Gruul's arm suddenly sank. He tried to raise his hand, but it was as if he was locked by a set of invisible heavy shackles, and he could not move at all.
Illidan slowly pulled out the pair of famous green blades from behind him and gently crossed them in front of him.
"Clang!"
It was a crisp and sonorous sound.
Bright green demonic energy rippled on Azzinoth's blades. The pair of divine weapons that were stolen from the Void Lord and were once again controlled by a Darksider suddenly resonated cheerfully.
The gravel that fell from the broken roof fell on the blades and immediately hit an invisible barrier, refracting and bouncing off.
The dazzling demonic light on the blades did not disappear in a flash, but became more and more violent. The dazzling green light seemed to overwhelm all the light in the large temple.
As Illidan's fierce aura spread out, everything around him seemed to tremble in the storm.
"Get out of the way!" Thrall finally couldn't help but shout.
Get out of the way?
How?
If it was an agile thief, it would be no problem.
Even the burly Orc Warrior had a decent dodge rate.
But Gruul the Dragon Slayer had the size of a hill, and he could only take all the attacks head-on.
Along with the sound of the wind being cut, an illusion appeared. It looked like there were countless crescent moons shining with blazing green light flying towards Gruul.
Gruul roared. He had just balanced his body and raised his right claw to slap.
It was at this moment that a strange dislocation occurred in space. At the last moment, Gruul the Dragon Slayer suddenly tilted his head. As a result, a long green line appeared at the connection between his left shoulder and his body.
"No!" Thrall cried out in the distance.
Gruul was a peerless powerhouse that he had spent a lot of money to bring into the tribe. Although this kind of method of relying on outsiders was a bit unreliable, in order to gain more voice in the communication with the Alliance, the existence of a demigod powerhouse was necessary. Even if Gruul was only a demigod and not a real demigod.
Now, Gruul was obviously going to suffer a big loss.
Because behind Gruul's arm, the extension of the green line could be clearly seen on the thick outer wall of the Temple.
It wasn't until a full second later that everyone saw Gruul's huge left arm, which was comparable to a train car, fly out.
His arm spun in the air for about five or six times before finally crashing down onto the battlefield below.
The arm that was chopped off fell in the middle of a group of tribesmen. Like a landslide, the arm that was half flesh and half rock crushed dozens of tribesmen at the bottom into meat paste. His arm, which had not yet dissipated, was still rolling out, instantly flattening the tribe's formation. Countless warriors of the tribe had their bones broken from the impact and died on the spot.
The tribal warlords who were commanding the battle below stared at this scene dumbfounded. Their impression of Gruul's invincibility collapsed in just a few seconds.
This was not the end.
When Illidan's Dual Blades of Azzinoth cut off Gruul's arm, suddenly, a rustling sound came from above and below the hall.
It was as if something was breaking. No, it was no longer breaking, it was simply collapsing.
The people in the fierce battle couldn't help but look back. The half of the Temple hall closest to the outer wall suddenly split along the green line that Illidan had cut out.
The side that was not connected to the foundation or supporting pillars, along with Gruul, who had lost his balance, fell down with a rumble and instantly fell to the flat ground near the entrance of the Temple, causing even more terrifying secondary damage.
Gruul was not dead, and his exasperated roar informed them of the fact.
It was obvious that Gruul would not be able to participate in the battle in a short period of time.
At this moment, everyone finally had a relatively clear understanding of the strength of Illidan, the King of the Outlands.
No one present was a match for Illidan!
For a moment, the air was dead silent.
Illidan's figure flashed at high speed, and with just a few movements similar to a Mage's Blink, he had already arrived in front of Thrall.
He could clearly feel that Thrall, who was holding the Hammer of Destruction, was trembling slightly.
Illidan tilted his head and opened his mouth, which was also full of sharp fangs, to reveal a cruel smile. "Great Chieftain Saar of the Orcs, huh? You're not bad! I'll give you a chance to lead the entire tribe to surrender to me and become my slave. That way, I can forgive your sin of messing around with my fortress. "
In Thrall's eyes, only Illidan's aggressive purple-blue face and his menacing fangs could be seen.
At this moment, he could no longer feel the loss of the dragon slayer Gruul. All he had in his heart now was fear of Illidan's overwhelming strength.
But Thrall had never been a timid person.
Otherwise, he wouldn't be the leader of the tribe.
He took a deep breath into his lungs, used all his strength, and roared out.
"Orc — Man — Will — Never — Be — Slaves —"
Classic, the reason why it was a classic.
It was because the will and belief contained in it could not be replicated.
Nine years ago, in the face of the powerful Alliance, Thrall led the enslaved Orcs to break free from the cage and break the shackles to gain freedom.
Nine years later, in the face of Illidan, Thrall still had no reason to betray the freedom of his compatriots.
If this hammer fell, Thrall himself might die.
But life and death had never been Thrall's first consideration.
All he had to do was announce an answer — the answer of yearning for freedom!
The flames of the Hammer of Destruction illuminated half of Illidan's face. The evil face still vaguely retained the outline of the handsome Night Elf from ten thousand years ago.
But at this moment, Thrall's behavior made Illidan feel humiliated.
Because Thrall had chosen a difficult path that was the same as his, but the opposite — direct resistance!
"Then die —" The waving Azzinoth's Dual Blades looked like a green circle that kept spinning around Illidan.
This circle easily avoided the heavy hammer head and approached Thrall's neck at a faster speed.
At this moment, a huge figure forcibly inserted itself between Thrall and Illidan.
"Ah!" Thrall's eyes widened in shock.
In his bell-sized eyes, in his field of vision, the figure that he once lost and once again regained, that incomparably familiar figure was split in half in front of him …
"Orgrim!? No — "
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