Zuhed's face turned very bad - as the chief of the Dragonroar Clan, he was standing in Grom? In front of the roar of hell, he would even mock the warriors of the Dragonthroat Clan with impunity. But what can you do? - Zuhd felt a little sad again, in Grom? In the face of Hell's Roar, there are no rules and scruples, he only believes in one thing, and that is strength—without strength, even the elemental spirits and ancestral souls, which are respected by all orcs, are not worth a damn in front of Grom.

"I think it's still like this." Grom groaned, and Hodi stood up. His immensely muscular body, in the moonlight reflected from behind, stretched into a long shadow, following the direction of the forest bonfire to the feet of Necruz. The number one warrior among the orcs effortlessly lifted the "Blood Roar" from the ground with one hand, took a circle, and carried it on the shoulders of the huge friendless, looking at the few red rays hidden in the darkness of the shadows of the trees behind Necruz, and the looming bladed body, the corners of his mouth showed a happy and cruel smile, "Let me feel for myself, the power of the dragon, the most powerful creature in the world called Azeroth!" ”

"Are you sure? Grom? Necrus's expression was hidden under the black cloak, and from the two red glows in his eyes, it was impossible to tell what he was feeling now—he had never been comfortable, after all, he was also a member of the Dragonthroat Clan.

"That's right, can you control their actions? Ne Cruise? Let them attack me. Grom carried the "Roar of Blood" and stamped mightily on the glade with his two thick thighs, and walked in front of Necrus in just a few steps.

Grom? Hellroar, much larger than the thinner of the orcs, glanced condescendingly at the warlock from the Dragonmaw Clan, and then moved his left arm—on which the blue-black veins and dark brown scars of the Ben were tangled and twisted like earthworms, and the most recent of those scars came from the fight with the dwarven warrior.

"Yes, Grom." Necruz couldn't find a reason to refuse Grom's request, whether it was the former Grand Chieftain who was the destroyer of Blackhan. Or the current Great Chief Orgrim? The hammer of destruction, and even the former spiritual leader of the orcs, Naozu, no orcs are not afraid of Grom? The warriors of hell's roar, and no orcs dare to refuse Grom? The demands of Hell's Roar - it is said. Grom's father, the former chief of the Warsong Clan, Hell Roar, was killed by Grom's own hands, and the cause was nothing more than a small disagreement.

With a nod from Knightrouse, he bent over and stepped aside. A large, humanoid monster more than twice as tall as an orc slowly stepped out of the shadows behind Necruz.

"Hiss~~" The monster let out a low roar, and a short piece of long tongue with a forked tip quickly poked out of the python-like mouth with three cracks, bringing out a large puddle of pale yellow saliva, sticking and dripping to the ground, and then quickly retracted.

This is the drakeon? - Grom? Hellroar narrowed his eyes, silently assessing his opponent in his mind, who was far superior to the orcs in size, but Grom was not afraid of the ogre and Goron, who were also big. In the duel of fighters, being big does not mean absolute suppression, otherwise you will practice your fighting skills hard? Just go and eat yourself fat.

But Grom had to admit that his opponent's body was close to perfect for a warrior - thick and not bulky limbs, sharp claws were a powerful means of attack in itself, and the drake also held a saw-shaped blade more than four meters long in its hand - although this monster only had three fingers on each hand, it was clear that they were capable of using weapons.

The drake was not wearing any armor. They don't even have clothing, but that doesn't mean they're defenseless—tiny scales cover their entire bodies, including eyelids and necks, which have always been vulnerable; The joints, shins, and crotch are also covered with large bony carapaces for added protection.

Grom was looking at his opponent. And his opponent also spotted him - the top of the dragon's crocodile-like bulging head, two eyes shining red suddenly looked at Grom, and his mouth let out a low roar again, and the evil and desire to kill in those slit-like small and slender eyes made Grom? Hellroar found a familiar sensation - in the Nagrand steppes. After countless bloody battles, when washing his body red with the blood of the enemy and himself in the clear stream, his gaze reflected in the mirror-like lake water is also brutal and bloodthirsty.

"Come on! What are you waiting for! Grom let out a wild roar, and he roared loudly at the drake beast that was staring at him, while the muscles in his body tensed slightly, ready to fight—maybe this time, he could enjoy it happily!

"Boom!" The attack came so suddenly that both Red and Maim, who were sleeping with their backs against the trunk, were woken up from their sleep by a loud noise, screaming in horror. However, the sons of the two former orc chieftains soon saw the scene that made them jaw-dropping, and immediately fell silent.

The huge saw blade in the dragonbeast's hand slammed into Grom's roar before it was over; Grom's right arm was still carrying the "Blood Roar", and his left hand was held up sharply, accurately holding the front end of the long handle of the saw blade, his knees slightly bent, and his whole body was firmly planted on the ground like a javelin, dragging the attack from the dragon beast.

"Roar~" The dragon beast let out a muffled roar from its mouth, and grabbed the right arm of the saw blade and pressed down hard, trying to crush Grom with his strength. However, despite its condescending superiority and absolute suppressive size, the drake was able to tie with Grom in terms of strength - still with his right arm against his left arm.

Hum...... Sure enough, it was just a monster with brute strength, and it was really not his opponent - Grom was a little disappointed in his heart - if it was the dwarven warrior, he would definitely not only know how to compete with himself in this way, but would use the weapon in his other hand to take the opportunity to attack his right rib, and then he could use the "blood roar" on his right hand to resist this attack, and then the dwarven warrior would ...... Grom was planning his next duel with the dwarven warrior in his heart, and he couldn't help but sigh a little - he really wanted to fight an opponent of the same level! This drake is a little too weak...... Finish?

"Huh?" Grom's pupils dilated, and he let out a low cry of surprise, and at this moment, Grom realized that he had underestimated his opponent, but it was too late—with a muffled "pass", Grom flew diagonally to his right, slammed into a red willow, smashed the trunk of the tree, and concealed his body in the flying wood chips. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the Biquge www.biquge.info () to vote for recommendation, monthly pass, your support, is my biggest motivation. For mobile phone users, please go to M. to read. (To be continued.) )

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