"Cowardice? Wait and see. Fu Hang replied to Cogle, and hurriedly turned his gaze to the battlefield below.

The Burning Legion of Morosalan has been hand-to-hand with the orc soldiers of the Warsong Clan.

Fuhang could clearly see that the bloated demon with a two-headed giant sword was Manolos. He stood on a high slope, and his demonic forces stood right in front of him.

Due to the high altitude of the flight, coupled with the turbulent air flow in the air, the sound of the wind in the ears is too difficult, so it is too difficult to hear the conversation below. However, Fuhang could use the telescope given to him by Gazruwe to see how the fight was going down there.

Looking down from the air, the orcs of the Warsong Clan and the demons of the Burning Legion are equal in number. This time, Grom pulled out all of the elite soldiers of the Warsong Clan. In the ranks of soldiers, the Warsong Clan is not inferior to the Burning Legion.

"It's you again, orc. This time, you're not so lucky. Manolos raised his double-headed sword, despying the grom in front of him.

Grom raised the roar of blood in his hand and roared, "Manolos, I vouch in the name of the clan that Morosalam is your burial place. ”

"Good, good." Manolos said disdainfully.

As the Lord of the Abyss, he never took the orcs in front of him seriously.

"Roar!" The orcs of the Warsong Clan wielded their great axes and waited for the chief's orders.

The air around them slowly became viscous, and the bloody atmosphere mixed with it made all the soldiers feel high. The orc soldiers of the Warsong Clan have a characteristic, that is, they become more and more brave in battle, and the smell of blood can make them exert 100% of their strength.

"Kill!" At Grom's order, the orc soldiers rushed towards the Burning Legion in one go.

Manolos was indifferent: "Let these bastards taste the flames of the Burning Legion." ”

The orc soldiers are evenly matched with the forces of the Burning Legion. Then the victory of this battle will greatly depend on the battle of the leaders. That is, the battle of Manolos with Grom and Sarufar.

In terms of physical shape, Manolos was dozens of times larger than Grom and Sarufar. The two orc leaders stood in front of Manolos like two dolls.

In fact, in Manolos' eyes, these two orc leaders were dolls.

"Old general, after you attack, I will attack front." Grom gave Sarufar a look, and the two orcs turned into front and back, carefully surrounding Manolos, looking for an opportunity to attack.

But Manolos didn't want to give them this opportunity, Thorn of Doom!

A slender green light burst out from the double-headed sword in Manolos' hand, transforming into a powerful shockwave that rushed towards Grom.

The sound waves generated by the high-frequency oscillation make the navigation in the air really hear.

Grom quickly ran to the attack.

Such an attack, if you don't dodge it, you can't say it without breaking your bones.

Instead of reaching Grom, the Thorn of Doom rushed into the ranks of the Burning Legion. The abundant power exploded directly, and looking at it like this, at least a hundred demons had been killed by Manolos.

Grom's chest kept rising and falling, and the attack just now somewhat surprised him.

Still, it seems that Grom doesn't want to give Manolos a chance to buffer. God of War Charge.

Grom, who was carrying a bloody roar, had a crack cut behind him.

Grom leaped forward, slashing at Manolos. Manolos flicked his double-headed sword in the air and stabbed the bloody roar in Grom's hand. Powerful energy erupted in this contact.

Sarufar is waiting for such an opportunity, Storm of the Blades!

The spinning greatsword struck Manolos' body frantically. Green blood filled the greatsword in Sarufar's hand.

"Mortals, if you dare to offend the gods like this, you will all die!"

Decaying Roar!

Grom and Sarufar were shocked out at the same time.

Evil Impact!

Endless flames erupted from beneath Manolos, encircling Grom and Sarufar. The scorching flames raged through the bodies of the two orcs, and the situation was quite bad.

Manolos was really angry, and Manolos was seriously getting serious, but he was only weak with Akmund's existence.

Blade Combo!

A high-frequency wave of green light swung out from the double-headed sword again, but this time, it wasn't a wide blaster. A shockwave resembling an aperture spread out from the periphery of Manolos. Sealed the positions of Grom and Manolos.

Fuhang was dumbfounded: Damn, why is this Manolos so rebellious, how should I do this.

The whistling shock wave was already close at hand.

"Elemental power at my beckon!"

A tall figure appeared on the high slopes of Morosaland, and the surging earth elemental quickly enveloped Grom and Sarufar.

A huge raised hand made of earth elementals tightly bound Grom and Sarufar.

Not only that, but the hammer of destruction was thrown from Thrall's hands, and the target was none other than Manolos.

With the power of thunder, the hammer of destruction fell on Manolos's body alive. Manolos was knocked back a few steps, interrupting his spell casting at the same time.

"Another crumb, today, I will mourn you together!"

Manolos had never been attacked so much before in Azeroth, and for the last time in his mind. Because, the orcs in front of them all have to die.

"It's good that it's not too late." Sal breathed a sigh of relief.

Damn, Sal is here too. It's a good time, Fuhang was so nervous that he raised his throat. As in the case just now, if Sal didn't come, the Warsong Clan would definitely be wiped out.

Suddenly, the sky throbbed. A green circle appeared in the sky, and bits of evil energy surged over Manolos's body. The power of evil continued to resonate, and the power of Manolos began to emerge in earnest.

The skyrim has changed color, what a force it is. "Miscellaneous people, let me show you, the real Burning Legion."

Mighty Impact!

This time, the shock wave is no longer a whistling force. The powerful impact force made the airships that supported the navigation deflect.

Not to mention the destructive power of the giant impact itself, even the residual power derived from it is already comparable to that of a hurricane.

Break the gods!

Grom picked up the blood roar again, and used his strength to confront the massive impact head-on.

The power of the god of war forcibly cut the shockwave of the great impact in half. The scattered force spread out to the surroundings. Grom stood still, his armor shattered.