"Phew!" Grom Hell Roar got up from the wreckage of the red willows he had knocked down, picked up the blood roar that had fallen to the side, shook his head slightly, made a "click" sound from his neck, and spat on the ground - damn it, careless. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

But...... The drake wasn't that simple!—Grom narrowed his eyes as he looked at the drake that had knocked him flying a dozen paces—and behind the drake was a stout, scaly-armored crocodile-like tail that swayed rhythmically from side to side.

"I see, dragons have tails!" Grom smiled bitterly, understanding the reason for his plot - even against the dwarven warrior, he would not suffer such a big loss, and after suppressing the attack of the opponent's main hand with his left arm, the opponent in human form should only attack him with his left hand, which is also the reason why he has not used the "blood roar" to hold with his right hand - he needs to protect his right rib.

But this drake is different, it has a tail that swings freely behind it - Grom, who has been in the Nagrand steppe and has experienced in field warfare, knows very well that for most beasts, the tail is an indispensable and important weapon; what is even more unguardable is that the tail can be turned, but the arm can't-just now, the drake beast did not attack the flaw in his right rib that he deliberately exposed, but directly used his whip-like tail to slam at his left rib.

Although he had insight into the other party's purpose in advance, the movement of that tail was too agile, and his left hand was pinned down by the opponent's saw blade, resulting in the left rib being completely undefended, and in this case, it was not surprising that he was whipped out by the opponent with a whip tail.

Looks like he's going to get serious—Grom thought to himself, regaining his sharpness, his legs slamming into his hands and rushing towards the drake on the other side.

This time, Grom took the initiative to attack, and did not skimp on using his own weapon "Bloodroar". The drake struggled to fend off the endless onslaught of Grom's attacks with its blade, claws, and tail, and never fell behind.

Although it didn't seem to have the ability to speak, the drake just kept growling in a low voice, and the long snake-like tongue in its mouth kept swallowing, but this drake beast was able to dance the saw blade in his hand with a tiger's mighty wind, and the perfect coordination of hiding behind him, waiting for an opportunity to whip Grom's vital tail, also caused several threats to Grom.

However, the drake, which has a natural advantage in height and strength, did not have an advantage in the first place, so it was destined to have no way to defeat Grom, rich combat experience and bloodthirsty nature, so that Grom became more and more courageous, and finally hit the drake beast in the abdomen with a fierce punch, knocking it back a few steps, and then let out a wail, and fell to the ground heavily.

"Roar!" Seeing that his companion was injured, the other drake behind Necrus also let out a roar of its own. However, Necrus jerked out his hand that was hidden under the black robe, stopping the drake from attacking Grom, "Grom, are you satisfied?" - Necrus asked in a deep voice.

"Very well, this drake beast's combat power far exceeds that of most orc warriors. It is definitely worth it to transform our companions into such drakes. When the battle here is over, I'll make a suggestion to Orgrim. Grom easily spun the battle axe in his right hand around in the air, and he could see that he was in a good mood, "Also, I didn't hurt him, it was just a bleeding from his internal organs - if this guy had internal organs like us." ”

Grom was in a good mood, and he even made jokes, but what Nexus noticed was a change in Grom's title—he? This title surprised Neocruz, and then he realized that Grom's use of this title was a recognition of the strength of the drake beast - as long as Grom thought it was powerful, even if it was a stake, he would pay him the corresponding respect.

Red and Maim were already scared stupid - as juniors, although they were not much different in age from Grom, they were not like Grom, who killed his biological father and forcibly seized the position of chief of the Warsong clan, they could attend the meeting of the decision-making level of the orc tribe, and what they preferred to do was to bully the weak in the orc tribe under the protection of their father's guards in the clan.

This also means that although they have heard of Grom's murderous name, they have not seen Grom's move. Knowing today, they knew that the title of the number one warrior among the orcs was absolutely well deserved—at least, if they were themselves, it was hard to say whether they could muster the courage to fight such a tall and strong opponent.

......Seeing that Grom had finally quieted down, Zuhd rushed to Nexus Skullcrusher and anxiously asked the question he had been holding back for a long time, "How did you get here?"

Zuhled couldn't say it - he wanted to ask this question when Necrus first arrived, but Grom Hell Roar was interested in seeing the two drakes that had arrived with Necruz, and he had to ask the truth, which also caused Zuherd's question to be postponed indefinitely for a long time.

In all fairness, Zuhd naturally felt that his problem was countless times more important than that of Grom Hellroar, but he did not dare to disturb Grom's interest, so he had to endure it for the time being, and now that he finally had the chance, Zuhd was almost roaring and talking to Necruz - because Grimbaatar was too important to the orcs, or to the Dragonthroat Clan!

Zuhd remembers the day when the horde's army swept away all the enemies in the southern subcontinent and was in high spirits, besieging the dwarven capital, Ironforge, when Grand Chief Orgrim Doomhammer suddenly called a council of chiefs.

At that meeting, Orgrim had an additional human by his side—yes, a human—who was also Orgrim's ally to the Horde.

The human who had been watched by countless orcs was not the least afraid, and Zuhd kept a smile on his face that made Zuhd look uncomfortable—the kind of smile that often wears his own mocking smile when he sees a dying insect ant—and the human introduced himself as follows: "Invaders of another world, you can call me Deathwing. Recently, I wanted to complete an interesting experiment, but I needed some labor to help me get started. I think you're a good fit, so for now, I need some of you, preferably able to use spells - let's go catch a dragon together!"

Zuhd was disdainful of the self-proclaimed "Deathwing" human, and in his eyes, traitors to the human race could not be decisive in the war except for providing some information to the orcs. And...... Is there really a dragon in this world? If so, why is it that the orc army has conquered half the world, but still doesn't see the dragon? And it's just a weak human...... If he really has what it takes to catch a dragon, why would he turn to the orcs and betray his people?