In terms of talent, Braindead Roar was indeed unparalleled.
In the realm of warriors, he could even beat Sal. In terms of warriors, only the Ox Chief Cain Bloodhoof could beat him in the entire tribe.
However, Duque already had Lord Howl, so why would he still need Braindead Roar?
Comparing the way Braindead Roar cut the adult Blue Dragon and the way Lord Howl cut the ancient Blue Dragon, the difference was obvious.
Braindead Roar would only blindly squander his talent, mindlessly slashing at the enemy's vital points, completely ignoring any changes in the process.
After Master Roar regained the body that was at its peak when he was 18 years old, his 50 years of rich combat experience was undoubtedly revealed in the strike just now.
Changing the rhythm just right, he seized the fleeting opportunity to strike fiercely after disrupting the opponent. Adjusting the direction of the axe blade with his wrist, he skillfully dodged the adult Blue Dragon's final counterattack. Without reducing his speed and strength, he avoided the hardest head of the Dragon race and cut diagonally into the dragon's neck, causing the greatest damage.
It was no exaggeration to say that with an indestructible 18-year-old body and half a century of bloody battle experience, Lord Howl was worthy of the title of a legendary hero.
Only such a Grom Hellroar was the peak of the peak, worthy of Duque breaking the boundaries between the Alliance and the Tribe and accepting him as a God's Messenger.
In the sky, Duque clearly saw the hilarious scene of Lord Howl and his son staring at each other without saying a word.
The relationship between Orc father and son was quite deep, but the way they got along was often clumsy.
Just like how Durotan could sacrifice himself to save Sal.
However, most fathers would only teach their children to be great warriors, but not how to be a human.
Sal in this life only had Orgrim's personal guidance to achieve his current achievements.
Lord Howl and his son …
Anyway, Duque could not bear to watch.
On the eastern horizon of Battlecry Stronghold, a dense cluster of black dots suddenly appeared.
In the blink of an eye, the black dots could be seen in color: red, green, bronze, and a small amount of blue.
The distant roar of dragons from the sky announced that the previously silent Dragon Sleep Temple was finally making a big move.
At a glance, thousands of giant dragons covered the sky. They were galloping from the more eastern Dragonbone Wilderness.
With three Guardian Dragons that were as large as small mountains in the lead, they were accompanied by two smaller Black Dragons and Blue Dragons on both sides, forming the first echelon of attack.
Behind them were hundreds of ancient giant dragons, then thousands of adult giant dragons, and tens of thousands of young dragons.
This time, the five-colored giant dragons had come out in full force.
On the ground, Garush finally understood why the blue dragons had fled in panic. With their strength, going against Long Sleep Shrine's main force was simply sending themselves to their deaths.
"Sigh!"
Lord Howl sighed.
He did not know what tone he should use to communicate with his son.
He knew that his son hated him.
Lord Howl of of of life.
Of of of of of of, he of of. of. of
However, in the face of his son in trouble, in the face of the calamity of the clan that he had sacrificed his entire life for, he simply could not bear it. Roof. of of. of. of of of of of Dragon of.
Duque did as he wished.
The person was saved, but the person who was saved did not even say a word of thanks.
Grom's heart must be very complicated.
At this time, Grom raised his famous [Bloodhowl] and shouted, "The blood of our brethren cannot be shed in vain! Today's grudge will be avenged today! Those who are still breathing, follow me to kill the Demonic Pivot and slaughter those treacherous Blue Dragons! "
"Oh, oh, oh, oh —" Hundreds and thousands of people responded.
As long as the beastmen could still fight, they simply bandaged their wounds and followed Grom to kill their way to the shore. The battle in the sky was destined to have nothing to do with the Warsong Beastmen, but the Draconians and Draconians loyal to Malygos on the ground could be slaughtered to vent their anger.
Grom had to do this.
A defeated clan would definitely be looked down upon by the other beastmen clans.
If he didn't want the clan that had given birth to him, raised him, and made him fight for his whole life to fall, he had to lead these defeated soldiers to pay blood for blood in the shortest time possible.
Perhaps for a dead former chief, this was crossing the line.
At this time, Grom's first consideration was the legacy of the clan, not the face of the son of the Warsong Tribe's chief.
When Grom reached out to his son with his right hand, he wanted to pull him up.
"Come —"
"Slap!" Garrush slapped his father's hand away. "I can fight! I can get up myself! "
With that, Garrush gripped his battle axe and rushed to the front of the group. "Warsong Beastmen! Follow your chief — forward! "
The Warsong Beastmen all looked at Grom. When they saw Grom nod slightly, everyone followed Garrush's steps.
This made Garrouche feel even more ashamed!
The shadow of Duque in the sky no longer looked at the Warsong Beastmen.
The shadow gradually became real.
Duque's real body had already descended into the sky above the Northwind Tundra.
Beside him, several Elemental Emissaries stood in the air.
At this time, Alexstrasza arrived.
"Alexstrasza, it's time to put an end to this."
"Okay." The Red Dragon Queen's huge head nodded slightly.
Nothing saddened her more than her own flesh and blood killing each other.
On the other side, Onyxia lowered her head slightly, revealing the back of her neck. As long as Duque nodded, a chair would appear on her dragon's back for Duque to sit on.
Duque sent a telepathic message. "Today isn't suitable."
Onyxia, who no longer had any integrity, obviously didn't mind being Duque's mount as a Dragon Aspect. The other Dragon Aspects did!
After all, this was a battle between the Dragon Aspects!
Even Kalecgos had stood up for him. If Malygos was proven not to have stepped into the realm of death, the Dragon Aspects would try to solve the problem through dialogue. If Malygos really did die, then before he became a bone dragon, no, a Dracolich even more terrifying than a Dragon of Death, the Dragon Slumber Temple would really have to destroy Malygos …
Looking at the floating magic island standing on the western horizon, Duque was filled with emotion. He could restrict Malygos from obtaining the two major elements of ice and fire, but he couldn't do anything about the Arcana.
The Arcana didn't come from the four major elements.
As for the origin of the Arcana, it was impossible to know.
Arcana magic was more like the Pantheon's unique source magic. In theory, the Arcana energy was an even more primitive energy.
Since there wasn't a single Arcana world, the mysterious Arcana energy could never be cut off. With Malygos's ability, he could even infinitely convert the other elements in the world into Arcana energy.
Rather than using the Magic Net as an arena to fight an endless tug-of-war, it would be better to put all his chips on the line and eliminate Malygos in terms of material concepts, ending everything once and for all.
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