"Beastmen will never be slaves —"
The deafening roar resounded through the entire gray valley, sending all the rocks that were still unstable in the surroundings flying.
Grom started sprinting at high speed.
The anger pumped out of his heart burned through his entire body.
The anger that had accumulated in his chest needed a place to vent.
The unyielding will hidden in the depths of his soul drove him.
One step, two steps, three steps …
His well-trained sense of distance told him that it was enough!
He stomped hard on the ground with his left leg, and his burly green body soared into the sky with an aura that defied gravity. The [Blood Roar] that was held high gave people the illusion that it was going to burst through the gray sky.
That was not his attack alone!
That was the Beastmen's struggle against fate!
That was the race's endless desire for the future!
He waved his hands, and the axe flew up.
The blood moon rose, and the axe flashed.
From the battle against Gollon in the mountains of Draenor to the Blood War Alliance in the vast lands of Azeroth.
Grom Hellhowl had traversed hundreds of thousands of miles between two worlds and three lands with Bloodhowl.
He had never feared anyone!
One axe to split the world, who did not recognize him?
The curved axe, the curved axe light.
At first, it looked like a blood moon, but it suddenly became a rainbow that traversed space and time.
Everyone could see that the axe did not change, and everyone could see the trajectory of the axe.
But even though they could see it, they could not block it.
The Lord of the Abyss, Mannoroth, was not a light human or elf. He was a huge demon that weighed more than ten tons. From the start, he had felt that something was wrong.
As the loyal dog of the Archerons and the vanguard of the Burning Legion, he had destroyed countless planets and destroyed countless races that he saw as inferior. He had traversed the universe for three thousand years, but he had never seen such a brilliant axe light.
Mannoroth did not know how much damage he would suffer if he was hit by Grom's axe.
He did not dare to imagine it.
He roared and swung his huge double-headed sword at the sky.
Cleaving Grom in half in midair was his only chance.
But the terrifying brilliance of the sword only flashed for a moment before it missed!
At that moment, he realized that Duque had used an inconspicuous Radiant Moon Arcane Missile that contained Breaking Dawn magic power to hit the edge of the blade.
It was a hair's breadth away.
The error was a thousand miles!
The Lord of the Abyss's sword narrowly missed Grom's side!
He swung at empty air!
The next moment, the blood-red axe light flashed and disappeared!
She slashed at his chest with all her might.
Every ounce of Grom's strength, every drop of his [Fury] as a warrior, was poured into this strike.
Moreover, the blade of this terrifyingly powerful Legendary weapon had perfectly struck the only weakness on the Lord of the Abyss' chest.
It wasn't supposed to be a weakness.
After being hit by the Semi-artifact [Hammer of Destruction], it became a weak point!
Sal's previous desperate attack was not meaningless.
"Ahhhhh — impossible!!!" The gigantic Lord of the Abyss let out the last painful roar of his life. The violent demonic power contained in his body began to erupt uncontrollably!
It was as if a nuclear explosion had occurred!
It symbolized complete destruction!
It symbolized inevitable death!
Thrall, who had just regained his senses, did not even have the time to stand up. He could only watch helplessly as Grom Hellhole, who was both a teacher and a friend, a subordinate, but more like a guardian god, roared and was engulfed by the destructive light of the Abyssal Lord's final self-destruction before his death!
Grom, who had just attacked with all his strength, could not escape in time.
"No —"
Sal had just gotten up when he was thrown back by the explosion's shockwave. The back of his head hit the rock behind him again.
The light was too intense. His eardrums were numb from the shockwave of the explosion. His ears were ringing.
"No! No! No — "Sal struggled again. He used his hands and feet to half-crawl and half-leap to the place where Grom had been swallowed by the explosion.
But …
All he saw were a few broken and deformed pieces of armor. Sal's heart instantly sank into a bottomless abyss.
He suddenly felt very cold and lonely.
That's right! He had great ambitions. He wanted to bring the suffering Orcs out of the quagmire of pain and tragedy.
But he was too young. Even if he did not want to admit it, he still yearned to learn more from the older heroes. He instinctively chased after the figures of Orgrim and Grom.
He had never said it out loud, but he really admired them!
Now, Orgrim had died tragically under Arthas' [Frostmourne]. Now it was Grom's turn?
He had sworn that he would never cry again!
Because the Orcs had shed enough tears!
At this moment, Sal could not help but kneel down and howl at the sky.
"No — Grom … No —"
Originally, this should have been an incomparably sorrowful scene. Unfortunately, a coarse voice that was barely breathing interrupted this scene.
"Brat, I'm not dead yet. What are you screaming for?"
Ah?
Sal almost doubted his ears. His thick neck was like a rusty axle, making creaking sounds. He could not turn for a long time.
He did not dare to believe his own senses. But there was indeed an Orc panting heavily behind him.
With the hope of climbing out of the abyss of despair, Sal finally turned his body step by step and saw the two figures that almost overlapped with each other more than ten meters behind him.
He could not believe it!
It was actually Duque supporting Grom Hellscream, who was more than one size bigger than him!
The Warsong chief was in an extremely sorry state. His left hand was unnaturally bent, and the green skin of his entire front half was slowly charred black.
But …
He had survived after all!
"Grom — uh, Duque?!" Sal was so excited that he was a little incoherent.
He could not imagine that at the most critical moment, it was Duque, who was originally his mortal enemy, who saved one of his two most admired idols, Hellscream?
At this moment, Duke shouted, "You're so heavy!" He threw Grom to the ground like a piece of trash, a look of disdain on his face.
"How long has it been since you last bathed?!"
Looking at the cursing Duque, Grom, who was lying on the ground, laughed. "For your sake, I'll learn to bathe like you humans every day if I have the chance."
After laughing with great difficulty, Lord Howl's face suddenly darkened. He was indignant. "I … seem to owe you a life this time."
Duque patted the dust off his body and looked at Mannoroth's mountainous corpse. "You can return it to me on Mount Hyjal," he said calmly.
This was not being polite. In the latest intelligence, Duque saw a name that should not have appeared in the historical Battle of Mount Hyjal — Demon Lord Kazak!
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