Grom Hellroar rode atop his tall and majestic wolf, the hair on his head rising and falling with the wolf's rapid advance, and his yellow eyes scanning everything in the forest. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

He was excited and relieved at this time, and it turned out to be a wise choice to have Orgrim Doomhammer as the Grand Chief of the Orc Horde, a wise and strong orc who had all the Orcs in his hands in a single day, and had everything in order - including Gul'dan and his Warlocks of the Shadow Council.

This gives Grom the confidence to charge forward without worrying about a fire in the backyard. He happily accepted the order to pursue the remnants of the human coalition and open the way for the orc army as the vanguard, and what excited him the most was to be able to fight the orc slayer - Edward Lee!

Grom believed that the remnants of humanity who were dragging their tired bodies back would not escape their pursuit, and that the wolves, though unfit for muddy terrain, were certainly much faster than the remnants of humans who lacked horses.

Grom's conjecture was quickly verified, and the remnants of humanity had left many traces along the way, and the presence of Edward, a master of jungle concealment, could only show that the remnants of humanity were exhausted.

However, Grom's excitement did not last long, and suddenly there was a commotion in front of the orc vanguard army, which was a scream, both orcs and wolves.

Grom suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart, and he shouted a loud roar to order the vanguard to stop advancing, and ran up with a wolf himself.

The front of the forward army was miserable, one by one the strong orcs were removed from the wolves, rolled into a ball with their mounts, and the orc troops in the rear could not stop the car due to inertia, and they trampled on these fallen cavalry fiercely. If it weren't for Commander Grom's timely stop, and the wolf's flesh was not enough to trample the strong orcs, maybe many orc cavalry and wolves would have been trampled to death.

Even so, these orcs who were thrown so hard that they could not afford to be seriously injured, and they were simply unable to continue to participate in the war.

The corners of Grom's mouth twitched, and he jumped off his wolf seat to check.

He soon spotted an anomaly on the ground. The path trodden out by the orcs was covered with thick fallen leaves, and underneath the fallen leaves were very thin but very tough rattans, the withered yellow and green of the vines, which camouflaged this simple trap so well that it was impossible to detect their existence without looking closely.

Grom glanced at the long road ahead, and was very embarrassed.

This dense forest is too good for setting traps, and if they dismount and slowly break the trap and move forward, it will undoubtedly leave time for the remnants of the human army to retreat. But if he continued to move forward despite the casualties, he didn't know how many traps were waiting for him in this dim and lush dense forest.

Just as Grom was in a dilemma, there was a sound of soothing in the dense forest in the distance, and a dense rain of arrows skillfully cut through the branches of the trees and covered the orc vanguard. Two of the arrows were particularly dazzling, one wrapped in gale and the other wrapped in holy light, and shot at Grom at the same time.

Grom's heart jumped, and he quickly rolled on the ground, dodging the two deadly arrows, but the other orcs were not so quick to react, and in a wail, they fell.

"Ambush soldiers!Stand back!Raise your shield!," Grom roared, picking up a shield that had seriously wounded an orc.

However, as soon as the orcs prepared for their defenses, the rain of arrows stopped, and the sound of the soo resounded in the dense forest, and gradually faded away.

Grom was furious, but he had no one to vent his anger on. From this wave of attacks, he could see that there were two powerful generals on the other side, one of which must be the one who gave him a lot of headaches, and the other was probably a guy with long ears.

The other party's practice of leaving a bunch of traps in front of them with one blow also gave Grom a lot of headaches, and God knows when this group of humans hiding in the shadows will give them another hard blow.

The purpose of this wave of attacks was already obvious, which was to stop their orc vanguard and give the remnants of humanity more time to retreat.

"How daring! Edward the Slayer, you have to come out and fight me!" Grom roared, but the only answer was the deep forest.

Grom slammed his shield into the mud and stomped on it with his massive feet.

"Blood and glory!orc warriors, the remnants of humanity are ahead!Scatter forward, do not fear these cowardly traps!charge!lok'tarogar!"

Grom roared, his voice filled with a bewitching power, as if there was a magic that made all orcs fearless!

This is the chief of the Warsong Clan, inspiring the warriors to charge into battle with the song of battle!

With the Grom Warsong, the orc vanguard rounded the mortally wounded orcs and began to disperse.

However, what made Grom feel unrelieved was that he almost fell into a trap himself as he moved forward!

It was a lasso hidden between the branches, just high enough for the chieftain who jumped up to avoid the trap on the ground to put his head in!

But he dodged, and the orcs who had been following the Warsong Chief were not so lucky. The orc cavalry behind Grom was hung in the air by this lasso, and the huge inertia tightened his thick neck, making him almost suffocate and decapitate!

Even if the orc cut the noose, it was only able to make the orc fall and lie on the ground and cough violently.

As the orcs scattered and charged, they found that the jungle was like a demon, stimulating their nerves at all times. All kinds of traps emerge one after another, in the air, on the ground, smashing, protruding, etc., making them unguardable!

What frightened them even more was that the human troops in ambush in the dense forest would harass them with a rain of arrows all the time, making them constantly reduce their numbers.

As Grom led the vanguard through the area, he suddenly felt a familiar wave of mana.

A small, delicately styled wooden stake was suddenly inserted into their path, and the elemental spirits of the jungle were answering someone's call, gathering magical power on this small stake.

"Stop moving now!" Grom shouted the order, but it was apparently too late.

Vines protruded from the ground and wrapped around the wolf's feet and necks, causing the orcs to tumble from their mounts as they charged quickly to escape the terrifying trap.

Suddenly, the orc vanguard army turned on their backs, and the Warsong Chieftain who rushed to the front was also thrown out by the huge inertia.

Unable to control his body in the air, Grom saw in horror the ground that greeted them—a huge pit filled with sharp wooden spikes!

Warsong Chief let out an unwilling roar, and then felt a sharp pain in the left shoulder of his body. Immediately afterwards, the orcs who were thrown away in the rear also pressed on his body, letting out bursts of heart-rending screams.

Before the orcs could free themselves from the fear of the chieftain falling into the trap, a rain of arrows covered them again, and this time the rain of arrows was a rocket!

The target of this rocket was the orcs who had fallen into the trap, and as the orcs in the trap let out a continuous scream, the dense forest soon began to fill the dense forest with the smell of meat!

The pursuing Warsong vanguard was in chaos, and without Grom's orders, some searched for water, some shouted loudly to rescue the chief, and some were helpless, but none of them dared to continue the charge!

A roar of rage came from the pit, and Grom toppled the orcs above him, pulled out the wooden thorns from his shoulders, and leaped out of the flames. His huge body on fire rolled around the muddy ground, and after extinguishing the flames on his body with muddy water, he stared ahead with an angry gaze.

"Damn...... Damn Edward the Slayer!" Grom roared, "You won this battle today, but one day I'll let you know how good my Warsong Clan is!"