My Frostmourne can't be so cute

The Azeroth continent is divided into two subcontinents, the north and the south, the mysterious Kalimdor continent in the west, the Northrend continent in the ice and snow in the north, and the south. Until now, there is no known Pandaria continent-four continent accidents The part is collectively called the endless sea by the creatures in this world.

Grom and his Warsong clan are now riding on a boat provided by the "Venture Investment Company" of the Goblin Chamber of Commerce, sailing on the endless ocean.

The goblins are in charge of the helm, the orcs are in charge...They are not responsible for anything, most of them lie bored on the deck, doing nothing.

Of course, the group of orcs lying on the deck is not bad, and more orcs have lost their combat effectiveness in the haze and swirling—even the ability to stand is lost.

In Draenor, the orcs' range of activities has also extended to the edge of the sea, but even on the inland rivers, the orcs mostly use bridges for activities, and rarely use boats. This also makes the largest of the orcs. Part of it... seasick.

In Nanhai Town, it is for this reason that Orgrim never thought of letting the orcs land on the beach-who can vomit and spit and still maintain the fighting power they deserve?

Of course, Grom was not seasick. He disliked those seasick people who vomited and diarrhea and made the deck dirty, so he drove them all to the lower deck and the cabin-not seeing them.

Grom was sitting cross-legged on the side of the ship, placing Gorehowl on his two sturdy thighs, but his attention was not focused on his weapon, but... he was observing himself body of.

Grom discovered that he has become greener recently—not recently, mainly because after being attacked by a red dragon that day, after he shed a lot of blood, his skin color began to turn dark green. The colors of the other ethnic groups are much darker.

Moreover, after leaving the Red Willow Forest outside the Dun Mod Fortress, Grom found that he didn't know what was going on, and there were many small holes in his body.

When facing the red dragon, Grom was once burned frontally by the red dragon’s flames; but he did not die, but there was a torn pain on his body, and then there was a lot of extra skin on his skin that kept going outward. Holes and crevices with blood flowing.

Now those holes had stopped bleeding, but Grom discovered that from these holes and fissures, many small hard thorns had grown, dense protrusions all over his skin, and he looked very crippled.

How is this going?——Grom pressed these small thorns once and again, his skin was still sunken, it seemed no different, but Grom was keenly aware of the greater rebound force from his fingers than before. .

Correspondingly, Grom felt that he was getting more and more unable to control his emotions-for example, at the orc base camp that day, although he knew that Gul'dan was making a fool of himself and calling himself a fool, Grom still suppressed I couldn't help feeling the killing intent to those of the same race in my heart, and hurt them-and Grom had to admit that this process made him very enjoyable.

Now, Grom can barely control his clan’s clan members; anyone else, even acquaintances like the chief of the Dragonmaw clan, Zuherd, appeared in front of him, and he wanted to smash each other with an axe. Divide in half and see what color the other's blood is.

Ok?what colour?——Grom frowned—Of course, he didn’t have eyebrows; before the war with the draenei, almost all the orcs shaved their eyebrows. This is an ancient ritual, symbolic With glory and courage.

Why do I have such an idea?Isn't the blood of the orcs all red?It's not that I haven't seen it before—Grom is very puzzled by the strange thought that popped up in his heart.

They should all be red, right?——Grom gently raised the axe blade of "Gorehowl" and lightly scratched it with his palm.

Ok?What... Grom's palm slashed across the sharp axe blade, but he didn't suffer any damage-it was still the green skin, with palm prints on it, lacking a blood stain.

Grom frowned, exerting strength on his hands-a slight tingling pain came from the palm of his hand; he knew that this time the "Blood Roar" tasted his own blood.

This is of course abnormal. The axe of "Gorehowl" is extremely sharp. Although his skin is also very tough, it is absolutely impossible to stop the edge of "Gorehowl".

Grom was puzzled, raised his hand, looked at his palm, and then his pupils shrank suddenly-what is this?

Grom’s palm is still green; however, if you look closely, you can see that there is some dark green liquid on his palm—the color is darker than his skin, and it is coming from his palm. One of the cracks slowly flowed out-that was the wound just caused by "Bloodhowl".

Green... blood?——Grom was stunned——It was normal to cut through the wound and shed blood; in other words, the definition of blood in Grom's mind was the fluid flowing out of the wound.

Then why did your blood turn green?Not long ago, when the red dragon spit out itself with flames, the blood that he left out was still a large swath of red - that dragon?Did that dragon do something to himself?

Despite this suspicion in his heart, Grom still instinctively thought of another person-Gul'dan.

There are a lot of green liquids, the sap of grass stems, a lot of venoms of insects and snakes... But the green liquid that Grom has the deepest impression of is the kind of green potion that Gul'dan gave him—it can become stronger if you drink Kind.

Is that kind of medicine?Grom was suspicious, put his palm in front of his nose, sniffed--a faint unpleasant breath came from his palm, the smell was indescribable, but Grom seemed familiar— —Yes, in the hometown of the orcs, there is a mountain range that can emit flames. The vicinity of those mountains is usually surrounded by such a smell. The wise men among the orcs named this breath "sulfur".

Just as Grom was thinking about why his blood turned green, and why it gave off the smell of sulfur, another ship slowly caught up beside the ship's side he was relying on.

"Grom, Grom! Something happened!" A familiar voice called Grom's name-Chief Zuherd of the Dragonmaw clan stood on the side of the ship, facing Grom Shouting, with an eager look on their faces; Blackham brothers Reid and Mehm stood behind Zuhed, both blank and at a loss.(To be continued.)

