They each wielded weapons that were difficult for a normal person to lift, and when Salamoni and Bloodroar collided, they began to wrestle.

Both of them were bruised and their muscles trembled.

Soon, Varian couldn't hold on, it was not wise to use brute force with orcs, ordinary orc Varian could still deal with it, but the other party was Grom the Demon Slayer. Son of Hell's Roar, his power is not something that ordinary humans can fight against. Varian knows that fighting against Hellroar is a fight against the strengths of the other with his own shortcomings.

He quickly took a step back, and Hellroar took advantage of the momentum to slam forward, but he took a step into the void and nearly lost his center of gravity. Seizing this brief opportunity, Varian stabbed his sword, the greatsword reflecting the sunlight like a silver light, the blade grazing Hell's roaring chest, but not his chest. Hellroar steadied his heel in a split second, dodging the deadly sword.

In less than a heartbeat, Hellroar pulled back the tomahawk and swung the bloody roar with one hand, the legendary tomahawk slashing out an arc of death in the air.

However, Varian was by no means idle, he quickly made a parrying move, holding the sword in both hands, and the blood roar struck Salamoni's sword fiercely, replacing it with an ordinary weapon, this blow was enough to sharpen iron like mud, however, the weapon held by the king of Stormwind was not an ordinary iron weapon, it was an elven sword left over from ancient times. In the violent impact, Salameni was unharmed, but Varian himself was knocked out by the powerful impact, and Hellroar's eyes widened, and he saw that the ghost wolf would also make mistakes, and the moment after the blood roar collided, Hellroar ran in rage.

With an axe in one hand, he seemed to be about to kill with one blow and end the decisive battle.

However, the ghost wolf is a ghost wolf after all, he can't be stronger than a giant bear, but he has the strength of a wolf. In the moments before he fell, Varian held the ground with one hand, and took advantage of the sideflip to do a side flip, using the battle position formed by the sideflip, a swift thrust. The whole movement was smooth and smooth, and Hellroar had no idea that a person who had been knocked back and knocked away would be able to adjust his body and fight again in such a short period of time.

The sword stabbed, and this time, Hellroar didn't have time to defend anymore, he raised his hands in the air and roared blood, and was about to slash down when Varian's longsword stabbed into his flesh. The sound of flesh and bone being torn can be heard, and luckily, the sturdy cuirass saved the hell from Roar. Sarameni pierced the area below the collarbone, but did not pierce it.

Hell roared in pain, and the tomahawk in his hand fell, and he fell backwards, blood gushing from his chest. Varian didn't give him time to breathe, and countless battles and gladiatorial battles taught Varian that when the opponent was bleeding and wounded, it was the best time to launch a general attack.

He is a wolf, a ghost wolf, and his keen insight into timing and seizing opportunities are his specialty.

Varian roared and slammed his sword, and Hellroar gritted his teeth as he struggled to hold up the blood roar on the ground and roared to meet it.

The battle axe grazed Varian's forehead, lifting up the red-stained blood on the ground, and the orc's desperate resistance forced Varian to take a step back.

Roar......

Hell Roar let out an astonishing roar, clutching his wounds, blood streaming from his fingers. But the more wounded and bleeding they are, the more they can bring out the amazing fighting power of the orcs. He roared bloodthirstily, tore through his armor and held the axe in both hands. Varian angrily unleashed his weapon, and Sarameni split in two in an instant.

Just as the two were about to fight again, the earth suddenly trembled violently......

……

"Beetle! Damn, you'll have to wait a little longer! ”

Faced with a large number of alliances and tribal alliances, Kel'thugad rebuked sternly. However, King Anubarak of Nibru did not seem to want to listen to the lich's nagging any longer, did not want to wait any longer, the blood soaked into the earth, he was already hungry and thirsty, his people were hungry and thirsty, and the life was above them.

"Devour them!"

Anubarak ordered.

Immediately, he turned to the lich and said—

"I'm not going to let you take my. The Lich King will reward me once more. ”

Kel'thugad wanted to bind the beast with a spell, but he couldn't, Anubarak was the king of the swarm, he had great magical resistance, and at the same time, the status of the beast was almost equal to his own with the Lich King......

The Lich could only watch as the Alliance and the Horde were still fighting each other before the Zerg army entered the battlefield...... Anubarak left him with no choice but to bite the bullet. Zombies and ghouls follow the Nebru Worm after him.

"Come out, children, and feast on their flesh!"

Anubarak let out a roar of excitement.

The earth trembled, and soon, shocking cracks appeared in the ground. The air was filled with the rancid stench of breaking through the earth, the smell of decay from the bodies of countless Nebru undead spiders.

In an instant, the swarm of insects poured out of the ground. Like a volcanic eruption, it devours and dismemberes the warriors of the Alliance and the Horde as they fight......

In the distance, under the gloomy sky, a thick midwinter horn sounded. It was a sign of the arrival of the Scourge Legion.

Varian and Hellroar looked at the distant sky in surprise, "We're not done yet!" "Both sides made the same decision almost immediately. Unanimously speaking, the Scourge is the true enemy of Azeroth.

With that, Hell Roar picked up a bloody roar, and with an axe, it split the carapace of the nearest beetle, and the disgusting green juice instantly splattered everywhere.

The sudden appearance of the Nibru Worm completely disrupted the battlefield, and the originally neat formation was divided into thousands of local battlefields, large and small. Almost all of them are thrown into this new battle. However, in the previous battle, the soldiers of the Alliance and the Horde had lost a lot of physical strength, and at this moment, in the face of the frenzied Scourge army, many of the Horde and Alliance warriors were almost powerless to resist.

"Ares must be allowed to adjust his tactics!"

Standing on the high ground, Winlessa said anxiously. The golden bow of Quel'Salas in her hand continued to volley, and each blow was accompanied by a golden magical light, and the arrow was not missing. However, the efficiency of shooting one by one is too slow.

Luo Ning had already recovered some of his strength, but in the face of the massive natural calamity insect swarm, the archmage couldn't think of a better way for a while. Even more terrifying, a familiar terrifying force was descending, and Ronin felt it—the dragon's whisper.

"Our fighters are too tired and must have support."

Ronin said. Immediately, the Dalaran mark in the center of his palm began to glow slightly. It was a means of communication between mages, such a strong signal, and there were not many people in Dalaran who could do it.

The surrounding space began to distort and swirl, as if a pair of dark hands were stirring the plane, and gradually, this force became stronger and stronger, like a worm about to break out of its cocoon.

"She's coming......"

Looking at the blood-colored battlefield in front of him, Luo Ning whispered.