Chapter 885 I Owe You a Life
"Orcs - never slaves -"
The thunderous roar resounded throughout the entire gray valley, sending all the unstable rock debris flying around.
Grom started sprinting at high speed.
The rage pumped from his heart burned through his entire body.
The anger accumulated in his chest urgently needs a place to vent.
He was driven by the indomitable will hidden deep in his soul.
One step, two steps, three steps...
His hardened sense of distance told him that enough was enough!
His left leg kicked hard to the ground, and his burly green body suddenly shot straight up into the sky with gravity-defying momentum. The raised [Blood Roar] gave people a sense of trance that even broke the gray sky for a moment.
That was not his own attack!
That's the orcs' struggle against fate!
That is the endless desire of the entire race for the future!
With a wave of his hands, the light of the ax flew up.
The blood moon rises, and the ax light rises.
From the mountains of Draenor battle the gronn,
Go to the vast world of Azeroth to fight against the Alliance.
Grom Hellscream traveled across two realms and three places for hundreds of thousands of miles with a [Blood Roar].
Never feared anyone!
Opening up the world with an axe, who doesn't recognize you?
The curved axe, the curved ax light.
It started out like a blood moon, and suddenly turned into a flying rainbow that spanned time and space.
Everyone can see that there is no change in this axe, and everyone can see the trajectory of this axe.
However, even though he saw it clearly, he couldn't resist it at all.
Abyss Lord Mannoroth is not a lithe human or elf. He is a giant demon weighing more than 10 tons. From the beginning, he felt that something was wrong.
As Archimonde's loyal dog and the vanguard of the Burning Legion, he has destroyed countless planets and destroyed countless inferior races in his eyes. He has traveled across the universe for three thousand years, but has never seen such a brilliant ax light.
Mannoroth didn't know how horribly injured he would be if he was hit by Grom's axe.
He simply didn't dare to imagine it.
He roared and swung his huge double-headed sword into the sky.
Splitting Grom in half in mid-air was his only chance.
However, the terrifying brilliance of the big sword only flashed, but it missed the target!
Only at this moment did he realize that it was Duke who used an inconspicuous arcane missile that seemed to only be of the Huiyue level, but contained the magical power of the Sun level, and gently hit the edge of the sword blade.
The slightest difference.
What a mistake!
The sword of the Lord of the Abyss passed Grom's side dangerously and dangerously!
The wave was empty!
The next moment, the bloody ax light flashed away!
Hit him hard in the chest.
Every bit of Grom's strength, every bit of [anger] he had as a warrior, were all poured into this blow.
Moreover, the edge of this terrifyingly powerful legendary weapon perfectly hit the only weak spot on the abyss lord's chest.
That's not a weakness.
After being hit by the semi-artifact-level [Hammer of Destruction] with all its strength, it became a weak point!
Thrall's previous desperate attack was by no means meaningless.
"Ahhhhhhhh-impossible!!!" The huge Lord of the Abyss let out the last painful roar in his life, and the violent demonic power contained in his body began to erupt uncontrollably!
It was a terrifying light like a nuclear explosion!
Symbolizes complete destruction!
Symbolizes inevitable death!
Thrall, who had just come back to his senses, had not had time to stand up. He could only look at Grom Hellscream, a generation of tribal strongman who was both a teacher and a friend, called a subordinate, but more like a patron saint. It was swallowed up by the destructive light released by the abyss lord's final self-destruction before his death!
Grom, who had just attacked with all his strength, had no time to escape.
"No--"
As soon as Sal got up, he was knocked over by the shock wave of the explosion again, and his head hit the rock behind him firmly again.
The light was so intense that the entire eardrum was numbed by the shocking sound of the explosion, and there was a buzzing in the ears.
"No! No! No -" Thrall struggled again in great embarrassment. He half-crawled and half-jumped on his hands and feet to the place where Grom had just been swallowed by the explosion.
However……
All he saw were a few broken and deformed pieces of armor, and Thrall's heart instantly sank into the bottomless abyss.
He suddenly felt very deserted and lonely.
That's right! He has great ambitions and is determined to lead the suffering orcs out of the quagmire of painful tragedy.
But he was too young. Even if he didn't want to admit it, he was still eager to learn more from the senior heroes, and instinctively chased the backs of senior heroes such as Orgrim and Grom.
Never said it out loud, but he really adored them!
Now, Orgrim died tragically under the sword of Arthas [Frostmourne], and now it’s Grom again?
I obviously swore that I would never shed tears!
Because the orcs have shed enough tears!
At this moment, Sal still couldn't control himself and slumped down to his knees, looking up to the sky and howling.
"No - Grom... no -"
Originally, this was supposed to be an extremely sad scene, but unfortunately a thick and breathless voice broke the scene.
"You brat, I'm not dead yet, what's your name?"
ah?
Sal almost doubted his ears. His thick neck was like a rusty rotating shaft, making a creaking sound, and he couldn't turn it around for a long time.
He couldn't believe his perception, but there was indeed an orc breathing heavily behind him.
With hope crawling out of the abyss of despair, Sal finally turned his body step by step and saw the two almost overlapping figures more than ten meters behind him——
Totally can't believe it!
It was Duke who was supporting Grom Hellscream, who was more than a quarter bigger than him!
The chief of the Warsong Clan was extremely embarrassed. His left hand had an unnatural bend, and the green skin of his entire front body was slowly covered with black burn marks.
but……
He survived after all!
"Grom—uh, Duke!?" Thrall was so excited that he was a little incoherent.
He really couldn't imagine that at the most critical moment, it was Duke, who was originally his mortal enemy, who saved Hellscream, one of his two most admired idols?
At this time, Duke yelled: "You're so damn heavy!" He threw Grom away like trash, looking disgusted.
"How long has it been since you took a shower!?"
Looking at Duke cursing, Grom fell to the ground and laughed loudly: "For your sake, I will definitely learn how you humans take a bath every day if I have the chance."
After finally finishing his laugh, Mr. Hou suddenly turned pale and said with annoyance, "I...it seems that I owe you my life this time."
Duke patted the dust on his body, looked at Mannoroth's mountainous body, and said lightly: "You can pay me back at Mount Hyjal."
This is not polite, because in the latest intelligence, Duke suddenly saw a name that should not have appeared in the historical Battle of Mount Hyjal - Demon Lord Kazak!