Grom let out a low roar of excitement and turned on the mirror split, and the two Grom rushed towards the Ogre Chief at the same time.

The Ogre Chieftain first had a hint of doubt in his eyes, but then he swept it straight away, ready to smash both Groms at the same time.

A flash of red light flashed in Grom's eyes, and he let the mirror image be shattered, and he didn't dodge, but directly used a fatal blow to burst out his fighting spirit, and slashed at the swinging iron rod with an axe, preparing to have a hard encounter with the ogre chief to see whose power was stronger.

Sal in the distance waved the war hammer a little anxiously, the power of the ogre is already huge, and the ogre chief is a whole level higher than Grom, so Grom will definitely suffer if he fights it together.

But now there is no one who can stop their duel.

'Ding'

As the tomahawk and the iron rod collided, Grom's hands erupted, and some of the tiger's jaws even cracked due to overexertion, leaving drops of blood, and his feet sank deep into the ground, and he was constantly pushed backwards, leaving a long mark.

When the ogre chief saw that Grom was not knocked out by himself as expected, a trace of hideousness flashed across his face, and he pressed the iron rod towards Grom with all his might.

Grom felt the strength in his hands getting heavier and heavier, and the cracks on the tiger's mouth gradually expanded due to excessive force, and his body was pressed into the ground little by little.

With a hideous and disdainful smile on the ogre chieftain's face, he slowly pressed down the huge iron rod in his hand, Grom gritted his teeth, let out a slight growl in his throat, and his eyes began to turn red little by little.

Thrall, who was in the distance, saw that the situation was not good, and dared to go over in a hurry, wanting to help Grom, but unfortunately he was destined to run for nothing.

Several violent fighting spirits began to surround Grom's body, and these fighting spirits stayed by his side for a long time, and their numbers began to increase more and more.

The Ogre Chieftain's iron rod was first opened by a collision with the blood roar, and then it was cut by these fighting spirits, making strange and piercing sounds, and rubbing and colliding on the edge of the iron rod.

The iron rod turned into a notched Linlin stick, and the ogre chief roared a little distressed, this huge iron rod He still inherited the weapon of the previous chief, if it is destroyed, I am afraid it will be difficult to repair it for a long time, who knows that the tribe has wood and that dog mongrel will break through to challenge his position.

However, the distress quickly turned into hatred and a hint of fear for Grom, and the ogre chief first pulled the iron rod back into the air, ready to smash Grom into meat sauce.

Grom felt a light in his hand, looked up and roared at the ogre chief who was about to swing the iron rod, and his whole body began to spin rapidly.

As Grom swirled, the fighting energy around him began to grow more and more violent.

The Ogre Chieftain's eyes flashed with fear and rage, but instead of backing down, he slammed the iron rod he raised, trying to smash Grom, who was unleashing the storm of blades, into meat sauce.

'Squeak Squeak'

The iron rod swung down heavily, and began to fight against the violent fighting spirit in the storm, and then was turned into iron filings.

Seeing that the iron rod in his hand was actually torn into iron filings little by little in this high-speed rotating storm, the ogre chief not only did not fear, but was stimulated by the fierce battle in his boiling blood.

The Ogre Chief roared, gathering the ogre's strange fighting spirit into his fist, and the punch struck like a storm of Grom.

The blade storm that could shatter iron rods was hard to compete with this huge fist that looked extremely rough.

Seeing that Grom was about to be hit by that huge fist, the power of the storm suddenly began to increase, making it difficult for the fist to enter.

Thrall, who was rushing to the scene, was shocked that Grom actually wanted to break through the limit of his own strength at the critical moment of unleashing the storm of blades, and if the breakthrough failed, then Grom was likely to die at the hands of the Ogre Chieftain.

Thrall couldn't help but roar, jumped off the wolf with all his might, and rushed towards Grom with all his fighting spirit.

Seeing that the Tough Storm was getting stronger and stronger, cutting everything around him to pieces, the ogre chief protected his whole body with his fighting energy, trying to support Grom's fighting energy until it ran out.

Grom's eyes had completely turned red, and the fighting spirit in his whole body continued to explode, and gradually, Grom's fighting spirit not only did not weaken, but intensified greatly.

The fighting spirit on the ogre chieftain could not protect his entire body, and streaks of blood appeared on his huge and ugly body.

Grom's blood roar also slowly turned blood red, and it was filled with Grom's powerful fighting spirit.

'Roar'

'Roar'

With two loud roars, Grom slashed the bloody roar full of fighting energy in his hand like the ogre chief in a high-speed spin, and the sword qi generated by the blade storm on the side also slid towards the ogre chieftain's huge body at the same time.

At the same time, Thrall picked up in the rear, raising his hammer of destruction high and smashing it into the head of the ogre chieftain.

The two of them actually broke through to the third-order realm at the same time under pressure, and the ogre chief wanted to dodge the two weapons that attacked.

But the fighting energy generated by the blade storm held him firmly in place, unable to move.

When Grom and Thrall attack, the head of the Ogre Chieftain, who has no power to resist, is smashed to pieces, and his body is split in half by the onrushing Grom.

The two orc leaders passed by, but the ogre chief in the middle was completely out of breath.

The morale of the troll and ogre coalition on the side was not reduced by the death of the leader, and due to their numerical superiority, they were able to faintly suppress the Destruction Warhammer.

Thrall suddenly raised his head to the sky and roared, and the ground around him began to shake slowly.

