The Great Demon, this is the honorific name given to all the demons of the Burning Legion for the toughest of them all.

Although many demons like to terrorize mortals, claiming to be extremely powerful demons, there are only a few true great demons in the Burning Legion's 10,000-year campaign.

The most famous archdemons are none other than Akmund the Polluter and Kilgardan the Fraudster, the twin rulers of Eredar who command the entire Burning Legion for the Dark Titan with their brute strength and cunning, but it should be noted that the power of Akmund and Kilgardan is not innate, they were given the purest and most massive evil powers by Sargeras, so they were converted into races and became real archdemons.

And the origin, born in the pure demon of the twisted void, it is very difficult to reach the level of the great demon on its own, and talent and opportunity are indispensable.

Maronos the Destroyer is such a lucky guy, before it appeared, the commander of the Abyss Lord was not it, for this race that advocates brute force and rage, only after experiencing countless battles can it be recognized by all the clansmen, Maronos became the true King of the Abyss Lord by defeating the previous Abyss King Argona, it is a real Great Demon.

In terms of brute force alone, even Akmund the Polluter is no match for it, it is the strongest of the pure power of the Burning Legion, and Manolos has served the Legion for countless years, it has experienced wars beyond the imagination of mortals, and its combat experience is outrageous.

The Abyssal Lords prefer straight battles to tricky Dreadlords, which occasionally makes them easy to fall into traps, but on the other hand, being alive and alive after so many traps is a testament to Manolos' strength.

Its brute strength was enough to confront the wilderness demigod Agamagan, known for his brute strength, 10,000 years ago... It even killed Agamagan with his own hands, disposing of one of the most powerful demigods head-on.

It is almost impossible to fight such a great demon as a mortal, although observers know that in another timeline, the great demon Mronus died by an orc jump, but it was more of a coincidence... The orc was just desperately fighting, and under the desperate restraint of his companions, he was extremely lucky enough to cut Manolos's old wound, causing the injury to deteriorate extremely...

That death was more like a death by fate than at the hands of a mortal.

But now, in this timeline, what will be the fate that Manolos will face?

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"You're a loser!"

The roar of the Abyss Lord was like thunder, and it smashed the halberd in its hand with a brutal attitude, and the moment it fell to the ground, the center of the circle was where Manolos stood, and the surging force rushed into the earth, shattering the earth, like some kind of hideous creature rolling underground, rolling in all directions in an earthquake pattern.

This blow caused a small earthquake, and this was just a casual blow from Malones.

In the midst of the earthquake, the gray-faced old wolf cavalry Fenris kept tumbling, dodging the evil fire that rushed out from beneath the ground, while the Broken Hand Chief Kargas, the former champion of the gladiatorial battles in the Hangmath Castle and the most feared of the orcs, clung to the shaking bone plate behind Manolos to keep himself from falling off the charge of the beast.

Kilrog, the chief of the Blood Ring Clan. Deadeye, the brute force and wild chieftain with both hands holding a sturdy hunting stick, attempted to attack Manolos from the front.

Deatheye roared and burst from the ground, weapon in both hands, and slammed into the moving hill of evil energy in front of him, the top of the specially made hunting stick topped with the sharpened blades of Golon's fangs, enough to break through the steel head-on, and the warrior's fury entangled around the hunting stick, making it even more powerful.

"Wow"

Manolos, who had been annoyed by the Assassin Kargas behind him, seemed to sense the threat, and the degraded and flightless wings behind it bulged violently at this moment, like a shield, and stood on top of his head, and the next moment, the heavy hunting stick in Dead Eye's hand smashed the overlapping wings.

Kilrog felt as if his weapon had smashed against a piece of steel, and the terrifying shock force caused the orc chieftain's hands to crack, and before his eyes, the saboteur's wings were torn open by brute force, revealing the hard bones inside, but the powerful blow did not hurt the body of the abyss lord except for taking a step back from Manolos.

"Get out!"

