Of course, Carl didn't want to take the opportunity to ask for Deathwing's life, the sick tiger was still a tiger even if he was weak, and it was impossible to become a sick cat, the light energy in Carl's body had bottomed out, and even the heavens had helped him escape, and if he went again, he would really be looking for death.

Deathwing fled in the direction of the Dark Gate, and Cal naturally had to pass through the Dark Gate back to Azeroth, where the sun was Cal's best healing elixir.

"Boom~" "Bang-!" ”

With the last of his strength to pass through the Dark Gate, Carl fell to the ground like a comet with a long tail flame. Tall trees and solid rocks smashed into pieces, pulling a long gash along the ridge, and Carl slammed deep into a low hillside, unconscious.

…………

Grom sat silently, the news of the Horde's defeat devastated him, and he had never been so discouraged even when Karl was mortally wounded and dying.

It was a narrow cave dug by fugitive orcs to avoid being tracked by the Alliance, usually disguised with rocks and dry weeds. The battle on the upwind trail nearly brought him back to his ancestors, but luckily, a yellow dragon saved his life.

Although Grom sensed that the dragon was not well-intentioned, he expressed his gratitude, and the dragon brought back his beloved blood roar.

The dragon healed his injuries and left, and Grom didn't expect him to ride such an arrogant creature, even if he saved himself. Grom was alone in the damp swamp, obscured by tall trees and gloomy weather, and he couldn't determine his direction at all, so he had to run around with his luck.

Benefiting from the recovery of his body and the roar of blood in his hands, the beasts that haunted the swamp and took him as prey eventually became food for his stomach. It wasn't until he stumbled upon the traces of the Union soldiers and quietly followed them all the way that he walked out of the swamp.

He then meets the fugitive Lexa on his way to the Dark Gate. A very strong and intelligent young warrior, Grom does not look down on him because he is an orc, on the contrary, he admires Lexa's decisiveness very much. The two quickly became good friends.

From Lexa, Grom learned that the Horde had lost its war, and most of the orcs, including his friend Orgrim Doomhammer, had become prisoners of the Alliance. And the rest, some fled back to Draenor, and the other fled to this strange world that did not belong to the orcs.

Grom wondered where they should go? Some of the warriors who escaped with Lexa were the warriors of Warsong, who were willing to follow their chieftains, and the remaining orcs, some of whom belonged to the Thunder King clan, belonged to the Mocking Skull clan, and some belonged to the Blood Cave clan, etc., they were almost all outstanding in strength. But Grom remains confident that he can convince them.

The problem is, Grom himself is at a loss. He didn't know that he should lead them to survive on this land, to rescue his compatriots who had become captives, and to revive the tribe; Or should they lead them through the league's defenses and back to Delaenau......

"Chief!"

A voice of surprise interrupted his musings. A Warsong Clan soldier trotted in, gasping violently, but struggling to get the good news across.

"Battle...... Mars! The god of war of the Alliance! ”

The soldier swallowed hard and said in surprise.

Grom was shocked, he knew who the god of war of the alliance was, even if he turned to ashes. This human brought him painful memories that went deep into his bone marrow. Did he call? Grom thought. But when he saw the joy on the soldier's face, it was clear that he didn't mean it.

"Got it!" The soldier trembled a little with excitement, "We caught it!" We've got him! ”

"Caught who?!"

Grom's heart shook in disbelief, and he clutched the soldier's shoulder and yelled.

"God of War! It's the human who can fly! The soldier replied loudly, "The scouts saw him fall from the sky, and they caught him!" It's over there."

Ignoring the excited soldier's guidance, Grom forgot to take the blood roar and rushed in the direction the soldier was pointing.

…………

"Wow!"

There was a chilling chill overhead. Carl slowly opened his eyes, a blurry image in front of him. With two hard shakes of his head, Carl saw the person in front of him clearly.

Orcs, all around them are orcs. Carl was shocked and wanted to move, but found that his hands and feet were tied to death.

"Hello! Carl Sunset. A familiar voice suddenly sounded.

Carl turned his head.

"It's you, Grom Hellroar."

Karl's expression was calm, but his heart was churning: how could Grom be here, and he didn't look hurt at all. He recalls the upwind trail where Grom was badly injured and thrown out of the way, and if it weren't for the help of a high-level healer, Grom would have died.

"Isn't it strange why I don't look hurt at all?"

Grom couldn't hide the smugness on his face.

"It's just a fluke that I picked up a small life." Karl looked at Grom with disdain, "I also badly injured you at the beginning, and today I can also return you to the arms of your ancestors!" ”

"Hah!" Grom scoffed, "I admire your courage and fearlessness, Carl! It's a pity that you still don't know where you are now! ”

"Woo~"

Carl couldn't help but let out a muffled snort! Grom suddenly punched Carl in the abdomen, and the pain he hadn't experienced in a long time came with the churning of his internal organs.

"Look!" Grom raised his fist, his green face full of smiles, "You can't even withstand my light punch now, what strength do you have to defeat me!" ”

A contemptuous smile appeared on Karl's lips, causing a wave of anger to well-up in Grom's heart. He grabbed Carl by the collar, and his whole face was almost in front of Carl, and Grom seemed to want to say something. But Karl turned his head away.

"You have bad breath, don't you know?"

Carl's earnest tone made Grom unable to resist the storm, he pushed Carl away, and then clenched his right hand into a fist and slammed it into Carl's face.

"Bang!"

Grom's furious blow caused Karl to stagger down, raise his head and stare coldly at Grom, opening his mouth to spit out a mouthful of blood, half of his cheeks immediately red and swollen.

"Bang!"

Grom smashed Carl's chest again, the huge force made Carl couldn't help but retreat, Grom didn't have the slightest intention of letting go, punched Carl one after another, and he wanted to return the torture he had endured to Carl one punch at a time.

But Grom stopped after just a few punches, and although Carlsen's cold gaze made him uncomfortable, for the proud, an opponent who didn't fight back couldn't lift his desire to fight.

"Tie him to a wooden frame!"

Grom commanded the soldiers. Two tall ogres stepped out, lifted up the weakened Karl and quickly tied him to a cross-shaped wooden frame.

Grom looked at Carl, who was bleeding from the corners of his mouth, and a victor's smile appeared on his face.

"I won't let you die so easily, Carl Sunset!" Grom smiled grimly, "The god of war of the Alliance?" Hehe! I will bring you before them, and let them see for themselves how their god of war has been cut by me and died in untold pain and suffering. ”

"I advise you to kill me now!" Karl's eyes were clearly filled with disdain and contempt, "Otherwise, you will regret it!" Hell roars—"

"Hahaha-" Grom laughed, "regret?!" No, I never regret it. Do you want to end your life happily? Do you want to preserve your image of invincibility in the hearts of Union soldiers? ”

"I don't!" Grom's face looked a little hideous and crazy, "I want the people of the alliance to know that even their most powerful god of war will not escape my axe!" We orcs are the most powerful race. This land, we are more qualified than you humans to have her! ”

"Hehe......"

Grom's smug face froze suddenly, he never felt that these two simple words gave him a wave of anger and humiliation from the bottom of his heart.

"Just hold on! I'm Grimm Hell Roar and I do it! ”

With that, he stopped looking at Carl's hateful face, turned around and left angrily.

Karl smiled lightly and looked up at the sky in the distance. There, the bright sun is slowly rising...... (To be continued.) )