easily attacked Wojin and Duke at the rear of the team.

After a confrontation, Woking was seriously injured!