Bang dang......

The monstrous greatsword leaped on the ground, its exaggerated weight and sharp blades leaving one crater after another on the ground. As for its owner, Lanloth, it can be said that he is embarrassed at the moment.

The pitch-black robe was in tatters again, and hideous scars spread all over his upper body, and even with the help of the High Regeneration, the scarlet blood still soaked his clothes in large swaths.

"You shouldn't be so weak. "Grom was furious. For hunters, the thrill of hunting an adult split-hoofed cow and a cub is very different.

The reason why he was so happy to face this unnecessary duel was because Lanlos had shown great strength in front of him, the power that made his blood boil.

But now, he hasn't warmed up yet, and the other party seems to have exhausted his donkey skills, which is not what he wants.

He hadn't even been able to appreciate the wonderful taste of the power he had gained so long ago.

"Pick up your weapons. Hell Roar did not pursue, but pointed at the other party and let out an indisputable roar, "This is a sacred duel, not a child's house, face me seriously!"

Relieving his breath, Lanlos wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, slowly picked up Domka, and slowly took a defensive stance, the whole action seemed to have no focus on this battle at all.

It's like ...... It's like just getting out of bed......

"You're going to pay for it!" The battle spurred blood and flowed through the veins like flames, and the burning rage washed over his brain, and Grom couldn't take it anymore, and he picked up the blood and roared and leaped forward.

The huge force bounced the orc's sturdy body high, and seeing the other party's mighty leap and slash, a flash of sharpness flashed in Lanlos's eyes, and he actually strode back to the boos of the orc spectators.

Rumble!

An axe smashed through a large area of the floor, and Hellroar almost felt like it was about to explode, but without stopping for a moment, he kicked on the top of the axe's handle, raised the roar of blood with all his might, and lunged forward, sweeping the whistling tomahawk away.

Holding his sword against his shoulder, Lanlos hid almost entirely behind the Exterminator. He heard a loud bang, and the force that shook the tiger's mouth almost cracked knocked his thin body far away.

At the same time as he landed, the elven mage kept staggering back, and finally stabilized his body, only to find that the orcs who had launched a charge at an astonishing speed had already come to him. The blood roar tore through the air, and the roar of the wild beast hit the eardrums, slashing down towards his own Heavenly Spirit Cover.

Holding the hilt of the sword, the elven mage's feet quickly bounced up in a strange position.

Woo –

The almost connected blades roared in this space, and the figure of the elf disappeared in an instant in front of everyone's eyes, leaving only the afterimages engraved in the air because of the excessive speed.

The muscles in his arm bulged in an exaggerated manner, and before the blood roar could hit the ground, Grom retracted it in time, and he burst into excited laughter when he felt the greatsword hit the axe one after another.

"Haha, yes, that's it, show your true strength, that's what I'm looking forward to!"

As he roared, Hell Roar gripped the tomahawk and exerted force on his ankles, slamming up with a howling hurricane.

As soon as he landed, Lanlos had to evade it, but because the opponent's timing was too accurate, he couldn't avoid it perfectly.

Woooo

Another scarlet mark stretched across his chest, and the pain and loss of strength made Lanloth frown fiercely. Immediately pulling away, he gripped the greatsword and waited for the regeneration to take effect, keeping an eye on the other party's pursuit.

Whether it's the stunning sword outside the temple of Carabo, or the steady fight now, it is all Lanlos who builds on a good knowledge of Grom Hell's Roar.

That's right, the reason why he fought so obscene was to buy time for Nelly and her ranger troops.

Mak'gora is the most racially colourful tradition of the orcs, and no one can ignore such a feast. After the appearance of Lanloth, most of the orcs in the fortress gathered around here. As long as he dragged Grom, it was equivalent to dragging most of the tribe.

Moreover, he knew that Hellroar was the kind of person who was strong when he was strong, and his indomitable courage and explosive strength were enough for him to do things beyond the imagination of ordinary people. With his potential and talent in combat, Lanlos doesn't think he's going all out to defeat him right now.

Shamefully, he didn't come for victory.

