Grom calmly pushed Thrall away with his immense strength.
Lying in the clear Moon Well water, Grom stood in front of Duque, clenched his teeth, and finally said, "I may have fallen into madness, but I remember everything clearly. You could have used underhanded methods against me, but you chose the most honorable method. I don't want to admit it, but I have to admit that I owe you a favor. "
Duke leisurely crossed his legs, let out a chuckle, and then replied: "Favor? Very good! I need a powerful vanguard cannon fodder in the upcoming battle of Mount Hyjal. Live until then. As long as Archimonde is dead, I don't care if you live or die. Your favor will be repaid! "
"Okay!" Grom's swollen muscles seemed to have calmed down and retracted, but everyone knew that Grom Hellscream had made a vow as a man!
Thrall's body trembled. Then, he walked over and bowed to Duque with Wo Jin and the rest of the Horde's higher-ups.
"Duke Marcus, no matter what the grievances between the Alliance and the Horde are, at least this time, we are grateful to you. You are a true gentleman outside of the battlefield! "
In the system notification, Duque's eyes widened as he saw that his reputation in Orgrimmar had become [Respect].
Damn, I, a human, actually got the Respect of the Horde's main city. Could there be anything more illogical?
Duque felt a little awkward. He coughed lightly and changed the topic. "Quickly take care of Mannoroth. We'll meet up with the Night Elves' representative and discuss how to deal with Archimonde."
With that, Duque turned and left.
On the other side, Grom roared with his famous lung capacity, "You bunch of idiots, are you done being crazy? If you are, come over and drink the water from the Moon Well. The Horde needs you to be clear-headed! "
The Warsong Orcs, who had just recovered from the shock of the magic formation but were still not fully awake, were obedient like grandsons under the command of their chief. They eagerly came over to drink Grom's bathwater. To be precise, it was the water from the Moon Well after someone fell down.
Of course, the Orcs, who were never particular about hygiene, didn't care about such details and drank it all the same. After living a barbaric life, every Orc's stomach was like an incinerator.
After everything was over, Duque and the tribe's experts gathered again.
Thrall said, "I have obtained the guidance of the Prophet. According to the curse left in Grom's body, we can trace it back to the source and find the Lord of the Abyss, Mannoroth. As long as we can kill him! The Bloodthirsty Curse that has plagued the Orcs for a long time can be removed! "
At the mention of this brutal and crazy bloodthirsty curse, the expressions of almost every Beastman of the older generation changed.
The new generation of Beastmen might not be able to understand it, but only the first batch of Beastmen who had drunk the Demon's Blood would understand how terrifying the impulse to destroy and slaughter every night was.
Destruction!
Slaughter!
Fresh blood!
It was like a traveler dying of thirst in the desert, thirsting for water. Everything was so crazy, yet so natural.
Grom had once thought that the ancient tree in front of him was Duque when he was half-awake. He had used his fists and claws to smash the tree into pieces, even tearing out the roots and using his fangs to bite them off.
Yes, in the illusion, he had bitten off Duque's neck.
However, Duke was standing in front of him. He knew that he shouldn't attack Duke, and this human with a faint, confident smile had done him a favor. Grom was extremely conflicted.
However, he still had to do what he had to do.
Moreover, he had to break the Orcs' fate of being controlled by the Burning Legion.
After this incident and seeing his compatriots easily fall into madness under the influence of the Demon's Blood, Thrall clearly understood that he had to cut off the source of this curse. At this moment, Thrall, who was still in the whirlpool of fate, did not know that he was fated to lose Grom Hellhowl, the strongest of the Horde …
"Let's go!" Duque stood up, letting his blue and white cape flutter in the wind.
The final result was very different from the original history.
Worried about the curse's influence on the previous generation of Orcs, not only did they not bring ordinary soldiers, but Varrock and Brock also stayed at the border between the Barrenlands and Gray Valley.
The final members of the Abyssal Lord's team were: Thrall, Grom, Duque, and Wojin.
Grom gripped the Blood Curse Sensor that Medivh had given him. In his field of vision, everything changed. The world turned black and white. Then, a wisp of bloody mist that should have been invisible to the naked eye floated toward him from afar like a thin silk veil. Finally, it connected to his chest.
"Follow me!" Grom carried [Bloodhowl] and strode towards the land of destiny.
No matter how terrifying the Demon Lord was waiting for him, he knew that he had to go.
That was his duty, Grom Hellhowl!
It was also his destiny!
Surprisingly, Mannoroth's location was not too far from the entrance of Gray Valley, but it was very well hidden. Without Grom leading the way, perhaps even the local Night Elves would not know that there was a small valley between the mountain streams that was completely unaffected by the outside world.
Less than five hundred meters into the valley, the entire scenery changed.
It was no longer lush and lush like in Gray Valley, full of birds and fragrant flowers.
Instead, it was filled with the color of defeat.
The entire sky suddenly turned from a sunny morning into a dark and gloomy midnight.
Evidently, the evil magic of the Abyssal Lord was affecting the surrounding space.
His eyes were filled with lava. Amidst the grayish-black volcanic ash, there were countless vague lava streams that flowed from top to bottom.
High temperature. Their nostrils were filled with the sulfuric smell of the Burning Plains, and their feet were full of volcanic ash that squeaked when they stepped on it.
Mixed with a large amount of evil magic, the fire elements rolled irregularly in the air, and the turbid smell was nauseating.
Not to mention Thrall and Grom, who did not have very strong senses, even the extremely sensitive Forest Troll Hero Wojin, and Duque, who had the help of the system elf, could not sense the existence of Mannoroth.
Suddenly, there was light in this blazing world!
It was a terrifying sword light that seemed to be able to split the entire world in half.
A double-headed greatsword more than 15 meters long broke out of the volcanic ash under their feet and easily attacked Wojin and Duque at the back of the team.
Wojin was seriously injured in just one move!
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