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Lansolite, who didn't dare to use his sword to catch it, rolled away and saw a corrosive sour smell rising from the place hit by the hellfire. This is a powerful force, but Lansolit scorns this approach of borrowing demonic power. Leap high and strike with a jumping chop, the invisible barrier made a clear cracking sound. Lanshoret's sword cut off the staff of Gul'dan who tried to block it, and the tip of the sword pointed at Gul'dan, as if the demon warlock who had made Grommash Hellscream suffer so much was not that good.

There will always be a penalty for underestimating your opponent, and Lansolite is no exception. When he wanted to use the sword in his hand to pierce the throat of the disgusting warlock in front of him, he found that no matter how hard he tried, he could not move the sword forward any further. On the contrary, the Gul'dan he faced showed arrogance and pride in his green eyes.

A kind of green silk thread as thin as a gossamer was wrapped around Lansolit's arm at some point. The thread seemed to be easily broken, but it was not something that Lansolit could break free with his strength."You will be my best gift to Archimonde, and you should be honored for this." Gul'dan mocked Lansolat mercilessly, while Gemu on the other side was troubled. A twisted darkness traps it in the shadows and cannot manifest itself. It is such a humiliation for a person who is accustomed to traveling between shadows and reality to be captured by the darkness. But this is the reality. When he found Lansolit in trouble, Gemu, who was trying to escape from stealth, found that there was a pair of eyes staring at him in the shadows. This kind of gaze is filled with ghostly spiritual shock, and even moving a finger becomes a luxury. People who try to become hunters don't know that they are actually prey.

The chaotic war finally came to a head. When Grommash stood in front of Kilrogg Deadeye, his former companion showed a faint smile of disdain."Grommash Hellscream, maybe in your eyes I am a shameless betrayer, but I saw my own destiny and made a choice. I believe you are the same, and you will have to face your destiny one day."

Even though Kilrogg possesses the power of the devil, he can still maintain his sanity as before. Looking at Grommash's eyes with red light, it seems that he is quietly waiting for the other party's return.. It's a pity that such a scene appeared in a chaotic battlefield, with fighting and roaring everywhere, and green blood covering every inch of the Hellfire Fortress. Quiet dialogue and communication were obviously impossible. Grommash, who raised his sword and pierced Kilrogg's body, responded to his former comrade with a fierce look.

"Death is indeed the best destination for me." Dark red blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and his somewhat dark yellow fangs tapped against the ground. Kilrogg died so quietly, just as he saw the prophecy..The sky is covered in flames, hellfire and a large number of demons are madly attacking every inch of Draenor. The Demon King stands on the highest mountaintop, looking down at all life and kneeling before his power. No one can escape , anyone who resists will be punished with death. This is the fate Kilrogg saw. Under this foreshadowing, he led his tribe to join the Burning Legion to seek a glimmer of hope for his tribe. But he Wrong, anything that seeks the skin of a tiger is dangerous and absurd. Now dying under the sword of Grommash seems to be a good choice, at least this kind of death is glorious. At this moment, the tribal alliance is the deepest in Hellfire Citadel They stopped in front of a piece of wreckage. A large number of shadow warlocks used magic to try to resurrect a dead demon. Although the tribal alliance was close in front of them, they still did not give up their efforts, as if they were incompatible with what they were about to do. Death was as inconspicuous as a stone in a stream.

Their efforts earned Grommash the respect of Grommash, who stopped Thrall and his tribe from killing them just because he saw these shadow warlocks. The truth about the creature to be resurrected. Mannoroth, the demon once slain by Grommash, is now being resurrected through the sacrifice of these shadow warlocks."You are putting yourself in danger."Grommash turned a deaf ear to Thrall's warning. He watched with admiration as a pile of dead bones slowly stood up, while all the shadow warlocks fell. What they had done with their lives had been completed. Now, Mannoroth in the form of a withered skeleton stood up.

