In Grommash's bright red vision, the dancing steel whip of Mogolin was like an insurmountable barrier, but what he saw at this moment was something else, what he saw was the last scene of a female orc's life, which was the last of his lifelong companion, Gokar.

Gromashr, the hidden home of the Warsong Clan, has been engulfed in blazing flames, blood and wreckage are everywhere, and Gromash finds Gokar in a place where the ogre's corpses are piled up.

Self-blame, regret, grief, anger, hatred, all kinds of emotions like red lotus karmic fire, burning Gromash's heart, he hugged his partner, but was pleasantly surprised to find that she still had a breath.

However, a desperate scene appeared, and Gokal handed him a short knife and said this to him:

"I can't do it anymore, let me be like a warrior... Die!"

The flame of hope rekindled in Grommash's heart was extinguished in an instant, and in the depths of his soul he had already expected such a thing to happen, but he still didn't want to believe it, and he couldn't believe it, so he whispered to Gokar:

"No, you can't throw in the towel, we Warsong orcs will only spit on death!"

"But, it's too late, give me a... Rejoice!" A dead ash rose in Gokar's eyes, and Grommash's heart immediately ignited with infinite anger, and the voice of questioning roared in his heart.

"Why do you give up so easily?"

Gromash watched as Gokar's aura gradually dissipated, but his anger was nowhere to vent, so he looked his partner in the eye and said what he regretted most in his life, but would never admit it.

"My warriors, they fall like weeds, even you, you toothless wolf!"

Gromash watched as Gokar's expression of despair and incomprehension gradually froze, he threw away the dagger, turned away, and said viciously, "You are all here!"

“...... Aren't you a toothless wolf, too?" Gokar's voice resounded through Gromache's heart.

"No! I am Gromash Hellroar! If I can't win, I'd rather die in battle!Lok'TarOgar!"

Ignoring his own pain, ignoring the concussive paralysis that had been passed into his hands from the roar of blood, and even more ignoring his own life and death, all he could see was the enemy he wanted to defeat!

In his eyes, Mogolin's attack was still so powerful, but it was not unstoppable, and his body could still move, and his will had never changed.

Gromash swung his blood-roaring battle axe and struck the sweeping steel whip with precision from the bottom up.

The blood roar was like a lever in his hand, and as soon as he lifted it with force, Mogolin's steel whip was deflected from the direction of the attack, and the steel whip almost grazed Gromash's head and swung into the air.

Mogolin's face changed drastically, and his blow was empty, and Gromash was obviously not going to let go of this once-in-a-lifetime fighter, he approached, waved his bloody roar, and slashed the blade of the axe on his waist and abdomen without mercy.

At this critical moment, Mo Golin's body instinctively tensed, and the usual unremitting exercise saved his life at this moment, and the several encounters between the blood roar and the steel whip had dulled the axe blade and lost its original edge, and at this time, the axe blade slashed at his waist and abdomen, and was immediately stuck by his steel-like muscles, unable to advance an inch.

The fleeting warplanes alternated between the two of them, and Gromash was right in front of Mogolin, as if to welcome his counterattack, and Mogolin sank his hands and slammed the end of the steel whip grip into Gromerin's back.

However, before he could reach this blow, Gromarsh's head suddenly rose in Mogolin's sight, and his fierce expression was so close that it was almost as if to say: "Maybe my tomahawk has lost its edge, but the edge in my heart will never be lost!"

Gromash threw his head forward, using his forehead as a hammer to slam Mogolin into the chin.

"What does your will have to do with me? would that be my reason to give up?"

"No, my life, never give up!" Mogolin's eyes were also full of determination, and the grip of the Thunder Steel Whip quickly fell in his hands.

Time seemed to slow down at this moment, and the collision of the two unyielding wills turned into an unwavering attack, hitting each other at the same time, and they fell to the ground one after the other.

Gromash spat blood, he lay on the ground, looking dying, while Mogolin fell to the ground, motionless, seemingly unconscious.

They all seem to have lost the ability to continue fighting, and this glorious duel of Makgora seems to end in a draw.

The surrounding orc warriors suddenly found that this seemed to be the ending they wanted to see the most, the two people in the gladiatorial arena were admirable and unyielding warriors, no matter which one of them died, it would be a huge loss to the tribe.

However, just when they were expecting this, Grommash, who was vomiting blood in the gladiatorial arena, began to struggle to stand up, and he tried his best to support his body, but just a few simple movements made him vomit a few mouthfuls of blood.

The blood of the rage had cooled down, and I was afraid that it was about to be drained, and the side effects of the bloody rage made him weak, but the belief in victory still supported him to stand up.

He glanced at the unconscious Mogolin and withdrew his gaze, and then Gromash straightened his waist like a giant standing up to the sky.

But at this moment, Mogolin on the side suddenly got up and stood up, just like the insurmountable moat.

Gromash clenched the roar of blood, he was no longer even able to swing his battle axe at Mogolin, he felt that it might only take a tremor to exhaust his whole body strength, and he could not fall to the ground, but Mogolin did not attack, he just stood in place, motionless, almost like a sculpture.

"Why didn't he attack it?"

Grommash narrowed his eyes to regain clarity in his blurred vision, and when he saw his opponent clearly, he smiled wryly.

"What a great little. ”

With this thought in mind, Gromash lost consciousness.

There was silence in the arena, and the orc warriors watching looked at the two people standing motionless below, and they all showed puzzled expressions, while Lord Walok Sarufar raised his eyebrows and approached the two.

At just a glance, he saw the truth, and the two of them were standing like this and lost consciousness.

Admiration immediately rose in his heart, and the Orc warriors watching the gladiatorial arena in the face of King Sarufar loudly announced the outcome of the victory and defeat of the Makogora.

"There is no loser in this glorious duel of Makgora! Glory is with these two indomitable warriors!"

"Oh, blood and thunder!Lok'TarOgar!for the sake of the tribe!" The onlookers cheered, and the shouts were endless, and the two unyielding warriors seemed to tell everyone that this was a real orc!