Some of the outer ogres and trolls looked at the vibrating spot on the side, only to see orcs riding gray wolves coming out of the forest not far away, rushing towards the battlefield.

One of the trolls shouted, 'They have an ambush, it's wolf cavalry, wolf cavalry is coming to attack us.' ’

A smile appeared on Thrall's face, he had already prepared for a surprise attack on the battlefield if the combined forces of ogres and trolls insisted on going to war.

If the wolf cavalry is allowed to attack them head-on, it will be easy to be blocked by the ogre in front of them, and if they lose their impact power and agile speed, I am afraid that the combat effectiveness of the wolf cavalry will be far reduced.

And now it has become a melee, and it is easy for the wolf cavalry to reap the fruits from it.

Sure enough, after seeing a large number of wolf cavalry in the distance, the courage of the ogres and trolls on the periphery to fight had been lost, and with a strange scream, many ogres and trolls on the periphery began to flee.

The Hammer of Doom in the battlefield did not pursue and entangle, allowing some ogres and trolls on the periphery to escape, and the pressure on the combined forces of ogres and trolls surrounded inside increased greatly.

The wolf cavalry who were rushing also divided half of their team to pursue the ogre troll alliance that fled away, and the rest continued to rush to help.

As the wolf cavalry entered the battlefield, the leaders of the coalition army slaughtered almost all of Grom and Thrall, and the entire alliance of ogres and trolls began to be in chaos and completely fell into a state of disadvantage.

Thrall no longer began to unleash the grace of lightning chains and lightning balls on the wolf, but instead raised his warhammer to kill all sides, and his combat power was not much different from that of Grom, who was a sword master.

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Looking at the completely collapsed ogre and troll alliance in front of him, Thrall quickly began to gasp, and fought a big battle, although he broke through to the third order, but the consumption of him was still very large.

Behind him, Grom looked disdainfully at the combined forces of ogres and trolls being hunted down by the wolf cavalry, "These cowards should all be wiped out." ’

Thrall shook his head, "Most of the rest of the camp are old, weak, sick and disabled, and there are not many people who have fled back, so I don't think they will be rejected at this time." ’

Grom raised the blood roar in his hand, 'Why do you have to recruit these cowards now, we should destroy them.' ’

Before Thrall could reply, Karin on the side took over, "They are part of our orc clan after all, and we have a lot of ogres and trolls under our command, Brother Grom, calm down, put away your battle axe, and aim it at the more powerful enemy." ’

Thrall nodded, "Yes, Grom, be calm, you're too involved in the fight, this war is over, we're victorious, we should build up our strength and return these lost creatures to our glory." ’

Grom slowly lowered the axe, the red light in his eyes slowly receding, and he seemed to be a little tired and in place.

Today, he first killed strong enemies everywhere, and then fought against the Ogre Chief who crossed one of his great realms, killed him after breaking through, and then used his strength that had just broken through to fight the Quartet.

He didn't feel tired even to the last drop of blood when his blood was boiling, but now that he has withdrawn from his battle form, he suddenly feels his physical exhaustion.

Thrall's eyes never took his eyes off the battlefield he was pursuing in the distance, but he seemed to know about Grom's situation.

'Musaro, take Grom down and rest.' ’

'Yes, Chief. ’

Shadowhunter Musaro first put a medical wave on Grom and Thrall and the others, and then took the somewhat tired Grom down to rest.

It was quiet, and only the cries and wails of the distant battlefield could be heard in the distance.

Thrall spoke suddenly, "Karin, where do you say this is, it shouldn't be Calumdor or Azeroth. ’

Carlin shook his bull's head, 'I don't know, but I know we're here to help our master. ’

Thrall's gaze was tinged with wisdom and a hint of deep weariness, 'Yes, we're here to help our master, and I don't know why, but I don't feel like this is our world anymore. ’

Carlin forked his axe on the ground and sat down, 'Perhaps, you are so wise, you can communicate between the earth and the sky, only you can lead us out of suffering, and I am sure you will not be wrong this time.' ’

Thrall did the same, "But I can't afford to betray anything, maybe our whole race has been assimilated, we are orcs who seek freedom and blood, why did we become like this." ’

Carlin stretched out his big rough hand and patted Sal on the shoulder, "It's okay, people of other races are here too, I think I'm afraid we're all like that, but nothing is irresistible so far." ’

Thrall looked up at the sky, "Well, everything has changed, I don't know if it's good or bad, I feel like I don't have any goals now, no people to protect, no people to rescue, just like an empty body, only carrying out the orders that have been issued." ’

'Haha,' Carlin burst out laughing, "don't do that, old man, aren't we going to get our former orc compatriots back now, albeit in a somewhat violent way." ’

''Well,'' Sal sighed, 'maybe so, hopefully nothing else will happen.'' ’

The distant fighting had subsided, perhaps because the enemy had been killed, or perhaps the tribe had surrendered under Thrall's men.

Thrall and Carlin sat on the ground, pondering the future of their own people.

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Anyway, I've always liked Sal Da in Warcraft.,Although I haven't read any novels about his plot.,But I've played a lot of self-created battles.,I really don't know why I admire Sal like this.。

In fact, Xiao Qi's favorite is Sal and Arthas and Yudian, the plot of these three people will not be less, and the others have not thought about it for the time being, if you have any good opinions, you can leave a message or tell Xiao Qi in the group, whether it is the book review area or the private poke Xiao Qi will reply.

Of course, there are still a few side stories, and it's also for the needs of the plot, so you can't just use a sentence to go out and develop to make other legions far away from the protagonist stronger.