Brutalus, who was as huge as a small mountain, let out a final scream. His bloated body, which was originally supported by four legs that were thicker than elephant legs, suddenly fell to the ground. Strangely, it didn't fall like most monsters. Perhaps because its lower body was too bloated, it actually looked like a roly-poly doll. Its four hooves were loosened, and its lower abdomen was on the ground. Its upper body was limp, and it tilted its head to the side.
"Ohhhhhhh —" Pulling out [Bloodhowl], Lord Howl stood on Bu Pang's shoulder with one foot and stepped on the side of Bu Pang's face. He let out a howl that was full of Orc characteristics.
Barbaric, rough, and extremely morale-boosting.
He was shouting for his new life, for himself to surpass the peak.
Heroes age!
How many times had he been ashamed of his weakness in the last battle?
How many times had he endured the scorn and provocation of young Orcs without being able to retaliate?
Grom didn't want to admit that he was old, and he didn't want to announce that his passion as a warrior had cooled. Today, he finally found the feeling of charging into the battlefield and letting go of himself.
Following his heart and not losing his friends was the life he wanted to live!
The heroes of the Alliance were stunned at first. Then, led by Tirion, many people began to applaud. Tirion even felt a little envious of Grom.
The decline brought by aging was becoming more and more obvious. He remembered when the Five Silver Saints first appeared, they were all young people around 20 years old. In the blink of an eye, 25 years had passed, and Tirion was almost 50 years old. Sometimes, he couldn't help but wonder if he should learn from the queens and Grom and follow Duque.
After all, eternal life and eternal youth were temptations that mortals couldn't resist.
However, Tirion immediately chased this thought out of his mind. The path of the Holy Light didn't allow for any distracting thoughts. If there came a day when the world needed him to do this, he would do it. Otherwise, ashes to ashes, dust to dust. This was the path of the Holy Light.
Grom really killed a high-tier Void Lord with one swing of his axe. This scene shocked Imrion. Even if he didn't want to admit it, he had to admit that when an Orc hero like Grom was on his side, the feeling of killing an enemy was completely different.
"Is Grom Hellscream the strongest?" Imriel muttered to himself.
At some point, Queen Sylvanas walked to her side. "You're just the best at single-target attacks, but you're good at dealing with meat shields like the Lord of the Abyss."
"Uh." It was rare for another leader to talk to him, so Imriel quickly asked, "Is there anything else?"
"Don't be too envious of him. Everyone had their own characteristics. Although Grom was ferocious, if he encountered an agile opponent or someone who was good at using mirror clones, such as Duque, he would lose. Grom's only fate is to be dragged to death. "Queen Sylvie briefly mentioned how she and her sister worked together to deal with Grom in Southshore.
No matter how high his attack power was, it would be a waste of stamina if he missed.
Grom's single target damage was extremely high. Even if there were too many of them, they wouldn't be able to deal with him. On the contrary, weapons like [Ashbringer] were very suitable for mass destruction.
It could be said that everyone's unique characteristics determined the type of battle they fought.
Just then, Magni Bronzebeard hit the floor with his hammer. "Since no one has lost anything, let's continue."
The Alliance powerhouses understood tacitly and continued to move forward with ease.
Two battles in a row didn't consume too much energy. In the first battle, Madigosa put in the most effort. After saving Kalecgos, she retreated with her dragon. In the second battle, Lord Howl called it a day, and everyone became a spectator.
It could be said that the Alliance powerhouses were at most warming up. They had the ability and reason to continue advancing.
At this time, the problem was thrown to Kil 'jaeden.
The gatekeepers of the two checkpoints were taken down so easily. This unexpected situation shocked Kil 'jaeden. His eyes widened, and his eyeballs rolled twice.
As a master conspirator, Egg obviously felt the smell of conspiracy.
This result was normal. After all, the Alliance didn't use any God-level combat power. In Kil 'jaeden's eyes, it was just like chickens pecking at each other. However, the Alliance seemed to be better at dealing with him.
It was understandable that it was abnormal, because the rhythm was too coincidental. He sped up the teleportation. Although he tried to cover it up, the Alliance seemed to have sped up to match his speed.
Conspirators didn't believe in coincidences.
It wasn't impossible to continue with the plan, but in order to be safe, he had to get a reputable high-level Void Lord to hold the fort, and it had to be a strong fighter who could fight against a demigod.
This way, he had to delay the opening of the ultimate portal.
Gamble?
Or not gamble?
This was a big problem!
There were only two paths to choose.
Kil 'jaeden was sinister, cunning, cruel, and heartless, but he wasn't a hot-blooded fool. In these ten seconds, his brain calculated countless possibilities and ways to deal with it.
What motivated him was his infinite confidence in himself and the absolute dignity of a powerhouse.
"I am Kil 'jaeden! The leader of the Burning Legion!
"I have never been defeated on countless battlefields!
"I have destroyed thousands of planets and made billions of living beings cry in despair!
"Sargeras and Archimonde's failure doesn't equal my failure!
"The Burning Legion has been shamed too much recently! There must be a top powerhouse who stands up and declares the legion's terror and invincibility!
"Elune can't do it directly. All I have to deal with is a Duke Marcus and a few weak demigods! As long as I have 60% of my strength to enter this world, I will be absolutely invincible! "
Kil 'jaeden made up his mind. No matter what, he shouldn't shrink back into the distorted void with his tail between his legs.
Sargeras's failure was due to his carelessness. He had personally tried something as dangerous as soul possession. He really didn't know what to say about him.
Archimonde was too reckless, and he finally bore the consequences under the suppression of the world.
And he, Kil 'jaeden, was the wisest and most suitable person to lead the Burning Legion. At the very least, he should be above Archimonde.
Now, the chance to prove himself had come.
Kil 'jaeden gritted his teeth. He no longer used his hands to tear space apart. He began to stretch his head over. Only when his body truly entered this world could he better observe the flaws of this world and speed up the tearing of the space barrier.
This wasn't an easy task. After all, he had to bypass the planet's Azeroth defense, forcefully find a flaw, and use the planet's energy to attract each other to open a new gap.
In the command center, Vashj, who had settled everything, came to Duque's side. She became that obedient maid again.
"Master, are you so sure that Kil 'jaeden will take the bait?"
"Of course, because he's a gambler!"
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