Grom Hell's Roar!
A great hero who loved his tribe deeply, and was willing to fight to the death for it, was now experiencing the greatest and most terrifying psychological shock in history.
As a pioneer and pioneer who had been through countless battles, and had seen many different civilizations, Grom had never seen such terrifying technology before.
Before him was the interior of a starship that was hundreds of thousands of square meters wide, with a thousand-meter tall dome.
The architectural style inside was not unfamiliar to him at all. It was similar to the Shattrath City of the Draenei, which he had once destroyed. However, it was different from the flashy style of the Draenei, which was like a bubble that would shatter upon being smashed. The interior of the starship was filled with power.
The power of dark powers!
The power of darkness!
He did not know what Duque had done before he woke up, but he knew very well that he owed Duque his life again. Because when he woke up, the creatures around him that were also asleep, or just about to wake up, were mercilessly abandoned.
The flames of dark powers that he was not unfamiliar with sprang up from the floor like shackles, easily restraining the seemingly powerful creatures.
There were four gorilla-like creatures as tall as him, with four arms.
There were monsters that were as soft as mud, but occasionally had dozens of needles poking out of them.
There were also humanoid creatures that looked like they were made out of platinum.
All of them were emitting powerful energy waves.
Contrary to Grom's expectations, the first thing that those seemingly powerful creatures did after waking up and realizing that they were under the threat of death was not anger, roaring, or pleading for their lives. Instead, they begged the two female demons who weren't that tall standing in front of Duke.
All sorts of languages filled the air, but all of them expressed the same thing — submission, and pleading!
Grom suddenly realized that his soul had suffered a great shock.
So many races, so many powerful beings, had willingly chosen to become slaves of the Burning Legion?!
Where was their glory?
Where was their sense of self as a living being?
No!
None at all!
Just like that, even at the very end of their lives, they shamelessly kneeled and licked, craving for the mercy of these demons who had once destroyed their race and their home.
In what felt like a few blinks of an eye, every single creature that was begging for mercy was reduced to dust. His body and soul had turned into pure dark energy.
Their shouts were still echoing in Grom's ears, but in the next moment, they had already turned into balls of energy that supplied the operation of this evil starship.
Grom's scalp was numb!
The hands of this tribal warrior who had once killed the Abyssal Lord Mannoroth with an axe were trembling!
"Mantis Shrimp, let's go! You might even be able to see the Abyssal Lord Mannoroth that you worship! "
Grom's body trembled. He finally realized that he had really returned to 10,000 years ago. This was because the Lord of the Abyss that he had personally killed was still alive and kicking at this point in time.
He didn't know what Duque had done to ensure that he wouldn't lose his life the moment he woke up. But he knew that at a time like this, he could only choose to trust Duque. Otherwise, not just him, but the tides of history might be disrupted, leading to an even worse ending. For example, his home might be attacked by the Burning Legion in advance.
Grom was not happy with the alias that Duque had randomly given him, so he bowed his burly body deeply. "As you wish, Master of Infinite Path."
It had to be said that Grom's acting skills were terrible. He was about the same as those male idols in Duque's previous world who had no acting skills and got paid to film.
But Duque had his ways. He smiled apologetically at the Eredar Twins. "My apologies, esteemed ladies. This servant of mine has not been completely tamed, but I believe that he and I can be of help to the great Burning Legion."
Surprisingly, the Eredar Twins didn't make things difficult for Duke and Grom on this issue. Soon, the two of them knew why.
Passing through a huge astrological hall with countless planets in it, Duque did not even explain which one was Azeroth to the country bumpkin Grom, who had never seen the stars beyond the atmosphere.
But the planets in the starry sky array that were engulfed and burned by green evil energy still shocked Grom.
And so, in silence, the two followed the Twins to a huge room.
The room gave Duque and Grom a bad feeling.
In the rectangular room that was at least the size of two football fields, there was only a recliner that looked like an operating table in the middle. With a gentle wave of her left hand, a recliner immediately appeared.
"Sit on it!"
Grom's facial muscles twitched slightly. It was too easy to think of all kinds of bad things.
Duque was shocked!
Yes, his shock was as unreasonable as a human swallowing an adult whale in one gulp.
Unfortunately, Duque immediately felt the eyes of the two female demons locked on him.
"This is …" Duque pretended to be suspicious.
The Eredar Twins' expressions were synchronized — they sneered at the same time.
"The Burning Legion never believes in loyalty! We only believe in power! "
"Hiss —" Duque gasped.
He suddenly understood why the Eredar Twins had never investigated his identity from the beginning, nor had they considered the question of his loyalty.
Because there was no need!
Looking at the huge syringe that rose from the back of the operating chair and the churning green plasma, everything was explained!
Grom's face suddenly became very interesting. As someone who had been troubled by the terrifying demon blood for the past 20 years, he knew what it was. That color, that taste, Grom would never forget it for the rest of his life.
After all, what he drank was only the highly diluted demon blood of the Lord of the Abyss. The crazy impulse to destroy had made him forget himself. Once he entered the battle, he would lose most of his rationality. Other than his own people, he would cut down almost everything.
He still remembered the earth-shattering massacre when the city of Shattrath was breached.
Hundreds of thousands of Draenei were wiped out.
A huge amount of blood gathered into a lake, forming a river that poured down …
Grom did not dare to imagine what would happen if he touched this tube of demonic plasma that was obviously more concentrated than demon blood.
But at that moment, countless Apocalypse Guards walked out of the darkness and surrounded the two of them.
There was no way out!
Was death the only way?
Suddenly, Duque walked out and spoke in standard Eredar, "It's such a waste to give such a wonderful thing to my vulgar servant. Why don't you give it all to me? "
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