Zuherd's face turned grim - as the chief of the Dragonroar Clan, he stood in front of Grom Hellroar, but he would taunt the warriors of the Dragonthroat Clan with impunity. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info But what can he do?--Zuhd felt a little sad again, in the face of Grom Hell's Roar, there were no rules and scruples, he only believed in one thing, and that was strength--without strength, even the elemental spirits and ancestral souls that all orcs respected were not worth a penny in front of Grom.

"I think it's still like this. Grom groaned, and Hodi stood up. His immensely muscular body, in the moonlight reflected from behind, stretched into a long shadow, following the direction of the forest bonfire to the feet of Necruz. The first warrior among the orcs effortlessly lifted the "Blood Roar" from the ground with one hand, turned around, and carried it on the shoulders of the huge friendless, looking at the few red rays hidden in the darkness of the shadows of the trees behind Necruz, and the looming bladed body, the corners of his mouth showed a happy and cruel smile, "Let me personally feel the power of the dragon, the most powerful creature in the world called Azeroth!"

"Are you sure?Grom?" Nycrus's expression was hidden under the black cloak, and from the two red dots of his eyes, it was impossible to tell how he was feeling right now - he had never been comfortable, after all, he was also a member of the Dragonthroat Clan.

"yes, can you control their movements? Necruz? Let them attack me. Grom carried the "Roar of Blood" and stamped mightily on the glade with his two thick thighs, and walked in front of Necrus in just a few steps.

Grom Hellroar, who was much larger than the thinner of the orcs and was much larger than the thinner of the Orcs, glanced condescendingly at the warlock from the Dragonmaw Clan, and then moved his left arm—on which the blue-black veins and dark brown scars of the Ben were tangled and twisted like earthworms, and Grom was proud of the scars, the most recent of which came from the fight with the dwarven warrior.

"Yes, Grom. "Necrus couldn't find a reason to refuse Grom's request, whether it was the former High Chief Blackhan the Destroyer, or the current High Chief Orgrim Doomhammer, or even the Orc's former spiritual leader Neozu, no orc was not afraid of Grom Hellroar's martial bravery, and no orc dared to refuse Grom Hellroar's request - it is said that Grom's father, the former chief of the Warsong Clan, Hellroar, was killed by Grom's own hands, and the cause was only a small disagreement.

With a nod from Necrus, he bent over and stepped aside, and a huge humanoid monster more than twice as tall as the orcs slowly stepped out of the shadows behind Necruz.

"Hiss~~" The monster let out a low roar, and a short piece of long tongue with a forked tip quickly poked out of the python-like mouth with three cracks, bringing out a large puddle of pale yellow saliva, sticking and dripping to the ground, and then quickly retracted.

Is this the drake?--Grom Hell squinted his eyes, silently evaluating his opponent in his heart--In terms of size, the opponent is far superior to the orcs, but the ogre and Goron are also empty, but Grom is not afraid, in the duel of warriors, being big does not mean absolute suppression, otherwise he will practice his fighting skills hard?

But Grom had to admit that his opponent's body was close to perfect for a warrior - thick and not bulky limbs, sharp claws were a powerful means of attack in itself, and the drake also held a saw-shaped blade more than four meters long in its hand - although this monster only had three fingers on each hand, it was clear that they were capable of using weapons.

The drakes don't wear any armor or even clothing, but that doesn't mean they're defenseless - tiny scales cover their entire body, including the eyelids and neck, which have always been vulnerable, and the joints, shins, and crotch are covered with large bony armor for added protection.

Grom was looking at his opponent, and his opponent spotted him—the top of the dragon's crocodile-like bulging head, two eyes glowing red suddenly looked at Grom, and a low roar came out of his mouth again, and the evil and desire to kill in his slit-thin and slender eyes gave Grom Hellroar a familiar feeling. In the Nagrand steppes, after countless bloody battles, when washing his body red with the blood of the enemy and himself in the clear stream, his gaze reflected in the mirror-like lake is also brutal and bloodthirsty.

"Come on, what are you waiting for!" Grom let out a wild roar, and he roared loudly at the drake beast that was staring at him, while the muscles in his body tensed slightly, ready for battle—maybe this time, he could enjoy it happily!

"Boom!" the attack came so suddenly that both Red and Maim, who were sleeping with their backs against the trunk of the tree, were woken up from their sleep by a loud noise, and they screamed in horror. However, the sons of the two former orc chieftains soon saw the scene that made them jaw-dropping, and immediately fell silent.

The huge saw blade in the dragon beast's hand smashed hard before Grom's roar was over, Grom's right arm was still carrying the "blood roar", and his left hand was held up sharply, accurately holding the front end of the long handle of the saw blade, his knees slightly bent, and his whole body was firmly planted on the ground like a javelin, dragging the attack from the dragon beast.

"Roar~" The dragon beast let out a muffled roar from its mouth, and grabbed the right arm of the saw blade and pressed down hard, trying to crush Grom with his strength. However, despite its condescending superiority and absolute suppressive size, the drake was able to tie with Grom in terms of strength - still with his right arm against his left arm.

Hum...... Sure enough, it was just a monster with brute strength, and it was really not his opponent - Grom was a little disappointed in his heart - if it was the dwarven warrior, he would definitely not only know how to compete with himself in this way, but would use the weapon in his other hand to take the opportunity to attack his right rib, and then he could use the "blood roar" on his right hand to resist this attack, and then the dwarven warrior would ...... Grom was planning his next duel with the dwarven warrior, and he couldn't help but sigh a little - he really wanted to fight an opponent of the same level! This drake beast was a little too weak...... Finish?

"Huh?" Grom's pupils dilated, and he let out a low cry of surprise, and at this moment, Grom realized that he had underestimated his opponent a little, but it was too late - with a muffled "pass", Grom flew diagonally to his right, slamming into a red willow, shattering the trunk of the tree and hiding his body in the flying sawdust.