Chapter 438: Gul'dan is gone

"Zuherd, if it's not a very important thing, you will definitely pay for interrupting my rest. Well, yes, I want to split your brain and see if your blood is also green." Mu yelled in response-Zuherd also drank the kind of medicine provided by Gul'dan, would his blood also turn green?

"Gul'dan, it's Gul'dan! Gul'dan is gone!" Zuherd yelled towards this side with his hands in a tube shape. The waves splashing from the side of the ship were very loud, and he was a little worried about Grom. Can't hear my own voice.

"Gul'dan...is there?" Grom's pupils shrank suddenly. He kept his hand on the plank on the side of the ship, leaned out slightly out of the deck, and shouted, "Gul'dan is missing? When did it happen? What about Gu'gall?"

"It's all gone!" Zuherd shouted eagerly. "Just now!..."

Grom could see that Zuherd's mouth was opened and closed, and he was still talking, but it was covered by the sound of the wind and waves.

Grom realized that this was not a simple matter, or that Gul'dan's behavior was probably premeditated; he roared loudly and shouted at Zuherd: "Stop the ship and tell the goblins to slow down! Then you come here!"

After saying this, Grom walked quickly to the cockpit of the ship. Under the threat of the sharp axe of "Gorehowl", the goblins stopped the ship honestly, and then the captain of them was Grom pulled out of the cabin with his collar, and pinched it to the deck.

Soon, Zuherd's ship gradually reached its speed, and before the ship came to a complete stop, he eagerly stepped on the pedals and came to Grom's ship.

"Grom, what do you do? Gul'dan disappeared! What should we do?" Zuherd shouted to Grom as soon as he stepped on the deck with one foot.

"Shut up, Zuherd, you are like a girl right now." Grom waved his weapon dissatisfied, and said, "Tell me first, how did you find Gul'dan was missing?"

Most of the orcs have discovered that there is something wrong with the two ships, and they have coerced the goblin sailors to slow down the ship and move closer to the ships of Grom and Zuherd; although there are many ships, they are In this endless sea, the orc fleet is as small and helpless as a tiny ant.

"Grom, listen to me. The ships of Gul'dan and Gu'gall have been draped in the back before, and I think something is wrong; but not long ago, I suddenly discovered that Gul'dan's ship was getting faster and faster. The slower, the farther and farther we are; I thought at first that there was something wrong with his boat, but after a while, those boats suddenly speeded up and went over there..." Zuherd quickly I told him how he found out that Gul'dan was missing.

"Zuherd, you trash!" Grom roared loudly, splashing Zuherd's face with spit stars, "Why not turn the bow of the ship to chase them at that time?"

"I... Then how can I catch up!" Zuherd retorted-this Grom's brain is really broken?This is the sea, not on land. If you run fast, you can catch up with the enemy sooner or later; since Gul'dan decided to run before, he must make some arrangements to make it impossible to catch up with them here.

"Trash, it's a trash." Grom yelled, and at the same time he kept poking the wood chips on the deck under his feet with the handle of the "Gorehowl" axe.

"Hey, say, where did Gul'dan and the others go?" Grom stepped on the goblin captain with one foot and shouted.

"Uh-hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

"You can't speak orc language?" Grom's bare feet increased his strength slightly, and it was obvious that the goblin, who was not much bigger than the sole of his feet, had turned his eyes white and was about to suffocate.

"Goo...mile...goo...goo...gollum!" Although Grom was about to trample the goblin to death, Grom still couldn't understand what he said - after all, not every goblin They all speak orc language like Guvasius.

"What should I do now?" Zuherd ignored Grom and called him trash several times, or eagerly hoped that Grom would come up with an idea.

"What do you say?" However, Grom had no idea. Seeing that goblin and thin body was about to be stepped onto the deck by himself, Grom knew that it was useless, so he moved the sole of his foot and let it go. The goblin is not kind, but Grom knows that before setting off, in order to carry as much supplies as possible, the goblin sailors on each ship are not rich. If you kill a few of them, you will not keep the ship. Just can't drive away.

"I think so..." Zuherd has some ideas, but he is not the kind of character that can make decisions, and among the remaining less than 10,000 orcs, Grom's Warsong clan stands. Most, even if he wants to make a decision, it depends on Grom's agreement or disagreement.

"We have three choices; one is to chase Gul'dan and figure out what this guy is going to do. The other things he said before are not important. I just want to know, in the intelligence of that new continent, he Did you lie to us?" Zuherd said their first choice.

"The second option is to turn around and go back. The new continent is illusory, but it hasn’t been long since we left that continent, and it’s still too late to go back; it’s just that we may face the encirclement and suppression of the human army. We don’t have the ability to fight them now. Maybe you can only hide and stay away." Zuherd said of the second option.

"The third option is to keep the original route unchanged-anyway, Gul'dan took few people, and it has nothing to do with us. It's just...Without Gul'dan, I don't know if I can open the The portal between Draenor, and, I don’t know if that continent really exists. Maybe there will be more powerful enemies on it..." Zuherd felt that none of these three options Great, but the orcs had no other way. He looked at Grom, waiting for the other party to make the final decision.

"Grumbling!" Just as Grom frowned and thought, the goblin captain rubbed his chest with an impression on his chest and climbed up from the deck, and said grinning towards Grom. Something.

Grom thought that this guy was provoking himself. He was about to kick this little thing into the sea, only to find that the goblin captain had carefully pulled out something from the skin on his waist. It was... ...A sheepskin roll?(To be continued.)

Chapter 439 Jili, Gulu

"What is this?" Grom asked, frowning.