If his left arm was cut off by this dwarven warrior, perhaps he would have to put a crude blade on his arm, as the Broken Hand clan did? Grom scoffed - Kargas, before he was captured by the ogre, was one of the few orcs who could compete with Grom; But what has become of him now? Without a hand, he didn't even have the strength to carry a shoe for Grom.

Grom laughed at Kargas and congratulated himself on his health. He walked over to the bloody roar that was stuck on the ground, pulled his weapon out of the grass with a slight force of his right hand, and then walked over to Muradin, who was lying on the ground - a good opponent, and Grom decided to take his head off and tie it around his waist - a worthy opponent, and Grom decided to let his head join him, enjoying the glory of the two world's bravest men, Azeroth and Draenor.

A soft "whoosh" shattered Grom's dream. Despite multiple injuries, even fatal ones, Grom's body remained alert. He spun around sharply, slashed forward with a roar of blood in one hand, and picked off an arrow that flew straight at him—this power, this feel...... It's the same enemy who shot five arrows at him on the wall just now!

Grom looked up and saw that in addition to a High Elf woman who was shooting arrows at him at the gate, there was also a human warrior with a golden glow, holding a two-handed broadsword, running towards him quickly. Grom was furious—these guys, don't they know what respect is?

Grom seemed to have forgotten that if it weren't for the sideways intervention of Brooks and Orgrim, he would have been smashed in the head by Muradin; He was only angry at the two enemies now, but reason told him that it was time to retreat - it was still too close to the fortress of Dammod, and at night, even if it was only for a few minutes, a large human army would attack him, and Grom didn't want to die here.

Grom, who was fleeing towards the distant woods while carrying the blood roar on his shoulder, glanced back at Muradin, who was lying on the ground, with some regret, and then withdrew his gaze and increased the speed of his feet-Dwarf, is your name Muradin? I didn't break your skull, but that's not necessarily a bad thing. Muradin, wait for me, the next time we meet, I will be stronger, and then ...... Let's fight for victory once again!

After firing several arrows at the fleeing Grom, only one of them plunged into the orc's shoulder, Winlesa lowered her longbow. Seeing that Mograine was about to chase into the distance, Wen Lesa hurriedly reminded: "Hey! Let's get this dwarf back first! Small color ...... Arthas was worried about him! ”

Mograine stopped, glanced at Grom, who was running wildly towards the woods in the distance, and the orc soldiers who had already been rushing towards this side, returned his saber to the scabbard at his waist, leaned down and picked up Muradin lying on the ground, thought about it, picked up the dwarf weapon again, and quickly retreated into the castle - of course, Muladin's weapon was not something that could be easily carried, and Mograine had to continue to beg for strength from the Light, lest he would be paralyzed on the ground from exhaustion before he could return to the city.

The gates of the fortress were wide open, and as soon as Winlessa and Mograine retreated, they quickly moved towards the courtyard inside the fortress. The militia of Riptide Fort, which had been waiting for a long time, formed a dense phalanx and blocked the entrance of the fortress, waiting for the orc warriors who followed the two to kill.

Arthas was anxiously waiting in the courtyard, and although Frost Grief had said that Muradin was fine, Arthas had to see it for himself to be reassured. Mograine placed Muradin on the floor of the courtyard, and dropped the two heavy two-handed weapons, dissipating the holy light that protected his body, and his chest heaved violently - I really don't understand how this dwarf could usually wield those two heavy weapons.

Arthas crouched down to inspect Muradin's injuries, and finally breathed a sigh of relief - there were no bleeding wounds on Muradin's body, just a coma. Of course, Arthas didn't know that Muradin's wounds were healed by the short-lived descent of the gods, but he couldn't let Muradin lie here, so he could only trouble Mograine again and send Muladin to a dwarven barracks.

After doing this, Arthas hurried back to the city wall, this time, Danas did not come to the battle formation in person, but looked at the group of orcs who were attacking the fortress of Danmod from the city wall, frowning tightly. Arthas came to Danas's side, looked out through the gap in the battlement, felt that something was wrong, and said, "The orcs who attacked this time...... Doesn't seem to be the same as those orcs just now? ”

Danas's expression was very strict, he nodded, and echoed: "Yes, whether it is the formation or the momentum, it is much stronger than the group of orcs just now......" Arthas and Danas didn't know that it was the warriors of the Warsong clan under Grom who were attacking the fortress of Dammod now.

Originally, these people were here to rescue their chieftain, and in a one-on-one situation, even if Grom was killed by the other party, the warriors of the Warsong clan would not interfere, which was the minimum pride and dignity of the warriors; But those humans have already begun to besiege, and they will naturally not be polite anymore.

Although Grom was not threatened, he did not cut off his opponent's head as he wished, much to Grom's anger. Therefore, he directly issued an order to his Warsong Clan, leaving behind the Dragonthroat Clan and the Blackfang Clan, and launched an attack on the Dammod Fortress. As for the Zuhd and Blackham brothers...... With Grom in the way, without them and their people to die, they are naturally happy to be idle.

If we distinguish according to the military system of the human race, the difference in combat effectiveness between the Warsong Clan and the Dragonthroat Clan is as obvious as the difference between the militia and the soldiers. Every warrior of the Warsong Clan worships their chieftain Grom to the extreme, and at the call of the chieftain, the Warsong Clan will destroy the enemy in front of them.

The Warsong Clan, which swept into the cave of the city gate with a violent wind, soon inflicted heavy casualties on the Riptide Fortress infantry in the city. Several gaps had been torn open at the front of the phalanx, and the Warsong Clan warriors wielding heavy weapons were wantonly slaughtering the human soldiers around them.

But the valiant militiamen of Fort Torrent were not to be repulsed - although their prince was not on their side at this time, they were just as stubborn. No one retreated, no one feared, and the only thing that could make these valiant warriors lay down their weapons was death.