The saboteur's claws whistled and slapped against Kilrog's body in mid-air, and in an instant, the brave orc chief spat blood and flew upside down, feeling like a mountain had fallen on his body.

Kilrog's strength was already considered a strong level among the orc chieftains, but in the face of the furious Manolos, he couldn't even break the defense.

"Tear up"

With the brief stiffness that Kilrog threw at Maloneos's body, Kargas behind the Abyss Lord. Bladefist also raised its signature weapon, the hideous blade fixed to the severed arm, the surface of the blade glowed with green points of light, indicating that it was a quenched blade, the assassins of the Shattered Hand Clan were famous for their use of poison throughout Azeroth, and the toxins they blended were so violent that even the immune systems of large creatures could not fight it.

Kargas let out a roar, and the sharp blade tore through the Abyss Lord's sturdy skin, stabbing into Manolos' flesh in a zigan-sinking stance, a corrosive green blood splattering out of the wound, and in just a few seconds, the saboteur felt the wound on his back become paralyzed, and the paralyzing toxin was flowing to every corner of his body at an extremely fast speed.

"Roar! Mouse! ”

The Abyss Lord's halberd swept and smashed into his back at this moment, but was nimblely dodged by Kargas, this sneaky assassin's attack made the saboteur more and more angry, and its other claw also grabbed behind him at this moment, but at the moment when the claw was raised, the whistling war spear pierced into the claw, and the barb of the steel war spear was stuck on the skeleton of the Abyss Lord, and in the other part of the war spear, between the clicking of the chains, the gray-faced Chief Fenris had muscles all over his body, clutching the chains, like a tug-of-warto hold the Abyss Lord's claws in the air.

"Tear up, tear up"

Kargas's fist blade continued to tear open wounds on the Abyss Lord's wide mountain, and he didn't even have time to apply toxins, so he simply poured the entire bottle of venom hanging from his waist into the Abyss Lord's wounds, just like they once hunted Goron, using various toxins to continuously weaken the power of the Great Demon, and finally give it a fatal blow.

"Kargas! Fast! ”

Fenris's roar made the assassination of the Broken Hand Chief faster, but in the face of the terrifying brute force of the Abyss Lord, Rao is Fenris's face turned red, and the ground under his feet was still ploughed out of the ravines by his feet, obviously, in this contest of power, he was not an opponent, but even so, he still clung to the chains in his hands, and did his best to contain Manolos's actions.

"We're here to help you, old man!"

The familiar shout sounded behind Fenris, and the next moment, a new force began to pull the chain, giving the red-faced Fenrish a chance to breathe, and behind him, the young orc Dranosh grabbed the chain, resisted it on his shoulder, and pulled it back frantically, and Garrosh, who was born in the Warsong Clan, had a natural talent for hunting large creatures, he put the battle axe in his hand on the chain, and after a few spins, threw it at Malonos, fastening the axe and chain to the other wrist of the saboteur.

The two chains were tense and straight at this moment, and several powerful warriors cooperated with each other, and they actually restrained Malones's counterattack, and Thrall held the heavy hammer of destruction, he quickly ran towards the monster spewing evil energy in front of him, the beating blue thunder and red flames were wrapped around the body of this young genius shaman, rolling, Thrall tried his best to call out the elemental power, just a few seconds, the summoned elemental power shone Thrall's eyes like thunder rolling.

"Take a blow from me!"

The young orc jumped up from the ground, he held the Great Chief's Hammer of Destruction in both hands, and smashed the warhammer into the head of the Abyss Lord who was restrained by his companions in a jumping and slashing motion, but at the moment when the thunderous warhammer was about to smash Malonos's head, the seemingly trapped Abyss Lord suddenly raised his head, and a sly smile appeared on his ugly and terrifying face.

"Come closer... Closer..."

"Not good!"

This thought had just flashed through Thrall's mind, and in the next second, everything in front of him was completely drowned out by the sudden explosion of evil fire.

