Gruul's arm sank suddenly, and he tried to raise his hand as hard as he could, but it was as if he was locked in a set of invisible, heavy shackles, and he couldn't do it at all.

Illidan slowly pulled out the famous pair of green twin blades from behind him and struck them lightly in front of him.

"Bang-"

It was a crisp and sonorous sound.

The vivid green evil energy rippled like a ripple of water on the twin blades of Aesinos, and the twin blades of the artifact that had been snatched from the Void Lord and once again controlled by the owner of the evil power suddenly resonated with joy.

The sand that fell from the rustling top wall fell to the double edge, and immediately hit an invisible barrier, which refracted and rebounded.

The blinding evil light on the blade did not disappear for a moment, but became more and more violent. The dazzling green glow seemed to overwhelm all the light in the great temple.

As Illidan's fierce momentum swept away, everything around him seemed to tremble in the storm.

"Get out of the way!" Sal finally shouted.

Flash?

How to flash?

If it's a thief with quick movements, it's fine.

Even a burly orc warrior has a not-so-terrible chance of dodging.

But the dragon slayer Grull's mountain-like size doomed him to eat all attacks.

With the sound of the wind slicing, the illusion appeared, and it looked like countless crescents of crescents glowing with blazing green glow flew towards Gruul.

Grull yelled, he had just balanced his body and raised his right paw to slap it.

It was at this moment that the space seemed to have undergone a strange dislocation. In the final moments, Grull the Dragon Slayer jerked his head. As a result, a long green line appeared where his left shoulder joined his torso.

"No!" cried out Thrall in the distance.

Gruul was the peerless powerhouse he had spent a lot of money to bring into the tribe. Although this practice of relying on outsiders is a bit unreliable, in order to gain more say in the communication with the Alliance, the existence of a demigod-level powerhouse is a must. Even if Gruul is only a demigod, not a demigod in the true sense of the word.

Now, it is clear that Gruul is going to suffer a big loss.

Because behind Gruul's arm, the huge columns, the thick outer walls of the temple, the extension of the green line could be clearly seen.

It wasn't until a full second later that Gruul's huge left arm, which was the size of a train wagon, flew out.

The arm swirled in the air, about five or six laps, and finally crashed down to the battlefield below.

The splitting arm fell into the middle of a group of tribal soldiers like a landslide, and the half-flesh, half-rock arm crushed the dozens of soldiers at the bottom into meat sauce. The remaining arm was still rolling out, and suddenly crackling so that the entire tribal formation was bulldozed, and I don't know how many tribal warriors were knocked into broken bones and died on the spot.

The Tribal Overseers who were directing the battle below watched in amazement, their impression of Gruul's invincibility crumbling in a matter of seconds.

This is not the end.

As Illidan's Aeginos slashed Grull's arm with both blades, suddenly, a thudding sound came from both above and below the main hall.

As if something was crumbling, no, this is not a crumble anymore, this is simply a collapse.

In the fierce battle, everyone couldn't help but look back. The half of the temple hall closest to the outer wall suddenly separated left and right along the green line split by Illidan.

The side that was not connected to the foundation or the supporting columns, along with the unbalanced Gruul, rumbled down and fell to the flat ground near the temple gate in an instant, causing even more terrifying secondary damage.

Grull wasn't dead, and he told everyone that fact with a raging cry.

It is clear that in a short time, Grull will no longer be able to participate in the war.

At this moment, everyone finally had a relatively clear understanding of the strength of Illidan, the king of the outer lands.

There was not a single person present who was an opponent of Illidan!

For a moment, the air was dead.

Illidan's figure flickered at high speed, and just a few movements similar to the flashes of a mage had already arrived in front of Thrall.

He could clearly sense that Thrall, holding the Hammer of Destruction, was trembling slightly.

Illidan tilted his head and opened his mouth, which was also full of sharp fangs, and smiled a cruel smile at all glances: "Great Chief of the Orcs, Tsar, you are very good, I will give you a chance to lead the entire tribe to submit to me and become my slave." So that I may forgive you for the sins that have been caused to my fortress. ”

Thrall's eyes saw only Illidan's aggressive purple-blue face and menacing fangs.

At this moment, he no longer felt the loss of the Dragon Slayer Grull for a while, and now all he had in his heart was the fear of Illidan's overwhelming strength.

But Thrall was never a coward.

Otherwise, he would not be the leader of the tribe.

Taking a deep breath into his lungs, he used all his strength to roar out.

"Beast-man-never-no-for-slave-"

Classic, the reason why it is a classic.

It is because the will and belief contained in it cannot be reproduced.

Nine years ago, in the face of a powerful alliance, Thrall led the enslaved orcs to break free from their cages and break the shackles to gain their freedom.

Nine years later, in the face of the half-strong Illidan, Thrall still has no reason to betray the freedom of his compatriots.

Perhaps, with this hammer down, Sal himself may die.

But life and death were never the first things Sal thought about.

All he had to do was proclaim an answer – the answer to his desire for freedom!

The flame of the Hammer of Doom illuminated half of Illidan's face. The face full of evil aura still vaguely retained the outline of the handsome night elf from 10,000 years ago.

It's just that at this moment, Sal's behavior made Illidan feel humiliated.

Because Thrall has chosen a difficult path that is the same as his goal, but in the opposite way - direct resistance!

"Then you're going to die—" The twin blades of Aesinos swung in what appeared to be a green circle swirling around Illidan.

The circle came first, easily avoiding the heavy hammer and approaching Thrall's neck at a faster speed.

At this moment, a huge figure was forced into the middle of Thrall and Illidan.

"Ahh

In his eyes the size of a brass bell, in his vision, the incomparably familiar figure that he had once lost and regained, was split in half in front of him......

"Orgrim!? no—"

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