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Possession of a fire blade and a war song bloodline is a rarity in the tribe, because according to the tribe's traditions, there is very little communication between the different clans.

But unfortunately, the half-breed not only did not bring any advantages to Yurone, but instead caused him endless troubles.

For example, when he attended the Omrig conference, he was targeted by everyone because the groundhog fell into the trap of the Bladetooth Tigermen; Another example is that there are no orc women who like it, and they have always been single.

It is for this reason that as an adult, Euroneh lived in seclusion on the cliffs of Nagrand until Neozu gathered all the orcs and began his journey of conquest of Draenor.

Euronene responded to Neozu's call—not because he wanted to serve the Horde, but because he longed for honor.

Following Grommash, Yurone drank the blood of demons, participated in the banishment of the Ravens, participated in the fall of Shattrath, and then fell into confusion in the endless war.

Is this the glory you desire?

Is this the recognition you expect?

Is this the pursuit of your life?

What Ejone longs for is to be free in the steppes of Nagrande and to challenge all those worthy of a challenge!

Confused, Yurone meets Samuro, a legendary orc sword master who is by blood's distant uncle.

Samuro also felt that all this was not honorable, but at this time he had no way out, for the tribe, Samuro was too important, and the heavy responsibility blocked the way for Samuro to leave.

But Jurone is not a sword master, although under the training of Samuro, his strength is very strong, but his reputation is not obvious.

At Samuro's persuasion, when the Dark Gate was first opened, Yurone gave up the opportunity to follow the Fireblade Clan to Azeroth, and instead stayed in Nagrand.

Then, the dark door opened again.

This time, Eurone could no longer hide - all of Nagrand, with the exception of Galadar's rash sufferer, all orcs had been summoned by Gromash to join the war.

Júrone had no choice but to make his way to Azeroth.

In Warsong's army, Yurone meets Nazgorin, who is still a little ghost.

At first, perhaps out of sympathy, Eurone helped the little fellow a few times, but later, in Nazgorin's body, Eurone found a reason to persevere.

It may be difficult for you to achieve honor, but you may be able to fight for the next generation of orcs - at least not to let them have a childhood as miserable as yourself.

Thus, the bachelor and the orphan became de facto father and son.

After a thirst for honor and a painful confusion, Júrone found her own kendo.

For the freedom of the orcs tomorrow!

After being accidentally controlled by Scram, Eurone, who was free from his control, found himself in a terrible weakness - as if he had just recovered from a serious illness. But now I don't have a chance to cultivate!

That's fine.

Júrone took one last look at Nazgorin.

This little guy is just as hungry for honor and victory as he was back then.

Luckily, the current Great Chieftain Thrall is a wise orc with a composure far beyond his years, and Eugene believes that Nazgorim will be far better than him in the future under Thrall!

Now, I'll teach you one last lesson.

Sacrifice.

Armed with twin swords, Euronene seemed to have returned to his youngest and strongest time.

Spin and spin at a flying speed!

A whirlwind of swords has appeared!

Júrone unleashed all of her energy.

"The watchdog of the ancient gods, taste the power of the fire blade!"

Compared to the massive Scram, Yrone's Blade Storm seemed nothing to mention, but the soothsayer didn't dare to take it lightly.

In the midst of the sword and sword, the prophet almost saw his own death!

The battle was no longer one-sided, and Scram no longer deliberately pursued the pain of his enemies, and for the first time, he used all his strength!

An arcane tornado has finally taken shape, and under Skram's control, it has taken on Yurone.

Mars collides like Earth, and the Blade Storm and the Arcane Storm finally become entangled.

Although Eurone's blade storm is small, it is not weak in the face of the tornado-like arcane storm!

Primitive arcane energy, wild swordsmanship, two storms like two desolate beasts biting each other, the raging energy almost made Nazgorin, who had not yet shaken off control, could not open his eyes.

Nazgorin didn't know how long it was, but when he was finally freed from his shackles, the raging storm finally stopped.

Although Scram consumed a considerable amount of mana, the main body was unharmed.

The first to stop was Júrone.

Although he has experienced a hundred battles, Yurone is not a terrible sword master like Samuro after all, he is just an elite warrior, and he is not even a qualified sword master - although he has exploded all his strength, he is not comparable to Scram after all.

At this time, Yurene barely relied on two long knives to support his body, and the arcane left deep wounds on his body, leaving the heroic orc completely incapacitated.

“Lok-tar……”

With a barely audible final battle cry, Euronene never moved again.

……………………

When Grommash arrived at the battlefield with Brooks and Jindo, he met the orc who had dazzled him in the joust.

Gromash could see at a glance the dramatic change in Nazgorin.

Without showing off his combat skills, without superfluous words, Nazgolin at this time has a maturity and sophistication that is completely inappropriate for his age.

Although he is at a disadvantage, although his anger is visible to the naked eye, he does not have the slightest impetuousness.

What amazed Gromash even more was Nazgorin's anger.

Furious and calm rage, a technique he had only mastered after seeing his father, Golmash, and Goron die together, and pulling the bloody roar from the head of the huge Golon.

The next moment, Gromash saw a stiffened Yurone.

In the midst of emotion, Blox patted Gromache on the shoulder from behind.

"Let's do it, this little guy is a good guy, he shouldn't have fallen here before he was fully grown."

"It's his battle, his glory." Grommash frowned, obviously he didn't quite agree with Brooks's thoughts, "Your own hatred, only your own battle can wash away." ”

To the stubborn and proud Gromarsh, Blox suddenly had nothing to say.

Untying his tomahawk, Brooks charged at Scram.