Originally, I wanted to say that the Red Dragon Queen was also an idiot, but Arthas endured it several times, and finally suppressed the anger in his heart, and whispered a lesson and looked at him blankly, not understanding why he called her "stupid girl", Wen Leisa, said: "Are you crazy?" Her scales are so hard, they were only broken by an axe and healed in an instant, even if you go up and rub them, can she feel it? If you just use a hammer to knock it, she may not feel it, and she still rubs it! ”

"Oh...... But Her Excellency the Queen, she is in pain! "Winresa thinks what Arthas said has a point, but you can't just leave the Queen alone, right? And, the most important thing is not to rub those bruises, but in the process, I will feel the intimacy between Sister Aurelia and myself, and that warm feeling is the real healing!

Arthas listened to Winlessa's words and shook his head helplessly—this girl was incorrigibly stupid, and ...... The little prince didn't want to entangle with Winlesa any longer, but set his eyes ahead - that orc is not dead yet!

"Grom!" Zuhd ran wildly, but could not keep up with Grom, and was left far behind, and when he arrived, he could only see Grom kneeling on the ground, his arms trembling to support his body, his head hanging down, not knowing what he was doing.

"Grom, are you alright?" Zuhd ran to Grom's side, and behind him, a large number of Warsong Clan soldiers and Redmaim and others also arrived, and of course, the two drakes - it seemed that the monster's ability to recover was amazing, and it didn't take long for the drake beast that had been knocked to the ground by Grom's punch to the ground had been able to get up, and although it still staggered to walk, it seemed that it was no longer in serious trouble.

"Chief!" Several Warsong warriors gathered around and lifted Grom from the ground. The Warsong warriors were noticeably smaller than their chiefs, struggling to support their bodies while checking Grom's injuries.

"Hiss~" Every orc who saw Grom's injury couldn't help but gasp - the injury that could knock down the first warrior of the orc. Naturally, it will not be light, and the warriors of these War Song Clans have long been mentally prepared; However, when they saw the countless wounds on Grom's body that kept gushing with bright red blood, they were still taken aback.

Bruised all over his body - a word to describe Grom's injuries at this time. It's a perfect fit. Whether there was bleeding from the internal organs, and how many bones were broken, these were not visible for the time being, just looking at the surface of Grom's body, the originally thick and tough skin was now bursting layer by layer. Countless tiny cracks lined up the skin, and large strands of blood poured out of these tiny wounds, as if they had been pricked by countless tiny needles.

I don't know how long it has been since Grom became like this, but when Zuherd and the others helped him up, a large pool of blood had already gathered under his feet, and the original green skin had also been washed into a "blood man", and more importantly, the blood was not stopped, but continued to flow out continuously, at Grom's feet. A "pool of blood" has been formed.

"This ...... What's going on? Zuhd was very surprised—although he didn't know much about Grom, it had always been rumored among the orc tribe that this first orc warrior would not be injured, and even if his skin was cut by the opponent's blade, it would heal quickly in a very short time; Even if he breaks a bone and hurts his internal organs, he will recover in the fastest time. But now, these wounds on Grom's body don't look very deep, why hasn't the bleeding stopped?

"Quick. Necruz, prepare for the teleportation circle, and we'll get out of here right away. Zuhd noticed the red dragon creeping on the ground in front of Grom. Staring at his group, it seems that it is this red dragon that injured Grom like this.

Of course, Zuhd also noticed, on the back of the red dragon. There were still a few humans standing, and even an elf, perhaps frightened by the transformation of Taranistaz, Zuhd couldn't help but wonder - could it be that this elf was also transformed into a dragon? It was because of the other dragons that came to the rescue that this red dragon was able to escape from Grimbaatar?

Thinking of this, Zuhd's heart was terrified to the extreme, and he shouted to Necrus to ask him and his warlocks to immediately activate the teleportation circle - they couldn't wait, Grom was already injured like this, how could the remaining orcs resist the dragon he saw in Grimbaatar? Or could it be two-ended?

......Suddenly, Grom's mouth seemed to make a sound, and Zuhd looked at Grom in astonishment, and a Warsong Clan warrior who was holding his chief had apparently heard the chief's voice, and he pressed his ear close to Grom's slightly twitching lips to hear what his chief had said

"...... I don't care about you! Grom's voice suddenly erupted, he didn't know where he got the strength, his thick arms shook, and he shook off the warriors of the Warsong clan around him, and then like a mad wild dog, the huge head on his muscular neck swayed in all directions, and his blood-red eyes scanned back and forth around - he was looking for his weapon - "Blood Roar".

"Grom, you ......" Zuhd was so shocked that he couldn't keep his mouth shut - how could this be, even now, Grom's body was still gushing with bright red blood, pooling into the pool of blood that had become sticky beneath his feet; But how could he still stand alone and even have the strength to push those sturdy Warsong Clan warriors away despite bleeding so far?

"Ho-ho, I found it." Grom let out a beastly roar to himself, staggering to the distance in front of him—where the Blood Roar was lying alone in small prongs of flame, a few more gaps in the sharp blade, but the cold light remained.

"Grom, what are you going to do!" Zuhd shouted.

"Fight, idiot." Grom replied with his back to his axe, bending down to pick up his axe, without looking back.

Ignoring Grom's scorn for himself, Zuhd looked at Grom's back - even at this point, Grom's wounds had not healed, and streams of blood lay down along his skin, collecting in small pits formed by his footprints, adding a touch of bloody iron and blood to the woods that had been filled with gunsmoke.

"You're an idiot! At this time, we should quickly return to Palatine Bay, Orgrim does not know what is happening here, we must tell him, that dragon has escaped from Grimbaatar, the red dragon is no longer part of our combat power, and even we will soon have the revenge of the red dragon, and the next battle plan must be changed! Zuhd hissed. (To be continued.) )