But Grom soon found a way to make him happy - and that was to provoke. Dwarves are not sane creatures, especially after drinking enough ale. Those guys, confident in their own strength, couldn't stand a green-skinned orc, alone in front of their fortress, roaring at them with a mocking roar.

Two hundred and seventy-six, this number is the number of dwarven warriors that Grom killed during the siege of Ironforge and duel with him. These people, without exception, were warriors, and when they left the fortress, they did not think of going back.

Grom respected such warriors, and he allowed the dwarves to leave the fortress and collect corpses for them—the word collection was used because Grom had no control over his own movements during battle, and although it was not necessary, the blood roar often cut the dwarves' bodies into several pieces.

The days that followed were the happiest years of Grom's life—his first ...... Especially for the first time after taking those green potions, I encountered an evenly matched opponent. After slicing nearly 300 dwarven warriors, Grom faced a tough battle, and his opponent was one of the kings of the group of dwarves. ,…,

It is said that Grom, the younger brother of the dwarven kings, had dealt with these dwarves many times, and his mind was not stupid, and he could understand a few simple dwarven words. When the dwarven warrior appeared in front of Grom, he was screaming his blood on the snow in front of Ironforge, as usual, waiting for someone to come and duel him.

The gates of Ironforge slowly opened, and a strong dwarf stepped out menacingly. The clearing in front of Ironforge was large enough for Grom to forbid any orcs to attack the dwarves during his duel - and if anyone dared to interfere with his duel, Grom would not hesitate to cut off his head - not even the hammer of Orgrim Destroyer.

"Muradin!" Grom could understand the cheers of the dwarves watching from the walls. The scale of today's spectators is extraordinary. There was even a dwarf in a cloak and a crown sitting on a chair at the head of the city. Grom knew that this was the king of the dwarves and a strong warrior - and that Grom longed to fight him.

However, the dwarf in front of him was not simple, and from the cry of the dwarven king, Grom made out a lingua franca word - "brother". The dwarf was as strong as his older brother, clad in thick plate armor, and had two large two-handed weapons stuck diagonally behind his back—a city-breaking axe and a heavy warhammer. ,…,

The dwarven warrior was the most stocky opponent Grom had ever seen, and Grom felt the muscles in the dwarf. It must be as hard as a stone - just like yourself, such muscles represent great strength and explosiveness. Without any ceremony, not even time to prepare, Grom picked up the bloody roar on the ground and happily charged towards the dwarf.

A day, a whole day. Grom fought his opponent for an entire day. His roar of blood tore through his opponent's armor several times, leaving the dwarf's white, yellowish skin soaked in blood; But Grom didn't bargain for much, and after the battle, he lay in his tent for a week—five ribs and an arm broken, not even for Grom, who sometimes tasted his own blood.

But Grom was happy, yes, happy. When he and the dwarven warrior could only stand on the snow with their weapons on their shoulders, and had no ability to attack, Grom said goodbye to the dwarven warrior in a friendly manner, and then staggered to the headquarters of the orc army, before falling headlong at the gate of the camp, but the smile on his face could not hide it and burst out - it was so enjoyable! …,

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A week later, Grom was at the gates of Ironforge again. As he had expected, the dwarven warrior left the fortress again and came before Grom, and both of them were equally alive. Grom had never encountered such a pleasant thing in his life, and even killing Goron and the ogre could not bring him such joy.

Another life-and-death struggle that lasted for a day. Grom is clearly feeling the growth of his opponent, but he has also improved a lot. In last week's duel, he learned how to control the power of the evil blood in his body. Grom felt that he could do anything, but his opponent was even more bloodthirsty than him.

Blood could not stop the battle between these two warriors from the dwarf race and the orc race, respectively...... Neither can the pain, which only makes them more excited. By the time the dwarf staggered back to Ironforge, Grom was lying on the ground—the orc's first warrior, with a broken leg and a dislocated arm. But he wasn't much better—Grom figured out to himself that if it weren't for the dwarven warrior's quick flash, Grom's blood roar would have removed one of his arms. Of course, Grom couldn't tell whether it was his opponent who flashed quickly or his own men showed mercy - what happened to Grom was also a loss for Grom! ,…,

Although this time the injury was more severe. But Grom healed faster than last time, and he felt that it might be the evil blood in his body, and some power in it had been stimulated. But Grom didn't panic at all about the changes in his body - as long as he didn't make himself weaker, Grom wouldn't care what had become of his body!

Two days later, the lively Grom came to the gates of Ironforge again, in fact, he came this time with the intention of showing off, after all, that dwarven warrior could not have his own situation, and he also drank the potion provided by Gul'dan, right? Then he must still be lying in bed now!

But Grom was destined to have no capital to be proud of. The dwarven warrior had also recovered his health. Of course, this also made Grom happy, because he could do it without saying much. In the battles that followed, both Grom and the dwarven warrior grew a lot. What puzzled Grom the most was that no matter how quickly his injuries healed, he couldn't get faster than the dwarven warrior.

Of course, because in later life, Grom and the dwarven warrior basically did not need to rest, and fought from morning to night every day, which made many orcs unhappy, and they felt that Grom's behavior hindered the progress of the war. However, these whining orcs only dared to say in private, if they let Grom, or the warriors of the Warsong Clan, listen, their heads would definitely move. ,…,

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