The Fate of the Gunman

"Ok."

Grom Hellscream didn’t say much, just silently clinging to the battle axe in his hand. In fact, in the previous battle, he found that the more he urged the boiling blood in his body, the more he could feel that he and In front of the contact with the Abyss Lord, he also realized that he had drunk the polluted spring water before and absolutely had a close relationship with the other party.

If it were in normal times, he might have been swallowed up by anger, but at this moment, he watched Thrall, who was holding the Doomhammer beside him, involuntarily took a deep breath.

If his guess is correct, the blood boiling in his body now has something to do with the other party, and the more he touches him, the more he can't control it. Although it's just a suspicion, it becomes out of control when he associates.

'If you can kill the opponent, then maybe the orcs will be able to completely get rid of the control of the devil.'

He did not tell Thrall this idea, but he had made up his mind.

Just as he said when he left, "He will not justify but use actions to wash away his shame." However, he knows that it is impossible to kill the terrifying demon in front of him with his current strength. Among them, the heavier the opponent is injured, the crazier the attack, and the strong recovery ability also provides the opponent with sufficient battery life.

They are an absolute disadvantage in the war of attrition.

'It must be able to cause lethal harm to the opponent at one time, can I do it?'

As soon as this thought appeared in his mind, he struck out.

'It is not whether it can be done, but it must be done!'

Since he started wandering around with his clan hunted by the Alliance more than ten years ago, he has been thinking about one thing, and that is whether it is correct to take the lead in drinking the blood of the evil energy.

He still hasn't got the answer to this seemingly simple question, or he has overturned his answer time and time again, but at least for now, he is glad that he drank the cursed spring water.

'At least for now, I have the power to change the future!'

Thrall, with the help of the elements, slammed Mannoroth's head with a lava burst. Although it didn't cause much damage, it completely angered this monster who was full of fighting.

Looking at the abyss leader who rushed towards him like a hill, it was false that he was not nervous in his heart, but he still held the warhammer and stared at the enemy in front of him, because he believed his adjutant!

Almost at the same time Mannoroth launched a charge, a terrifying roar rang out on the battlefield.

"Roar!!"

Seeing Grom Hellscream, whose body was covered with magic patterns, his fangs grew, and his eyes turned red, Mannoroth made a pleasant laugh.

"Haha!! Damn little bug! See it! This is the end of your group!! Become a slave to power! And I am the master of power!!"

In Mannoroth’s eyes, Grom Hellscream, who was completely contaminated by the blood of fel, should attack any creatures around him indiscriminately, but no one thought that he had already started to go mad, but he was holding the blood roar. Without hesitation, he charged towards Mannoroth.

At this time, his voice had completely turned into a weird roar, but when he leaped high, he still shouted the slogan he had yelled when he encountered Thrall attacking the asylum.

And it was this slogan that strengthened his idea of ​​staying to help Thrall.

"Orcs will never be slaves!!!"

Orcs are a wild race, they can be killed, but they will never accept slavery!As long as they are still alive, then they will resist!Whether it is a human or a demon!No one can enslave them!

When the axe blade collided with the double-headed war spear, the huge reaction directly shattered his tiger's mouth, but he still had no intention of letting go of his hands. Instead, he kept roaring and gathered his whole body power on his arms.

The blood of fel was violently boiling with his anger and fighting spirit. At this time, he had completely lost all the extra thoughts. There was only one thing in his mind----Kill the Abyss Lord!

Mannoroth never thought that the orc who seemed to him insignificantly small would suddenly burst out with such terrifying power, even if he had never flinched with the dragon, he discovered for the first time that he might lose to his opponent in power.

This kind of thinking completely consumed him with anger, not only because of the opponent's strength, but also because he was offended by his own thoughts.

The vanguard officer of the dignified Burning Legion, who has destroyed countless worlds, will he shrink?

"Slap~!!!"

The double-headed battle spear and battle axe intertwined, and the dazzling sparks made countless people look at each other, but the two staggered bodies did not care at all. Instead, they immediately turned around and brandished their weapons to charge again.

Neither of them had any plans to defend this time. It was obvious that they both planned to use this blow to thoroughly understand the battle.

The two-headed war spear was swung by Mannoroth before hitting the opponent, and a gust of wind was set off, which completely blew the hair of Grom Hellscream, but he was not afraid of it.

