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When the two weapons were intertwined again, Lansolite's sword finally couldn't withstand the powerful impact and let out a broken whine. The result of crushing a sword master's sword, which was equivalent to victory, made Grogluk extremely excited. When he raised his battle ax to give the unsuspecting sword master a fatal blow, he found that the iron filings flying in the sky had hit the orchid. Thoret's iron fist swung out and hit Groglock's metal mask hard with one fist. This sudden blow made him unable to dodge, and he was knocked directly to the ground. The strong pressure knocked him to the ground, and then a pair of thick arms tightly grabbed Groglock's throat. Although he wanted to struggle hard, at this moment, Lansolite's face revealed a terrifying killing intent,"I tell you that the sword master is not only good at swordsmanship. In a world where survival is the only condition, staying alive is the most important thing." At this moment, Groglock seemed to want to refute his words, but he seemed to have no chance. The sword that shattered Lansolite made him too excited, and a moment of trance was enough to be fatal.

After breaking the Beast King's neck with his wrist, Lansolit collapsed to the ground as if he had exhausted all his strength. Looking at the approaching Gemu, he tried his best to squeeze out a smile and murmured,"It seems that it is right for me to be expelled from the Sword Saint Valley. I am not a qualified Sword Saint at all."""At least you're alive, aren't you, my friend."Gemu stretched out his hand to pull up Lansolit, and the orc, who had given up the reputation of Sword Master, responded with a friendly fist and hit Gemu's chest."Friend, I haven't heard this name for a long time. It's been a long time since anyone I could call a friend has appeared."Lansoret laughed at himself while stroking the sticky loess on his body,"The war is not over yet, we still have a lot of things to do."Muttering to himself, Lansolit picked up the battle ax of the dead beast king. From today on, he will no longer have the title of Sword Master, and he will also start a new journey as an orc warrior.

After completing a challenge Lansolite continued his battle, and his battle targets were changed to wolves. The tribe's army had already begun to attack the highlands. Rocks were constantly rolling down the long and narrow mountain road, but relying on the numbers, Despite their advantage, they were still advancing inch by inch. At this moment, the wolves appeared. They were obviously the wolves raised by the Warsong clan. Their snow-white figures and sultry white teeth began to bite the warriors who dared to climb the high ground crazily..

These crazy beasts seem to be very ferocious, but for characters like Gemu and Lansolit, this is not a test. The narrow and sharp dagger can kill with a trace of blood, and the brave and wild Swinging the battle ax in two blows, the combination of the two men ran rampant on the battlefield. This performance obviously attracted the attention of the archers of the Warsong clan who had fallen into passiveness. A large number of bows and arrows roared towards them. Obviously, they became targets at this moment.

"If I were you, just find a place to get out of the limelight. Gemu said while clinging to the rock wall."If I did that, then the tribe's warriors might suffer more casualties.""Lansoret roared loudly while wielding his battle ax to peel away the arrows that were close to him, and pulled out the arrows that had not blocked him. Because of his cover, more tribal warriors rushed to the high ground. Gradually, the rain of bows and arrows became smaller, and the attack of a large number of tribal warriors made the archers unable to aim their arrows at Lansolit.

"Well, you are right, compared to your bravery, it seems that I am still too cowardly. Gemu said as he walked into Lansolite. Suddenly he appeared directly behind Lansolite in a flash. He stabbed hard with a dagger, causing a tragic wailing sound. A hidden man was hiding behind him. The assassin who was preparing for a sneak attack in the shadow let out a scream and fell to the bottom of the high ground."Fortunately, you have me, otherwise you would be in trouble. Gemu said to himself, but Lansolit obviously didn't want to reply to him, and a man rushed forward again.