"Boom"

"No!"

General Santis, who was watching the battle while directing the night through the counterattack, widened her eyes, and in her vision, she could see endless energy flames gushing out from every corner of the Abyss Lord's body imprisoned by the orcs, and the scene was like a dormant volcano suddenly awakening, and the fierce fire light even illuminated the night at this moment.

Thrall who jumped up to fight back, Kargas who backstabbed the Abyss Lord in the back, Fenris, Dranosh and Garrosh who trapped the Abyss Lord with chains, Kilrog who had just crawled out of the hollow in the ground, and Wojin who was preparing a voodoo circle, these brave people were completely drowned by the storm of evil energy that erupted from the body of the Abyss Lord at this moment, and were completely drowned by the fire that penetrated the sky.

The scorching fire of evil energy burned for a full 1 minute before slowly extinguishing, this was a counter-ambush by the Great Demon, obviously, this was not the first time it had used this kind of weak tactic, but the effect was as good as ever.

"Bang"

Manolos' huge body took a step forward, and the completely burned cracked earth beneath its feet had lost all vitality, as if it had been thrown into magma and fished out, and every crack in the entire earth erupted with dark green light.

The land is polluted...

The saboteur was on a halberd, its inverted triangular head condescendingly looked at the severely burned young orc at his feet, at this time Thrall had lost the ability to fight back, in fact, if it wasn't for the elemental power to protect him at the last moment, I'm afraid that the young Thrall would have been completely burned to death by pure evil fire, after all, this is the tactic of the great demon pressing the bottom of the box, and the wave of evil energy just now exploded, which is enough to destroy the body of any mortal.

For example, Kargas, who was lying on the cracked and dry earth, the fist blade on the arm of the Broken Hand Chief had been melted into a twisted shape, and the fire of his life was even weaker to the extreme, like a broken candle in the wind, and several others were not much better, Kilrog was lying on the dry earth, and the chief tried to regain his grip on his hunting stick, but he was so badly injured that he didn't even have the strength to raise his fingers.

In front of Garrosh and Dranosh, Chief Fenris stayed there with open arms, in the outbreak of evil energy just now, the old chief used his body to protect Garrosh and Dranosh and Woking behind him, the three young men were only partially burned, but the price was... Fenris became the first victim of the war.

"Bang"

Manolos moved its wings behind its back, the toxins of its broken hands were still destroying its body, but the Abyssal Lord's vitality was strong, and those toxins were just insignificant things, and it raised its heavy front hooves and stepped on the struggling Thrall, it moved its heavy hooves, and looked at the painful rat at its feet, and it asked:

"Now... Orcs, did you choose to kneel down again? Or choose... A painful death? ”

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"It's a pity..."

The High Lord seemed to lose interest in watching the terrible battle in front of him, and on the top floor of the fortress of the Dead Realm, he rose from his chaise longue, and in the faint wind of the Spirit Realm, Tyrion narrowed his eyes:

"I thought these orcs could work a miracle in front of me... But they didn't, it's a pity. ”

"It's not their fault."

The tall figure who had been standing beside the Great Lord, watching the battle of Mount Hyjal with the Great Lord, said in a hoarse voice:

"They've done enough and no one can ask them to do better... Neither can you! ”

"These young people, they are brave, they are fearless, they dare to challenge their opponents, they dare to face death... What they need is just the sharpening of time, and to buy enough time for them to grow up is the responsibility and mission of those of us who should have died a long time ago. ”

The figure lifted a cold, hideous battle axe from his feet, held it on his shoulder, and then said to the High Lord:

"I'm going to fulfill my mission... Regarding your invitation, I agreed! After I return from there, I will fight for you. ”

"Well, that's good."

The High Lord turned around and threw him a black crystal, like a polite gentleman, and with his hands behind his back, he whispered:

"Crush it, Grom, it's a small gift..."

"And then, in the name of death... Fight, slaughter, conquer! ”