As the number one warrior of the Horde, Grom's roar was extremely powerful when he was in a berserk state.
It was an astonishing momentum that set off monstrous waves crashing against the greenish-black reefs on the coast. Even if the reefs in front of him seemed indestructible, there was a feeling that they could be destroyed in one blow.
However, Duque was clearly a mage who had nothing to do with melee professions. Very suddenly, his every movement was like a powerful warrior who looked down on everyone.
Everyone could predict that Duque's counterattack would come in the next moment.
Like a seagull hunting for food in a storm, after dodging the powerful and crazy waves crashing against the shore, Duke's secretive, arrogant, confident, and elegant demeanor … In the eyes of a thousand powerful fighters, ten thousand different flavors could be read.
Sal was so shocked that he couldn't speak.
"So, this is the true appearance of the ultimate warrior who cultivates magic and martial arts in this world?"
Counterattack!
It was about to come in the next moment!
The long and huge [Bloodhowl] slammed into the ground, and black sand suddenly rose into the air, as if even time had stopped.
In that instant, Grom's terrifying attack, which seemed to be able to shatter a mountain, was smashed into smithereens by a seemingly slender arm!
The jaws of every Horde member dropped to the ground. They felt the same way about the human male arm that was much thinner than a Beastman's. It passed through Grom's blood-red light and pressed against his rough face. It was as if it was a gigantic iron hook instead of Duke's arm.
Even with Wo Jin's sharp eyes and wisdom, he only saw the fact that Grom was caught, but he didn't see how Duque caught Grom.
It was too shocking.
Being able to press his hand on Grom's face meant that he could also kill Grom in one move.
If they could dodge Grom's first attack perfectly, they could do it too.
But Duque was a mage —
Wo Jin felt like his mind was in a mess. Didn't that mean that Duke Marcus also had the strength of a Hero in the field of melee combat?
Wo Jin suddenly discovered something that warriors could not see. There was a faint magical light on the streamlined muscles of Duque's arm.
The light formed lines, like some kind of exquisite inscription, branded on Duque's arm. Even Duque's robe could not completely conceal this layer of light.
When Duque used his magic power, the magic elements in the air seemed to be divided into twelve strands, and they seemed to be pouring into Duque's arm at the same time. In the end, Wo Jin even felt that the magic elements were pushing Duque's arm toward Grom's big face …
"Repent for your lack of calmness and flaws! "Repent for your lack of calmness and flaws! "Haaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
"Haa!"
The muscles in Duque's right arm expanded, and the strength of his legs, waist, and arms combined with his Breaking Dawn magic power pushed Grom, whose facial muscles were already distorted, more than ten meters away. He heavily dragged a huge black mark on the ground, mixed with traces of blood.
Then, when he hit the wall of the Moon Well, Duque used the momentum of the impact to lift Grom up, and then pressed his head into the crystal blue well water that was knee-deep.
At the same time, the magic formation was completely activated!
Countless rays of silver light surged from all directions, hovering above the Moon Well, and finally converging on Duque's arm.
White light shone everywhere!
Traces of blood energy began to dissipate in the air with a shrill cry.
"Wake up! Idiot! "
"Gugugu —" The number one warrior of the tribe struggled as the strengthened Moon Well water kept pouring into him.
A few seconds later, the incomparably nervous Thrall saw Grom's arms suddenly stop struggling.
The great chief felt a heart-wrenching pain in his chest.
Was that nervousness?
Was that heartache?
Thrall couldn't tell.
Then, the group of orcs looked at Grom, who had his head buried in the well water, and suddenly pushed Duque's arm away.
Duque bared his teeth, but still retreated while panting heavily.
Everyone saw Grom sit up with a crash, and then give Duque a look of disgust.
Thrall was not angry, but delighted!
"Grom?!"
Grom looked at Thrall, Leksa, and the rest who were rushing towards him, and then at Duque, who was panting heavily by the well. How could the awakened Grom not know what had happened?
Although he had fallen into madness and chaos not long ago, this did not mean that he had completely lost his memories.
Thinking about how he had drunk the demon's blood to survive, and how he had fallen even deeper into madness after killing the Nature Element demigod, Grom's expression was very interesting.
He then thought about how the one who had pulled him out of the abyss of pain and madness was actually Duke Marcus, whom he had wanted to kill and dismember ten thousand times over for the past ten years. Grom's expression became even more interesting!
It was a boundless sense of shame that made him want to chop himself on the head, and then fall into a mass grave to die a clean death.
"No — No! My … My … Ancestor! " Grom, a man of steel who would not shed a single tear even if his parents died, his brothers all died, and he was slashed hundreds of times, suddenly burst into tears.
Thrall finally rushed over and hugged the bawling Grom tightly. He patted his broad back and said, "It's okay now! Grom! It's okay — "
Grom did not seem to notice Thrall hugging him. Instead, he stared at Duque, who was sitting on the wall of the well and smiling mysteriously at him. "Duque — Duke Marcus! Why did you save me!? "
If it had been any other strong person in the tribe who had saved him, Grom would not have been so annoyed. But Duque … Only Duque! He could not accept it at all!
"Why? You ask me why? " Duque spread his hands, his face full of ridicule. "One of the most powerful demons in the Burning Legion, Archimonde, is on the way to Kalimdor. This is not an opponent that the Alliance can deal with alone. And your chief insisted that he would not join this temporary alliance against the Burning Legion unless he saved you. If you have to thank someone, thank Thrall. "
Grom was silent. Anyone would think that he was a volcano that was about to erupt.
"Calm down! Grom! At least at this time, Duque and the Alliance are indispensable allies for us! If the World of Azeroth is destroyed, we won't gain anything! "Thrall said anxiously.
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