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Thrall's fingers holding the Doomhammer gradually tightened, and the veins on his sturdy arm were revealed. It was hard for the warchief to believe that this was done by a former friend.

The corpses of the orcs and elves were scattered among the woods. Cenarius' long-dead body fell beside Grommash, and Thrall was even more frightened by the ugly monster standing behind Grommash.

"Ahahaha, why, the warchief of the tribe is also going to be under my command?" Abyss Lord Mannoroth laughed, and the warsong orcs did a good job, and that damn demigod finally died.

He has observed that the War of the Ancients has brought great trauma to the native demigods of Azeroth. Most of them are no longer active. Removing Cenarius, who is in the way, will make the Legion more smoothly.

Grommash, who had drunk his blood, and the Warsong clan have been enslaved by the power of the Abyss Lord. Now they have lost their self-awareness and only have the instinct to kill.

"Monster, you will pay for everything you do!"

Thrall held the hammer of destruction high and raised his arms, "Warriors of the tribe, we will never become slaves to the devil again!"

"Ha! What a disappointment, there are always a few nasty guys among you orcs, that Orgrim is, so are you." Mannoroth heard Thrall’s battle cry, very contemptuous, he did not treat this young man at all. The Orcs looked on.

The Warsong chief with his eyes flashing crimson light stood beside Mannoroth and had lost his sanity, but when he heard Thrall's shout, he still had some reaction.

However, this little wave couldn't make him break through Mannoroth's control. Although he killed the demigod, but at the same time there was no way to "gave" him the power of the Abyss Lord.

"I don't want to talk nonsense with these crawlers, Grommash, kill them all, or bring back people who are willing to join us again."

After speaking, Mannoroth's figure disappeared in front of everyone. At this time, Thrall realized that the Lord of the Abyss had come here only as a projection.

Next to the corpse of Cenarius, the god of the forest, Grommash raised the axe gorehowl and walked towards the orcs step by step. Under the stimulation of the devil’s blood, his figure was more burly and stronger than normal, like It's like a giant.

What makes people feel even more stressful is that what he has experienced is that he has experienced the breath of the sea of ​​blood in the corpse mountain, and the bloody and violent feeling made the orc warriors present a little embarrassed.

The remaining members of the Warsong tribe also assembled, and a troop like the old tribe orcs when they passed through the Dark Portal more than ten years ago, just appeared in front of Thrall.

The young chief looked at his old friend who had lost his mind, and the hand he wanted to raise the hammer to charge up and down several times.

In the end, Thrall still sent an order to the orcs: "Prepare to fight."

The red and green tides slammed into each other in this instruction, and Grommash and Thrall's eyes met, Thrall roared, "Can you still listen to me?! Grommash" Don't become a demon's minion!"

"Roar!"

However, it was Grommash's angry roar that responded to Thrall. The blood of the devil was surging inside him, and he could no longer control his actions!

Gorehowl drew a clear red light in the dim sky, and the sound of the wind passed through the small hole at one end of the axe handle, making a stern roar, penetrating the noisy battlefield, and straight into Thrall's soul.918 novel www.918xs.com

This is the origin of the name "Bloodhowl", but Thrall is not a recruit who will be frightened by Grommash's might. He calmly covered Grommash with Doomhammer and firmly held Grommash. Slashing vigorously.

As soon as the warchief raised his arm, the handle of the hammer held the end of the blade of Gorehowl. The sharp blade was just a few centimeters away from Thrall's forehead, but Thrall's expression remained calm.

"Are you really controlled?! Grommash!"

He let out a deafening roar, but it was a pity that Grommash turned a deaf ear to it, and was still trying to press the axe.

Grommash, who had drunk demonic blood, had indeed robbed him of a lot more power than before. Even the young and strong Thrall felt a great deal of pressure.

But Thrall is not a simple warrior, he can use the power of the elements.

Thrall tried to communicate with the elements while raising his leg and kicked out towards Gromarsh. The Warsong Chief was kicked two steps back. At the same time, the Doomhammer wrapped in lightning swung towards Gromar. What.

Grommash raised Gorehowl to resist, but with the blessing of the storm, the hammer of Doom became extremely fast, and Grommash was smashed in the face by the hammer.

There was a dull sound, and Grommash's head was slightly deflected under Thrall's blow.

"weak!"

The edge of Gorehowl lighted up again, Thrall's heart tightened, and he quickly withdrew two steps, but the front end of Gorehowl was still drawn on Thrall's breastplate, and the hard black iron armor was pulled out. Deep cut marks.

Touching the marks on the armor on his chest, Thrall even felt an illusory tingling sensation. He looked at Grommash in a little astonishment, although he knew that Grommash, strengthened by the demon blood, would be stronger than before. A lot of it, he did have his hands on the attack just now, but he was shocked by Grommash, who was in the middle and had the same face.

He underestimated the strengthening effect brought by the demon blood. It seems that this terrible power is overdrawing a person's vitality. Gromash, as one of the most powerful warriors in the entire tribe, this kind of overdraft brings an improvement. Let Gromash be on the battlefield.

Grommash backhanded another orc who was charging at him and slashed to the ground, rushing towards Thrall with strides.

"Storm, give me strength!"

Thrall's prayer echoed in the forest of Ashenvale. The shaman sensed that the natural power in the forest seemed to be weakening, but it was no longer the time to think about these issues. He must concentrate on dealing with the opponent in front of him.

How many nightmares Grommash brought to the enemies of the Horde brought pressure on Thrall. In the face of him, Thrall was not sure of victory.

The dazzling lightning bounced around on the Doomhammer, the sturdy electric snake flashed from the hammer head, and the blue electric light passed through the crowd and hit Grommash's chest straight.

Grommash's hair rose roots and roots under the stimulation of the electric current, and a painful expression flashed across his face, replaced by crazy brutality.

The warsong chief roared, and Qi Jin's muscles abruptly dissipated the thunder summoned by Thrall. The crimson light in his eyes became more and more shining, and his legs were bent all the time, ejecting like a cannonball.

The red light flashed out, Thrall had no time to react more, and his instinct drove him to swing the Doomhammer, trying to block Gromash's fatal blow.

"boom!"