This time his opponent was a Goron, whose towering figure was surrounded by orc warriors. Letting out a tearing roar, it was obvious that his fall was only a matter of time, and the arrival of Lansolit obviously accelerated the process of his fall. The fate of Gronn, who had one foot removed, could only be reduced to being left to his own devices. The fate of slaughter, and at this time the defenses of the Warsong clan had been almost wiped out. When the last warrior of the Warsong clan who shouted sword and glory fell, the door of the fortress in the center of Tara finally opened. At a glance Surrounded by many war song elites, little Hellscream sat high on his throne, staring at the tribal orcs who broke in.

"Sal hasn't come yet, just a few little fleas, let's just use it as a warm-up activity."The little Hellscream who stood up was obviously taller than the other orcs. He was dancing with the Blood Roar in his hands. The energetic little Hellscream seemed to be relieved of the current predicament of being surrounded by the tribe's army. Although the dark brown eyes no longer He has the wildness and bloodthirsty dominated by evil spirits, but the wildness he is still full of has never diminished by half.

"If this were your challenge to me, risking the glory of the orcs, I would fight it alone, but obviously not."Lansorite looked at the contemptuous eyes of the little Hellscream, and also raised the battle ax in his hand. As a sword master, he should challenge the little Hellscream alone. But obviously he is no longer the sword master of the Burning Blade Clan at this moment. , swung the battle ax a few times, and his eyes fell on Gemu. Of course, the glory of the orcs is to win with more, but in the face of the little Hellscream that brought war to Draenor, such a law does not seem to work. Applicable.

Lansolite charges forward, his nimble figure is still as agile as before, while Gemu is hiding in the darkness, waiting for an opportunity to deliver a fatal blow to Little Hellscream. In response to the combination of these two, Little Hellscream The orc roared. The tremor of the sound directly knocked Gemu out of the stealth state. And he jumped up high and waved the blood roar and came straight to Lansolite, when the two battle axes intertwined. Lansolit clearly felt a strong pressure rushing toward him through the axe.

Forced to retreat continuously, Lansolit took the blow from the little Hellscream. Obviously, sometimes skills and tactics are absolutely crucial. Always pale and powerless in front of the power. Wrong tactics will only amplify this powerlessness, and Lansolit is obviously an example. His numb arms made it almost impossible for him to hold the axe, and relying on his relatively agile With his skill, he barely managed to hold back Little Hellscream, while Gemu beside him had no chance at all. Although the shirtless Little Hellscream seemed to have flaws all over his body, after several attempts, he was overwhelmed by Little Hellscream's powerful aura. He was forced back.

The battle was fleeting, and when Lansolit inevitably faced off against the little Hellscream again, the battle ax that he had snatched was cut off by the blood roar of the little Hellscream, and it was spinning. The ax blade fell to the ground. The broken weapon obviously will not affect Lansorit as a qualified warrior, and any changes on the battlefield should not be surprising. At this time, the next wave of attacks from the little Hellscream arrived.. The swung Blood Roar tried to split Lansorit in half in one fell swoop. Lansorit, who had dodged the blow, did not escape the attack from the feet of the little Hellscream. A hooked leg made Lansorit lose his balance. He was put down to the ground. The eyes of the little Hellscream who stepped on Lansolit's chest were filled with murderous intent, as if it was the arrogance and pride of a beast when it bites its prey.

But Lansolit is definitely not waiting to be captured. He cleverly took the broken ax and chopped at the little Hellscream's leg. With a dull sound, the broken ax struck the little Hellscream's leg as if it had hit thick rubber. Not even a single white seal left a wound. Lansolite's move obviously caused the little Hellscream to crush him even more fiercely. He waved Gorehowl and prepared to chop off the head of the prey in front of him. As the winner, he obviously He has this right.

At this time, Gemu, who had been hiding for too long, finally revealed his hunter's fangs. With the sound of wind blowing, Gemu rushed towards the little Hell Roar, the dragon tooth blade shining with silver-gray light in his hand. Aiming at the throat of little Hellscream, he stabbed it. As for Gemu's Dragon Fang Blade, Little Hellscream was obviously still a little wary of this sharp weapon. He turned slightly sideways, which was more critical. And the sharp Dragon Fang Blade There was a scar on little Hellscream's shoulder, and red blood flowed out.