After the sharp axe blade and the gun blade fought with each other, he adopted a different tactic from before, and the whole person dodged sideways, but this was not to avoid the battle, but to attack!

He suddenly jumped up his axe blade along the gun body, and the unsuspecting Mannoroth's fingers were completely cut off by Gorehowl. The intense pain caused him to make a huge roar, but the roar quickly became He was extremely hoarse, because Gorehowl didn't stop after cutting off his finger but pointed straight up at his throat.

"Lok'Tar Ogar! (Don't win or die!)"

Accompanied by the roar of Grom Hellscream, the battle axe in his hand hit Mannoroth hard in the throat, and hot blood poured down on him, but he still didn't mean to let go. The sharp bloody roar did not Cut down the enemy's head and never stop!

Chapter 91 Lancer, are you crazy!

Hot blood poured into the lungs from the trachea severed by Gorehowl, which made Mannoroth's roar extremely weird, but he didn't notice it at all, because at this time his heart had been completely swallowed by anger.

As one of the three commanders of the Abyss Lord, Mannoroth was not afraid of battle and death, but he could never forgive himself for dying in the hands of a'cannon fodder' he had despised!

That's right, in the eyes of the high-ranking generals of the Burning Legion, the orcs are nothing more than cannon fodder they use to destroy Azeroth, even soldiers are not counted, but the reality will not change because of his anger.

Then he had a crazy idea-as long as no one sees it, it means nothing happened!

Why are the demons of the Burning Legion so crazy?In addition to their extremely exaggerated desire for destruction, the biggest reason is that they can be resurrected as long as the soul is still there after death. As for when to resurrect, it is a question of queuing, but the stronger the existence, the longer it takes to resurrect, so Some high-ranking generals of the Burning Legion might save their power when they die, which can help them resurrect as soon as possible.

But at this time Mannoroth didn't care about these at all. He no longer resisted the arrival of death, instead he concentrated all his energy on the wings behind him.

Obviously the enemy is on the verge of death, but the sudden surge of energy has changed the faces of all the casters and demons present. The demons who were still entangled with the orcs and the tauren ran away. At this time, ordinary orcs and tauren soldiers Realizing that something was wrong, they also gave up fighting with their opponents and tried their best to rush.

Thrall even raised the Doomhammer in his hand for the first time and then slammed it on the ground.

Thrall, who was blessed by the elemental spirit, did not even need words to make the elemental spirit available to him. With his spellcasting, all allies appeared on the body of a shield made of earth elements. Grom Hellscream, who attacked Mannoroth with a bloody roar, was also in the ranks, but Thrall knew that the role of this shield could only be regarded as psychological comfort...

In addition to Thrall, other spellcasters in the team also began to release defensive spells on the people around them, but before all the spells were released, Mannoroth's final madness also struck.

"Everyone! Give me death!!"

Accompanied by his crazy roar, the already exaggerated energy in the opponent directly increased in an extremely exaggerated way, and everyone realized that the final test was coming.

"Huh~hu~"

But at this moment, an afterimage appeared in the sky. This afterimage fell down at an extremely fast speed, but the target was not Mannoroth, but Grom Hellscream holding a bloody roar!

In fact, Medivh was keenly aware of the magic in the opponent's body once Mannoroth was hit.

"Is this guy crazy?!"

Because of being possessed by Sargeras, Medivh also knew some secrets of demons, such as the fact that they would "resurrect", so he could not understand Mannoroth's crazy behavior, but at this time Lancer But suddenly let go of his hands.

Because Lancer fell suddenly and even caused Medivh’s body to be unbalanced and shook in the air. Then he saw Lancer fall from the air towards Mannoroth, but it was different from his imagination that Lancer was not going to make up the knife. Yes, because it is not necessary at all.

'Blessing of the King'

In the process of whereabouts, Lancer did not forget to give himself a buff, and the blessing of the king is a full range of strengthening just suitable for the current situation.

Lancer, who stretched out his right arm, directly brought down Grom Hellscream that was originally hung on Mannoroth. The huge impact even made him almost vomit his internal organs, but he didn't wait for Grom Hellscream to question him. Lancer was seen slamming into the ground holding the spear in both hands.