The Fate of the Gunman

"Mocobottom"

There is no unnecessary nonsense. With the magic power gushing out like a bank burst, the countless ice around Lancer and Grom Hellscream wraps them like lotus flowers, but this is not the end.

"Holy Shield Technique!"

The dazzling blue holy light completely illuminated the world in the ice, but then a huge explosion and a strong shock wave swept across.

Suddenly, Medivh didn't even react to what Lancer was doing. The only thing he knew was that Lancer had fallen in the air when he reacted. At this time, he had no time to go to the rescue.

If it were in the heyday, he would definitely go down with Lancer, but at this time he was in a state of weakness because of being resurrected, if he rushed past, it would be a gift.

Later, when he saw the layers of ice that wrapped Lancer and Grom Hellscream, he also realized that Lancer was not going to die but to save people, but he hadn't waited for him to figure out the cause and effect of Mannoroth. His body could no longer control the terrifying power in his body, and a huge explosion followed.

The terrifying explosion set off a huge mushroom cloud, and the shock wave completely destroyed the surrounding forest, and the center of the explosion completely changed the surrounding landscape, and a small canyon appeared in front of everyone.

With Mannoroth's self-destruction, the evil energy completely polluted the land, but Medivh couldn't take care of that much.

Stirring the wings to fan away all the obtrusive dust. When he saw the faint light blue holy light below, he was involuntarily relieved, but when he really fell, he found that he still underestimated the power of the abyss lord's self-destruction.

Lancer looked a little embarrassed at this time, the original gorgeous blue leather armor was completely gray at this time, and the position of the arm was completely destroyed. The arms that had been hard to recover because of the treatment were now covered with Got scars.

However, Grom Hellscream, who was lying behind Lancer, looked worse than Lancer. The plate armor he was wearing had been destroyed a lot in the previous battle. At this time, it was completely scrapped. I don't have the ability to move like Lancer, and I'm afraid that the whole person would be indistinguishable from the dead if he was not breathing.

But Medivh couldn't help but speak after he was relieved.

"Lance, are you crazy!"

Obviously, from Medivh's point of view, he really couldn't figure out why Lancer had to save the orc.

But before Lancer could answer, he saw an orc with a warhammer rushing in.

Thrall looked more panicked than Medivh at this time. After all, Medivh knew that Lancer was not going to die at least, but Thrall didn’t know if Grom Hellscream would survive. It was worth he couldn’t be sure of Blue. Did Se appear here to kill Grom Hellscream himself?

But when he saw Grom Hellscream who was still alive, he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief. After all, the other party was still alive...

Chapter 92 It's too early to die now!

Opening his eyes wearily, Grom Hellscream couldn't help smiling at the familiar voodoo decoration above his head.

"Am I returning to the embrace of the ancestral spirit?"

Obviously Grom Hellscream knew that he couldn't survive the last explosion, but at this moment a somewhat familiar voice rang in his ears.

"It's too early to return to the embrace of the ancestral spirit, Grom."

The familiar voice widened his eyes and then suddenly sat up.

"Guyle?! You..."

"I'm still alive, Grom, you are naturally alive too. Drink some medicine first. I will explain the specific situation for you."

Thrall sitting by the bed watched Grom Hellscream frowning and he was involuntarily relieved after drinking the herbal soup. In fact, he calmed down and thought about it after returning to the camp with Grom Hellscream. He thought that the opponent had performed abnormally several times in the previous battle when he didn't notice it, and he even suspected that the opponent had planned to fight for his life when he left the camp.

Now the other party's willingness to drink the medicine at least proves that he is no longer asking for death.

"Guyle, what happened, I remember I cut the demon in the neck, and then...I have no impression."

Grom Hellscream's memory still lingered when he chopped off the neck of the abyss lord, and then he felt that he had received a huge impact and lost consciousness.

"In that case, let me tell you what happened afterwards. In fact, it was the strange human who came with the prophet and saved you."

