Grom calmly used his great force to slowly push Thrall away. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Lying on the clear water of the moon well, Grom came to stand in front of Duke, gritted his teeth, and finally spoke: "Although I fell into madness, I remember everything clearly. You could have done it to me, but you chose the most upright way. I don't want to admit it and I have to admit it, I owe you a favor. ”

Duke leisurely crossed Erlang's legs, let out a chuckle, and then replied: "Favors? Very good! In the next battle of Hyjal, I need a strong avant-garde cannon fodder, you will live for me until that time, as long as Akmund is dead, I don't care if you live or die, your favor will be paid off!"

"Good!" Grom's swollen muscles seemed to begin to subside and retract, but everyone knew that Grom's hellish roar made a vow to be a man!

Thrall was shocked at first, and then he also walked over, and led Wojin and other high-ranking tribesmen to bow to Duke in unison.

"Duke Marcus, regardless of the feuds between the Union and the Horde, at least this time, we thank you. Outside the battlefield, you are a true gentleman!"

In the system prompt, Duke's wide-eyed kryptonite dog saw that his reputation in Orgrimmar had actually changed to [Respect].

Nima, I, a human being, actually mixed up with the respect and prestige of the main city of the tribe, can there be anything more unscientific?

Duke was also a little embarrassed, coughed lightly, and turned to business: "Quickly clean up that Manolos guy, let's meet with the representatives of the Night Elves and discuss how to deal with Akmund." ”

With that, Duke turned and walked away.

Over there, Grom yelled at his famous lung capacity, "You fools, are you crazy enough? Come and drink the water from the Moon Well." The tribe needs you to have a clear mind!"

The Warsong Orcs, who had just been shocked by the magic array and regained a lot of sanity but had not yet fully awakened, were greeted by their chieftain's shouts, one by one, as well-behaved as grandsons, running around to drink Grom's bath water, oh, to be precise, it should be the moon well water after someone fell.

Of course, the orcs, who have never paid much attention to hygiene, don't care about these details, and just drink them. Accustomed to a savage life, every orc's stomach is an incinerator.

After the toss, Duke and the powerful men of the tribe reunited.

Thrall spoke: "I have obtained the guidance of the Prophet, and according to the curse that remains in Grom's body, we can trace our roots and find the Abyss Lord Manolos. As long as we can kill him, the bloodthirsty curse that has plagued the orcs for so long can be lifted!"

When it comes to this brutal and insane bloodthirsty curse, almost every older orc has a change of color on their faces.

The new generation of orcs may not be able to understand it, but only the first orcs who drank the blood of demons back then understand how terrible the destructive impulse to kill every midnight dream is.

Destruction!

Slaughter!

Blood!

Like a thirsty traveler in the desert, thirsting for water, everything is so crazy and so natural.

When Grom was half-asleep, he thought that the ancient tree in front of him was Duke, and with his fists and claws, he smashed the tree to pieces, tearing out the roots one by one, and gnawing it off with his own fangs.

Well, in the illusion, he gnawed Duke's neck.

However, when Duke stood in front of him in front of him, knowing that he shouldn't do anything to Duke now, and that this human man with a faint confident smile was kind to him, Childe Grom was so entangled in his heart.

Still, the job still needs to be done.

What's more, this is to break the fate of the orcs being remotely controlled by the Burning Legion demons.

After this incident, and looking at his compatriots who had easily descended into madness under the influence of demonic blood, it became clear to Thrall that the source of this curse must be cut off. At this moment, Thrall, who was still in the whirlpool of fate, did not know that he was destined to lose the first strongest man of the tribe of Grom Hellroar......

"Let's go!" Duke stood up, letting his blue and white cloak flutter in the wind.

In the end, the agreed result is very different from the original history.

Worried about the impact of the curse on the previous generation of orcs, not only did the ordinary tribal soldiers not take it with them, but in addition to Grom, Varok and Brooks also stayed at the junction of the Barren Lands and the Grey Valley.

As a result, the final members of the Abyss Lord's raiding party were: Thrall, Grom, Duke, and Woking.

Gently holding the bloodborne curse sensing device sent by Medivan, everything was different in Grom's vision, the world turned black and white, and then a wisp of blood-colored mist that should have been unrecognizable to the naked eye, like a satin light veil floating in the air, floated from a distant place and finally reached his chest.

"Follow me!" Grom strode towards the land of destiny with the [Blood Roar] on his shoulder.

No matter what a terrible demon lord was waiting for him ahead, he knew that he had to go.

That's the obligation of his Grimm Hell Roar!

It's also his fate!

It was very surprising that the place where Manolos was located was not too far from the entrance of the Ash Valley, but it was very secretive. Without Grom leading the way, perhaps the native Night Elves may not know that there is such a small valley between the mountain streams that is completely unaffected by the outside world.

Less than 500 meters into the valley, the style of painting in the whole place has changed.

It's no longer the lush, bird-singing of the Gray Valley.

Rather, it was full of disgrace.

The entire sky dome also suddenly entered the dim midnight from the sunny morning.

It is clear that the abyssal lord's evil magic is affecting the space around him.

The eyes were full of lava, and among the gray-black volcanic ash were countless streams of lava that were bright and dark from top to bottom.

The heat was high, the heat was high, the nasal cavities were filled with the smell of sulfur similar to that of the burning plains, and the feet were full of volcanic ash that creaked when you stepped on it.

The fire elemental, mixed with a large amount of evil magic, rolled irregularly in mid-air, and the turbid aura was disgusting.

Not to mention Thrall and Grom, who are not too perceptive, even the jungle troll hero Wojin, who has extremely keen perception, and Duke, who has the help of system elves and constantly scans in all directions, cannot sense the existence of Manolos.

Suddenly, there was light in this blazing world!

It was as if it was a terrifying sword light that could split the entire world with one blow.

A double-headed greatsword over fifteen meters long burst out of the ash beneath his feet, easily attacking Woking and Duke at the back of the team.

One face, Woking is seriously injured!