For orcs, scars are a symbol of glory. Obviously, little Hellscream doesn't care about more wounds on his body. But the little Hellscream hit Gemu like an iron fist like a casserole, it was not that simple. Gemu flew towards the erratic fallen leaves and fell heavily to the ground. A mouthful of blood spurted out. He had lost his fighting power in a short period of time.

At the feet of members of the Warsong clan. Not waiting for him to get up a few timesThe spear restricted his movement. On the other side, Lansolit relied on Gemu's sneak attack to escape the fatal blow, but Lansolite, who had lost his weapon, had unwillingness and resentment burning in his eyes. There was a look of reluctance in Lansolite's eyes as he was stepped on by the little Hellscream, but the gears of fate had already turned, and the decision was made when he faced the proud fangs of the little Hellscream. The little Hellscream wielding Gorehowl wanted to give Lansolit a fatal blow, but obviously he did not do so. The suspended battle ax did not fall for a long time, just because two slender green vines broke through the soil and held the little Hell. The roaring wrist prevents him and his blood roar from swinging down

"Little Hellscream, your opponent is me, let us continue the unfinished battle in Orgrimmar."At this moment, a green figure came to the side of the little Hellscream, as if the fateful Terminator at this moment was finally facing his own fate."This is the moment I am looking forward to, there are only two of us, let us speak with our fists."Facing Thrall, the shaman of the earth, the mockery in the little Hellscream's eyes turned into hatred. If it hadn't been for Thrall, he wouldn't have become the chief, and he wouldn't have ended up where he is today. He resented Thrall's weakness, and also resented him for being the shaman of the earth. He stopped his ambition at the critical moment. Faced with Thrall's proposal for the most traditional one-on-one duel between the orcs, he had no reason to refuse. He decided to use his fists to complete revenge. This is what little Hellscream wants most. , he wants to take back everything he lost, including Thrall's life. In this epic showdown, Gemu and Lansolit were lucky enough to be witnesses. Under the trial, Thrall and the little Hellscream's The battle was nothing short of exciting.

The intertwining power of Gorehowl and Doomhammer reverberated across the earth. The two men fought evenly but did not flinch at all, which showed their determination to kill each other. And with strength The victorious little Hellscream finally got the upper hand. He grabbed the rosary on Thrall's chest and tore it off. The scattered beads rolled all over the floor, and Thrall was heavily stepped on by the little Hellscream. In this way. The scene in Lansolit's eyes was more helpless. Not long ago, he also faced such a dilemma. But

Thrall is not Lansolit, he is an outstanding shaman. At this time, a giant rock His hand stretched out from the earth, and he held the little Hellscream tightly and lifted him into the air. This sudden change made the little Hellscream no longer able to hold Gorehowl, and the battle ax from his father was left behind. On the ground, dim traces of blood show the former glory of this battle ax.

"This is my final judgment on you, goodbye little Hellscream."Complex emotions flashed through Thrall's eyes, but after just a moment's hesitation, Thrall raised his battle ax high, and a thunder from the sky fell on the little Hellscream. Everything was over, It was as if he had never started. With the death of little Hellscream, the entire Tara fell. All the orcs of the Warsong clan who did not die were captured and reorganized into the tribal army. However, Gemu and Lansolit were lucky enough to Having saved their lives, they swore to follow Thrall and fight to the end. Such a leader was obviously worth following.

At this moment, the little Hellscream has obviously become the most eye-catching symbol of Nagrand. The death of the dictator confirms that all The final fate of careerists. Thrall's footsteps will not stop, because Gul'dan, who once died and was resurrected due to the turbulence of time, actually tried to let the Burning Legion return to Draenor. He must stop this and let this The chaotic time is back on track. No matter whether the sun will shine as brightly tomorrow as today, he always believes in every step he takes. No matter whether it is correct or not, he is moving forward strongly, just like his father Durotan As I said, no matter what, don't stop.