He, like Kil'Gardan, took advantage of the orcs' absolute loyalty to faith and tradition.

The trouble was that the demon's blood had worn away Grom's patience in battle, and in addition to enjoying the desperate fight against powerful enemies, what he wanted to see was the glamorous scarlet scarlet that slew the enemy under the axe.

There was no way for Lanlos to drag it out any longer.

Glancing at the demonic transformation in the status bar, the elven mage involuntarily clenched the hilt of his sword.

Feeling the other party gradually raise his spirits under the threat of death, Hell Roar grinned, revealing an extremely hideous smile, grabbed the axe, and stepped forward......

Call!

Behind them, the brown-green character on the arched building suddenly bloomed with emerald green light, and a twisted vortex of black and green colors quickly emerged as a vast array of chaotic energy surged from the dazzlingly complex array of spells on the base.

This thing had been noticed the moment Lanloth stepped through the gates of the Hellfire Fortress, but he had always thought it was just an ordinary demon portal. As far as he could remember, the Burning Legion had been giving practical assistance since the orcs drank blood, and this kind of thing did not surprise him too much.

But now, his hairs stood on end.

This energy is terrifying......

Even in the Broken Abyss, even in the Well of the Sun, even in Karazan, he had never felt such a violent aura of danger!

How dangerous is it? If you let something cross over the door, he'll die, he'll die!

Without hesitation, while Grom turned around, Lanlos immediately reached into his arms and took out an orange crystal orb.

As the dazzling light rose into the sky, a loud scream came from the distant horizon.

In a short time, the pitch-black clouds were torn apart by the sword-like firelight, and what reflected on the eyes of tens of thousands of orcs was a huge golden-red figure.

Like the scorching sun, like the scorching sun, it almost illuminates the entire Tanaan jungle, which is slightly drowsy because of the haze.

That's it, Rukma!

Lanloth lifted the spell obscuration of the Eye of Rukma, and with this aura of syngeneity, he found a unique 'helper'.

Holding the orb in his hand aloft in his hand, Lanloth's other hand immediately snapped his fingers, and at the same time as casting the oil on the soles of his feet, Elunis also immediately activated the cat's elegant spell scroll. The overall speed was extremely fast, and he turned into an elongated black shadow, instantly leaving the battlefield and rushing into the crowd.

"No, coward!" Grom was so angry that he swung his tomahawk and immediately roared after him.

Unfortunately, his body was too strong to weave through the crowd like Lanlos, and he could only watch as the other party disappeared into his perception.

Chirp –

A sharp roar set off tangible ripples visible to the naked eye in the air, and as the burning eyes fell on the fortress, the orcs suddenly realized that the feeling of fear that they had not experienced for a long time had returned!

Seeing the living sun fall into the sky, the orcs let out a panicked or angry roar, and hurriedly operated the nearest remote device, trying to shoot down the flaming bird that soared in the sky.

Boom!

Just as the crowd was in flames, a scarlet lightning bolt suddenly appeared from the portal. The loud thunder seemed to tear open everyone's eardrums in an instant, and with the terrifying sound of the sky falling, the breath of destruction rushed into the world with unstoppable power, and crashed straight into Rukma's body.

No pain, no screams, not even blood.

The scarlet color filled the entire sky, and in the center of the dazzling sky, the large and beautiful flame creature was like a burst of foam, turning into sparks and gradually scattering. Soon, it was extinguished with the disappearance of the scarlet lightning.

The orcs, who were still preparing in a hurry, were stunned......

"Tremble, mortal. ”

Inside the portal was a thick, powerful palm.

"It's all over. ”

It clasped the side of the portal, as if it wanted to use this power to speed up the speed at which its master's massive body could be brought into the world.

"End, destruction, this world, about to burn!"

Within the twisted vortex, a face that closely resembled Kil'Gardan gradually emerged, the most obvious difference being that he had no horns, and his skin was a dull blue-brown.

"I ......"

Next, a hoof wrapped in metal armor slowly broke through the vortex.

"Akmund, it's coming!"

Rumble!

The whole of Draenor trembled as the demonic hoof stomped on the ground......