The green Evil Bomb arced in a dazzling arc across the sky, mercilessly blasting at Grom's sentry post. The impact of the explosion staggered the retreating Warsong soldiers.

But none of the Warsong Clan's soldiers were disorganized by this. Because, behind them, there are two pillars of the Warsong Clan, doing the work of the queen for them.

The soldiers of the Burning Legion soon invaded the outpost. When they saw that there were only two people facing their army. A sporadic flash of fire officially ignited the anger in their hearts. This is naked contempt. The Burning Legion, under the belt of the fallen Titan Sargeras, has taken over countless planets and destroyed countless populations.

Now, on such an inconspicuous planet, there are two lifeless creatures who dare to defy the Burning Legion in such contempt. A mortal sin!

Roaring, roaring, these minions of the Burning Legion, whispering and resonating with each other in their unique voices. Hellfire Guardians, Cerberus, and Voidwalkers slowly gathered. Together, they rushed towards these two deadly orcs.

The red hellhound, baring its long and narrow fangs, quickly rushed to the front. Straight to the blocker in front of him. This is how these swift, ferocious hellhounds tear apart the prey that appears in their eyes.

Grom and Sarufar roared at the same time, their muscles swelling at the same time. The giant axe in his hand trembled slightly, as if it carried an extraordinary power.

"Chief, let the lives of these outsiders come to pay tribute to our brothers who died in battle, and let their blood comfort the souls of our dead soldiers." Sarufar's grief was even more tinged with anger. The Warsong Clan, and indeed the entire tribe, the life of every soldier is very important. Every general is responsible for the lives of his soldiers.

Both Salafar and Grom had the same thing in mind, that is, to kill more enemies and make the dead tribal warriors die more honorably.

"Let these stupid outsiders taste the steel axe blades of our tribe."

A heavy roar of blood caused a fierce roar in the air. With Grom's unique god of war powers. With a swing of the axe, he cut the rushing hellhound in two. Gruntling green blood stained the roar of blood, making the weapon even more powerful.

Sarufar's power is not inferior to that of Grom, and as one of the high-ranking commanders of the Warsong Clan, Sarufar can also be compared to a god of war.

A roar, the double-edged greataxe in Sarufar's hand. Like a brute hammer, it slammed into the incoming Hellfire Guards. The sparks produced by the violent impact filled the surrounding air. With this pause, the old general Sarufar showed his flexible side. Even in his old age, Salfar never considered himself an old orc, and in his own eyes, he was still a brave and warlike High Overseer of the Tribe.

The swift figure shuttles through the tall Hellfire Guardians. It seems to be brutal and rushes, but in fact it comes with flexible slashing skills. The double-edged giant axe in Sarufar's hand slashed the torsos of more than a dozen Hellfire Guardians.

If, the weapon in Sarufar's hand was replaced with a sword blade, then the current Sarufar is more like a sword master. A sword master with a nimble body but a skilled wielding of strength.

The tribal soldiers had slowly withdrawn from the sight of the two orc leaders. Finished swinging the last great axe. Sarufar pulled out a small whistle from his waist.

A long sound, similar to a long wolf howl. Two howling wolves rushed from the jungle.

"The soldiers have almost withdrawn, let's withdraw too, and fight these mongrels to the death another day." Sarufar grabbed Grom. Send the howling wolf's bolt into Grom's blood-stained hand.

The scars on the bodies of the two orc leaders are countless. In this battle, they are not impregnable. It was only after Grom stepped onto the howling wolf that the muscles in his arms softened.

The sound of violent wheezing drowned out the whistling wolf's whistling. Sarufar and Grom rode the howling wolf to the Warsong Lumberyard to the west. At this time, the sunset was still ending, and the dusk sunset stained the two orcs.

Grom was a little touched, he lay on the back of the howling wolf, and said with rare touch: "After so many years of fighting, participating in countless wars, for the benefit of different leaders, there has never been such a smooth feeling as today. This is a real war, a real battle for the defense of Azeroth without intrigue. Perhaps, you and I will both be like today's sunset, and the curtain will always end. ”

Sarufar laughed, grabbed the wolf's bolt, and leaned over to Grom's side. Holding down Grom's solid shoulder, he said, "The next generation of the tribe will definitely be better than us." When the war is over, we'll get Garrosh back and let him have a good experience. ”

Speaking of Garrosh, Grom's face was fatherly kind. "I've changed my mind, this stinky boy, don't follow Woking, the good old man, I'm going to let him follow Fuhang, this young and outstanding human."

"Fuhang? It is not known what he will do after the war. I hope that in the future, this young human with a strong sense of justice will not be our enemy. ”

Grom shook his head when he was coming, and said sharply: "If we are enemies, our tribe will crush him directly." lest he scheming us. ”

"Haha. You Grom have people to fear, too. Sarufar laughed.

"It's not fear, it's appreciation." Grom said smugly.

The two leaders rushed to the end of the sunset, talking and laughing, and night came.

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Warsong Lumberyard.

The Great Chief Camp.

"Great Chief, the elven army has arrived at the Broken Wood Sentry and is rushing to our aid." The herald saluted Sal

"Who is the general leading the team?" Thrall was intrigued by the general, and wondered if it was still Vandal Deerhelm.

"Tyrande: Style."

Thrall had heard Hamuel introduce it before. This priestess is the leader of the Night Elves. This time, he personally came to oversee the army and face the Burning Legion, which shows the importance that the Night Elves attach to this battle.

Thrall picked up the hammer of destruction from the weapon rack. Prepare to meet the leader of the elves.

According to the information sent from the front, Thrall also expected that there would be a huge battle in the next few days, which would be fought at the Warsong Lumber Yard.