"That is my enemy. Once I kill him, there will be a second one. Since the tragedy of the orcs begins with him, it must end with him."Grommash glanced at Thrall, and rushed out waving his sword. The newly resurrected Mannoroth, who had turned into a skeleton, was obviously not flexible enough. He took Grommash's sword head-on, and a bone was cut off in response.. The flames in the core burning with green flames jumped suddenly, and they obviously felt the threat. As this huge bone raised its head to the sky and let out a long roar. Hellfire meteorites falling like a meteor shower fell towards Grommash, and The swordmaster of the Warsong Clan was obviously not easily defeated. He was dodging around, waiting for an opportunity to approach the bone demon with his sword and chop off his weak bones. Thrall and his army acted as Audience, this is a battle that belongs to Grommash. Thrall will not interfere. In the original world, it was this deceased hero who used his own sacrifice to end the orcs’ nightmare, and now he obviously still wants to do so. But here Hell's roar is more powerful, and it obviously won't consume much energy for a demon with only bones.

This is not a wonderful battle. A hero's battle while his opponent is a pile of bones without the ability to think. This makes Ge Rommash was over before he had all the fun. As more and more green venom filled the ground, Grommash, who stopped teasing his opponent's thoughts, rushed towards Mannoroth with a spinning sword. That was when everything came to an end. At that time. Bones were broken all over the ground, and there was no possibility of resurrection. Those monsters that the warlocks used their lives to resurrect made Grommash unable to even entertain themselves. I wonder what they would think if they were still alive.

"Is this the end?" Grommash asked as he looked at the ruined Hellfire Fortress."Not yet. Gul'dan has not appeared yet. I think this demon warlock will not only Such a little trump card. Thrall's reminder made Grommash realize that Gul'dan did not appear in the entire battle in Hellfire Citadel, and that this fierce battle in the Tanaan Jungle did not feature the protagonist, which was obviously a bit unjustifiable.

"After taking the tribe out of here, the smell of demonic decay was everywhere, which made me feel sick."Grommash looked around at the demon corpses and slapped them with his big hand. He could not help but mutter about the stench. Thrall obviously had the same intention, but a strange bird's cry in the sky attracted their attention.. The person who can fly freely in this place is obviously not a good person. His devil's claws have attracted Thrall's attention. The flying leaves spinning in the sky are like knives, chasing the evil bird. Apparently Thrall used He used the power of the elements to finish him off. But the bird just rolled in the air and surrendered to the pursuit of the elements. It even whimpered a few times towards Thrall and his army before flying away.

"Your weakness makes me even doubt the point of forming an alliance with you."Grommash looked at Thrall with some contempt, but found that Thrall's expression was a little solemn, and he obviously didn't care about his ridicule. But before he could ask Thrall, he explained the reason himself."Everyone turned toward the darkness. Moving forward in the direction of the door, the elements are trembling, and a powerful force passes through the door of darkness!"Finally, is there something that can excite me?" Grommash roared like an orc, with excitement that he had not seen for a long time, as if the battle in Hellfire Fortress was just an unsuccessful warm-up."If You love fighting so much, I think this guy will be satisfying."

At this moment, another battle is coming to an end. It is not so much a battle as it is a performance by Gul'dan alone. Gemu and Lansolit controlled by the same demonic energy are placed at both ends of the Dark Portal. , the dark door supported by the blue-gray stone statue was flowing with green light, while Gul'dan was kneeling on the ground and chanting complicated spells.

"It seemed like we were going to die, but we didn't expect it to be in such a way."Gemu teased his upcoming fate without interest, while Lansolat stared at Gul'dan's series of strange actions. It was obvious that he did not spend the remaining time on boring curses."Death is not It's not scary. What's scary is that death has no meaning."Lansoret glanced at Gemu specially, and Gemu responded with an awkward smile. Obviously they were in the second form at the moment, dying meaninglessly. At this moment, Gul'dan's chant finally ended, and only I saw him bending his body and raising his hands high into the sky, shouting a spell that the two of them could not understand. At this moment, a white ball of light and a red ball of light in the sky were obviously responding to Gul'dan's call. Dan's palms circled back and forth.