What's more, not long ago, Muradin had just used such a force to smash the back door of the Dammod Fortress, so even if he launched the gods to descend to earth now, it would not last more than a few seconds, and whether he could defeat this formidable opponent in a few seconds, Muradin himself was not sure.

Grom's continued madness wasn't over, and a huge roar of blood slammed into Muradin's head. In the face of this mad enemy, Muradin gritted his teeth - fight! Just as Grom's next attack was still whistling in the air, Muradin's skin suddenly began to darken.

Here it comes! - Grom's eyes narrowed, and he increased the force on his hand. For some reason, the dwarven warrior didn't use this magical skill at the first time, but Grom didn't give the enemy any mercy or opportunity because of this, and the huge axe of the blood roar still slashed unstoppably at the top of Muradin's head.

However, Grom still underestimated the power of the gods, and his self-righteous blow was actually blocked, and it was blocked by the heavy war hammer in Muradin's right hand! In his mortal state, Muradin's injuries were instantly healed, which allowed his weak right hand to regain its strength and withstand Grom's fatal blow.

Muladin in the mortal state of the gods is infinitely powerful, and it is not something that Grom can contend with. The blood roar collided violently with the heavy hammer on Muradin's right hand, and there was a crunch like a whimper; The two invincible forces collided together, and Grom felt a huge force flick against the axe of the Bloody Roar, even though the muscles in his arms had tensed to the critical state, and the blue-black tendons burst out under the green skin, it was difficult to stop the force, and Grom's hands were carried by the Bloody Roar, and they were raised high into the sky.

Muradin was waiting for such an opportunity, and at this time, the city-breaking axe in his left hand, which had long been ready to attack, slid fiercely into Grom's lower abdomen. The speed from the bottom up was incredibly fast, and Muradin seemed to be able to see his opponent's belly sliced open and his intestines flowing all over the ground - damn green-skinned offal, you won't be so lucky this time!

However, there was no feeling of smoothness and stickiness on the blade of the axe, and Muradin's eyes widened - that damn orc actually blocked his own killing blow in this way! At the last moment, Grom let go of the hilt of the bloody axe with both hands, and let his weapon fly backwards behind him; This freed his hands to fend off Muradin's attacks.

However, if the flesh wants to resist the sharp blade of the axe, it naturally has to pay the price of blood. In the bloodiest of ways, he used his left arm to block Muradin's axe blade - the sharp blade cut into Grom's skin irresistibly, deep into his forearm, and if he advanced an inch, he could have cut off his left hand.

But at this time, Grom's right hand had already tightly grasped Muradin's wrist. Although Muradin was adept at wielding two two-handed weapons, his left hand was not as agile and powerful as his right. Blocked by Grom, Muradin's axe blade not only failed to disembowel the orc, but it was unable to even inch in and cut off his arm.

Of course, Muradin's right hand also had a right hand, and as soon as his right hand, which had been paralyzed by the shock in the fierce confrontation just now, regained his intuition, Muradin swung the hammer and smashed it into Grom's chest. As long as he is hit by this heavy hammer, Grom will definitely pay the price of death.

Grom was powerless to resist by this point—his left hand was nearly cut off; His right hand was about to grapple with Muradin's left wrist, and with a slight relaxation, the huge city-destroying axe would cut open his belly. As a result, Grom could only watch as the warhammer struck him in the chest—in this moment, death and Grom were so close.

Of course, a true warrior is not afraid of death. All Grom had in his mind was the regret that he could not wash away the shame of defeat. He rounded his blood-red eyes - a real warrior, daring to face the dripping blood, whether it was the enemy's or his own - the first warrior among the orcs, the greatest warrior of all time, would never close his eyes like a coward and wait for the blade to be added, but to see with his own eyes how the war hammer smashed into his blood-boiling chest!

However, Grom was not so lucky that he could face his own death; At the same time, he was so lucky because he had already won the duel. As Muradin's hammer approached Grom's chest, the blackness quickly faded from his body, and the king of the hill's complexion regained a burgundy pale—the gods descended and ended.

A great tiredness struck Muradin's body, and he had never used the Celestial Descent twice in a row in a single day. After the detachment, the numbness in his muscles, and the tingling in various parts of his body, made him want to fall to the ground, on the grass stained red by the dirty blood of him and the green-skinned dog, and fall into a deep sleep.

But Muradin was not reconciled! Twice, already twice, the gods descended to let him so close to victory in battle, only closely, only closely, to be able to shatter the crumbling chest of this green-skinned dog, to avenge the dwarven warriors who died in battle, for the dwarven civilians who were innocently slaughtered, for the dwarves, humans, and all other races who died in the orc invasion of the entire world of Azeroth!

However, even by such a small amount, Muradin had already missed two opportunities to drink the wine of victory. His small eyes widened reluctantly, and although he tried his best to straighten his spine, he inevitably fell softly. Grom couldn't hold on any longer, letting go of Muradin's left wrist and letting the incapacitated foe fall to the ground, then covering the bleeding wound on his left arm.

Muradin's hammer and city-breaker fell beside him, lying flat on the ground, just as mighty as their once mighty masters. Unwilling to look at the orc crumble again, Muradin looked at the city—I'm sorry, kid, but I still haven't kept my promise...... I only hope that the people on the city wall will pay attention and not let the child see the bloody scene when his head is cut off by the enemy. Muradin muttered to himself, his heavy eyelids finally merged, and the brave man of the dwarven race, the current king of the hill, fell unconscious in a pool of blood mixed with his own and his enemies.

Grom grinned, feeling that the battle had been so dangerous. Although the pain in his left arm didn't concern him, he was just a little bit closer to losing his left arm forever. What does the loss of a hand mean for a warrior? Grom thought of the Broken Hand Clan chief who remained in the world of Draenor, Kargas Bladefist.