Originally, I wanted to say that the Red Dragon Queen was also a fool, but Arthas endured it several times, and finally suppressed the anger in his heart, and whispered a lesson and looked at him blankly, not understanding why she called her "stupid girl", Wen Leisa, said: "Are you crazy? Her scales are so hard, and they are only broken a little when they are chopped by an axe and are cured in an instant, even if you go up and rub it, can she feel it? You just use a hammer to knock it, she may not feel it, and she still rubs it!"

"Oh...... But Her Excellency the Queen, she is in a lot of pain!" Wen Leisa felt that what Arthas said made sense, but she couldn't just leave Her Excellency the Queen alone, right? And, most importantly, it was not to rub the blood, but in the process, she would feel the intimacy between Sister Aurelia and herself, and that warm feeling was the real healing!

Arthas listened to Winlessa's words and shook his head helplessly—this girl was incorrigibly stupid, and ...... The little prince didn't want to entangle with Winlesa any longer, but set his eyes ahead - that orc is not dead yet!

"Grom!" Zuhd ran wildly, but could not keep up with Grom's pace, and was left far behind, and when he arrived, he could only see Grom kneeling on the ground, his arms trembling to support his body, his head hanging down, not knowing what he was doing. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Grom, are you alright!" Zuhd ran to Grom's side, and behind him, a large number of Warsong Clan soldiers and Redmaim and others also arrived one after another, and of course, the two drake beasts - it seemed that the recovery ability of this monster was amazing, and it didn't take long for the drake beast that was knocked to the ground by Grom's heavy punch was able to get up, although it still staggered to walk, but it didn't seem to be in serious trouble.

"Chief!" several Warsong warriors gathered around and lifted Grom from the ground. The Warsong warriors were noticeably smaller than their chiefs, struggling to support their bodies while checking Grom's injuries.

"Hiss~" Every orc who saw Grom's injury couldn't help but gasp - the injury that could knock down the first warrior of the orc was naturally not light, and these warriors of the Warsong Clan had already been mentally prepared, however, when they saw the countless wounds on Grom's body that kept gushing out bright red blood, they were still taken aback.

Bruised all over his body - a word like that could not have been more appropriate to describe Grom's injuries at this time. Whether there is bleeding from the internal organs, how many bones are broken, these are not visible for the time being, just looking at the surface of Grom's body, the originally thick and tough skin is now bursting layer by layer, countless tiny cracks are arranged vertically and horizontally on the skin, and large strands of blood gush out of these tiny wounds, as if they have been pricked by countless tiny needles.

I don't know how long it has been since Grom became like this, but when Zuhed and others helped him up, a large pool of blood had gathered under his feet, and the original green skin had also been washed into a "blood man", and more importantly, the blood had not been stopped, but continued to flow out continuously, and a "pool of blood" had formed under Grom's feet.

"This ...... What's going on?" Zuhd was surprised - although he didn't know much about Grom, it had always been rumored among the orc tribe that this first orc warrior would not be injured, even if his skin was cut by the opponent's blade, he would heal quickly in a very short time, and even if he broke his bones and injured his internal organs, he would recover in the fastest time. But now, these wounds on Grom's body don't look very deep, why hasn't the bleeding stopped?

"Quick, Necruz, get ready to teleport the circle, let's get out of here at once. Zuhd noticed the red dragon in front of Grom, who was prostrate on the ground, staring at his group, and it seemed that it was the red dragon that had injured Grom like this.

Of course, Zuhd also noticed that there were several humans standing on the back of the red dragon, and even an elf, perhaps frightened by the transformation of Taranistaz, Zuhd couldn't help but guess - could it be that this elf was also transformed into a dragon? It was because of other dragons that this red dragon was able to escape from Grimbaatar?

Thinking of this, Zuhd's heart was terrified to the extreme, and he shouted to Necrus to ask him and his warlocks to activate the teleportation circle at once - they couldn't wait, Grom was already injured like this, how could the remaining orcs resist the dragon he saw in Grimbaatar? Or maybe two?

......Suddenly, Grom's mouth seemed to make a sound, and Zuhd looked at Grom in astonishment, and a Warsong Clan warrior who was holding his chief had apparently heard the chief's voice, and he pressed his ear close to Grom's slightly twitching lips to hear what his chief had said

"...... Get out of here!" Grom's voice suddenly erupted, he didn't know where he got the strength, his thick arms shook, and he shook off the warriors of the Warsong clan around him, and then like a mad wild dog, the huge head on his muscular neck swayed in all directions, and his blood-red eyes scanned back and forth around - he was looking for his weapon - "Blood Roar".

"Grom, ...... you" Zuhd was shocked - how could this be, even now, Grom's body still had bright red blood gushing out, merging into the pool of blood that had become sticky beneath his feet, but how could he still stand alone and even have the strength to push those sturdy Warsong Clan warriors away while bleeding so far?

"Ho-ho, I found it. Grom let out a beastly roar to himself, and staggered to the distance in front of him—where Blood Roar lay alone in small puffs of flame, a few more gaps in the sharp blade, but the cold light remained.

"Grom, what are you going to do!" exclaimed Zuherd.

"Fight, idiot. Grom replied with his back to his axe, without looking back.

Ignoring Grom's scorn for himself, Zuhd looked at Grom's back - even at this point, Grom's wounds had not healed, and streams of blood lay down along his skin, collecting in small pits formed by his footprints, adding a touch of bloody iron and blood to the woods that had been filled with gunsmoke.

"You're an idiot! At this time, we should quickly return to Palatine Bay, Orgrim doesn't know what is going on here, and must tell him that the dragon has escaped from Grimbaatar, that the red dragon is no longer part of our combat power, and that we will soon have a revenge from the red dragon, and that the next battle plan must be changed!" Zuhd hissed.