Grom Hellroar was mighty and domineering.
Whether it was his trademark roar, his courage, or his unparalleled violent attack power.
Tearing a lion apart with his bare hands and going through countless battles without a single defeat was not enough to describe the domineering Grom, whom Duque had called Lord Howl before he transmigrated.
If one had to describe Grom's strength in one sentence, it would be that he could dismantle a Gundam with his bare hands!
The story began with Grom's father, Galmash Hellroar, whom Duque called "Grandpa Howl."
Galmash was the chief of the Warsong clan. He was a powerful warrior during his lifetime and was known as the Giant Butcher. Few orcs could be like him, both deeply respected by his own clansmen and terrifying his enemies.
One time, Galmash and his clansmen encountered a huge Gollon, and a fierce battle ensued.
What was a Gollon? A Gollon was a terrifying one-eyed monster that was two or three times taller than an ogre.
Duque believed that only the one-eyed giants of ancient Greece before he transmigrated could be the prototype of this monster called Gollon.
During the fierce battle, Galmash was caught by the Gollon. When his body was bitten to pieces by the Gollon's guillotine like mouth, Galmash endured the pain and used the last of his strength to chop his battle-axe, Gorehowl, into the Gollon's eye before he died. When they fell, the first to die was the Gollon.
After this battle, Gorehowl became famous everywhere and became the symbol of the Warsong clan's chief.
Galmash eventually earned the surname Hellroar for his clan.
The Hellroar clan was also very good at fighting huge things.
For example, such a huge warship had been dismantled by Grom in a few moves.
Were the tribal heroes really monsters?
Although Duque wanted to push Lothar, who had the highest combat power on his side, and Uther, who had just arrived last night, to fight Lord Howl for 300 rounds, the problem was that this was a f * cking naval battle.
Could Lothar and Uther, who were fully armored, win?
Don't be ridiculous. If these two powerful people drowned because of this reason, Duque would not be able to forgive himself.
Just as Uther was about to step out and ask to fight with a fearless spirit of sacrifice, Duque said, "Hey, Aurelia, Cirvanas, do you hear me?"
An echo immediately came from the wind.
"Aurelia awaits Deputy Commander's orders."
"Yo, there's finally something exciting to do?"
Duque cleared his throat and said, "I want you two sisters to deal with the onion-haired orc chief who just tore down our warship. Yes, the one with the blood-red hooked axe. His name was Grom Hellscream, and he was one of the strongest fighters in the Horde. Don't be careless! "
"I promise I'll kill him." Aurelia was as steady as ever.
"Aiyo! Sister, let's not compete in killing enemies. Those moving targets aren't that great. Let's compete to see who can kill more chiefs. "
This time, it was a voice that only Duque could hear. Duque was under a lot of pressure when faced with such an off-topic Queen Sylvanas.
Uther couldn't help it anymore. He stepped forward and said, "Deputy Commander, Uther and his Silver Hand request to fight."
Duque glanced at Uther, who was much older than him, and said, "I know your chivalry can't stand having a woman fight on your behalf. But I want to tell you — first, don't treat the sisters as weak. Second, unless you're very good at swimming in armor, leave it to the two sisters. "
Uther was quite annoyed by Duque, but as a noble Paladin, he knew very well that Duque was not targeting him or looking down on his Silver Hand. It was just that Uther was as puzzled as the other generals. Why did Duque seem to know their abilities and specialties so well?
From the beginning of the battle of Southshore, Duque's formation had no flaws or problems. Not only could he predict the enemy, but he was also very clear about his own people.
The problem was that Duque hadn't even visited their troops!
Naturally, Duque didn't have time to explain to them. Or perhaps Duque couldn't explain at all. He'd arranged it according to which of them was more powerful in history …
No matter what, the destructive power of a heroic existence was shocking.
As someone who also had a heroic template, Lord Howl had already used Bloodhowl to dismantle five warships of various sizes by the time the Windrunner sisters arrived.
Grom didn't let his guard down at all just because the two beautiful Elven Rangers were dainty and delicate.
On the contrary, his instincts towards the strong made Grom very nervous.
It was as if he was a dragonfly skimming the surface of the water. His ability to jump over the transport ships and even the junk floating on the sea was beyond Grom's imagination.
This level of agility was unheard of.
Grom Hellscream felt a wave of disgust.
This was the unique aesthetics of the Orcs. The Windrunner sisters were as beautiful as goddesses in the eyes of humans, but in the eyes of the Orcs, who loved broad shoulders, thick waists, and large hips, they were weak goods that couldn't give birth to strong children.
Lord Howl's disdainful gaze made Aurelia the Great Demon King and Queen Sylvanas even more displeased.
"Hmph!" Six nostrils and three heroes snorted coldly.
It had to be said that this was a strange misunderstanding.
It didn't matter. Only a dead enemy was the best enemy. This principle was applicable in every world. Since they didn't speak the same language, there was no need to greet each other. The Windrunner sisters and Lord Howl faced each other directly.
They moved forward on the waves so fast that the naked eye couldn't keep up with them. The Windrunner sisters stood on the left and right. They shot a barrage of arrows while approaching Lord Howl at high speed.
Grom grabbed a stack of shields hanging on the railing of the ship. He easily tore the ropes binding the shields. They were originally used by humans for boarding battles, but Lord Howl pulled them up. Five or six shields turned into flying discs that could cut a human in half and were thrown out.
Of course, such a rough throw wouldn't hit.
Cirvanas actually took a step forward with her slender and beautiful legs, stepping on those floating shields and flying high up in the sky.
In just ten seconds, Grom was hit by at least 30 arrows.
He looked bloody and miserable, but the Windrunner sisters realized that none of the arrows actually penetrated Grom's muscles or hit his organs. The arrows that were aimed at Grom's fatal spots were either blocked or dodged by Bloodhowl.
Just as the Windrunner sisters were within five meters of Grom, Lord Howl counterattacked.
A deafening roar spread out like a shockwave around the sinking ship, and the two sisters trembled.
The next moment, the wooden boards under Lord Howl's feet turned to dust. With a swift leap, he slashed at Cirvanas.
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