When Grom Hellscream heard Thrall's words, Lancer could not help but appeared in his mind.

In the past ten years of wandering life, he has been thinking about the reasons for the failure of the war. The biggest reason besides Gul'dan is the human commander who has been against them, and Lancer also belongs to The human being in the front ranks, after all, when the black hand was still alive, the opponent was at least able to control the chariot of the'horde' all the way, but as he was killed by Lancer in'Mak'gora', the whole tribe The aura was suffocating, and Gul'dan directly raised the banner to betray the orcs for his own benefit.

He wondered more than once if the black hand did not die in that'Mak'gora', would the fate of the orcs change?

It can be said that at least in his unilateral view, the other party and the orcs have insoluble enemies, let alone the friction between the two before they met, the other party will save him?

Seeing Grom Hellscream's doubts, Thrall also shook his head.

"Actually I was puzzled, but when he and the prophet left, he left a word."

"What is it?"

"It's too early for you to die."

This sentence on the contrary makes Grom Hellscream even more puzzled. After all, from the standpoint of both sides, the other party should wait for him to die sooner, the better?

Maybe it's because Grom Hellscream didn't notice Thrall's abnormality just after waking up. At this time, the opponent's breathing was obviously much faster than usual.

"Because the Burning Legion is here, according to the description of the prophet, Quel'Thalas, established by the high elves on the continent of Lordaeron, has been invaded by the undead, and the black hand behind it is the Burning Legion, and Quel'Thalas' capital, Silver Moon After the city was occupied by the undead and demons, the leader of the undead was summoning one of the commanders of the Burning Legion - Archimonde."

The camp became silent, and Grom Hellscream clenched his fists unconsciously.

"Those damn demons, even if they get here, they don't plan to let us go!"

Grom Hellscream naturally knew that the Burning Legion was not aimed at them, but once the opponent arrived, the world would surely turn into a scorched earth. There was no difference in the result.

Thrall did not experience the first and second Black Gate Wars, and his understanding of the Burning Legion was basically from the older generation of orcs, especially the description of his hometown that impressed him.

Seeing Grom Hellscream who was still lying on the bed, Thrall hesitated before speaking.

"Actually, the reason why'Prophet' came this time was because of the night elves. Originally, the other party planned to introduce us to contact the night elves, but..."

Thrall didn't say anything more here, and Grom Hellscream turned blue. After all, Cenarius had already been killed by him. If it weren't for this incident, I'm afraid the orcs could take this opportunity to integrate into Azer. Russ?

But at this moment, a hand was placed on his shoulder.

"Grom, you don’t have to blame yourself. We can’t see through the future. You just chose the most suitable choice at the time, but this time it’s not entirely without chance. If it can be reflected in the battle with Archimonde Our value, then we still have a chance to be accepted by other races in Azeroth, as for the night elves... it's just one of the many creatures in this world."

Grom Hellscream was noncommittal about what Thrall said. He just lowered his head in silence. Obviously he knew that the other party was comforting him. Now everything is a foregone conclusion. The only thing he can do is to change everything as best he can. Up.

Perhaps he noticed that the atmosphere in the tent was too solemn, but Thrall patted him on the shoulder.

"By the way, Grom, I don’t know why I felt relieved when the abyss lord was killed. Everyone in the tribe felt the same. Could it be that the abyss lord caused everyone to lose their minds before? The culprit?"

Grom Hellscream felt pain all over his body just after waking up, and naturally he didn't have the time to pay attention to his body. Now he heard Thrall's words and he couldn't help but start to check his body.

'Sure enough, did I guess wrong?'

Seeing Grom Hellscream smile for the first time after waking up, Thrall also held his shoulder.

"Everyone in the tribe is celebrating the defeat of the devil this time. As the greatest hero, you can't be without you!"

"Guyle..."

Grom Hellscream wanted to say something, but Thrall rarely showed his strong side, and he carried the opponent's arm on his shoulder.