The deep wound lost a lot of blood in a short period of time, and almost completely took away Orgrim's strength.

He tried to stand up, but the feeling of weakness that came over him made it impossible for him to control his body at all. The endless exhaustion made him want to do nothing but close his eyes, and he couldn't do anything.

But he didn't, his eyes fluttering, staring motionlessly at the approaching demon. It is filled with resentment that is almost rich to the substance. This battle is completely a one-sided teasing, and there is no honor at all.

Doing his best to take out Lothar, Orgrim is already at the end of his crossbow, and with the strength that Lanloth has shown, he must have a more neat way to solve himself. But he didn't, but instead used himself as a sandbag and performed a one-sided torture to the audience around him.

That's right, the show......

From the way Lanlos looked around and the increasingly satisfied expression, Orgrim understood everything. Of course, he could not tolerate such behavior.

But, the winner is king. At this moment, he can't do anything other than vent his hatred and anger with his eyes.

Lanlos, on the other hand, faced everyone's admiring, horrified or questioning eyes, smiled and walked forward slowly.

"You're mine!"

With a movement in his heart, Lanlos immediately stopped, turned his head sideways to look at the source of the sound.

The hair-tied orc was roaring and wielding his battle axe, the blood-howling echo his thunderous roar, like a tiger and a dragon, rushing towards Lanloth's position with unstoppable might.

What made him angry was that the demon actually looked at him so plainly, and then withdrew his gaze and turned his head.

Without taking himself seriously like this, the eyes of the angry hell roar suddenly turned red, and he picked up the tomahawk and was about to fly.

Boom!

A glimmer of light flashed, and a huge black shadow appeared out of thin air, and by the time Hell Roared back to his senses, the black shadow had already hit his chest with unimaginably large force.

The charge was interrupted, and Grom snorted and stepped back, looking up so that he could see the true face of the dark shadow in front of him. The pitch-black arcane golem, even the marks left on its back by his own blood roar have not had time to be repaired.

Maybe it was left on purpose?

No sooner had the question risen in his mind than the golem moved in a sharp sound of mechanical friction, and its huge fist with an arm shield smashed down mercilessly.

In the face of this oncoming terrifying howl, Hellroar did not panic or dodge, but raised his blood roar to block it, and was actually roaring angrily and preparing to take the golem's attack.

Bang!

The deafening loud bang had a terrible impact, and the flying smoke was shattered before it could spread. As for Grom, who faced this powerful force, he knelt on one knee, his bruised arms clutching the battle axe, carrying the golem's powerful iron fist, and trembling uncontrollably.

His knees sank deep into the ground, and his body fell backwards little by little.

"Don't you think!" Hellroar shouted at the arcane golem's flat head, pouring power into his arms like madness. After a brief pause, only to hear a sharp sound from the mechanical arm, Grom bounced his legs and slammed away the golem's fist.

"Ahh

Before the golem could attack again, Hellroar flipped his wrist and slashed down with his tomahawk.

Boom!

The metal arms embedded in the armshield flew far away, and the hideous sections continued to swell viscous oil and vaporized magical energy.

The force not only cut off the golem's right arm, but also caused its tall body to fall sharply. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Grom picked up his backhand and smashed the tomahawk on the opponent's chest, the scream of the machine exploded instantly, and the golem actually retreated backwards one after another.

Forcing the golem back, Hellroar immediately stepped forward, charging at the demon who had tried to kill the Great Chief.

However, the Golem's greatest advantage is that it can ignore disability to the greatest extent. Seeing that the target was out of his control, the arcane golem immediately crouched down to remove its inertia, and raised its intact left arm in front of it, and the magic circuit in the palm of his hand immediately bloomed with an increasingly dense magical glow.

Sensing the threat, Grom gritted his teeth, flipped his wrist, and threw the tomahawk with a roar.

The heavy weapon roared and spun in the air, hitting the golem's arm accurately and quickly, only to hear a pop, and the deflected mana impact smashed directly into the ground in front of the golem, and the huge amount of dust that splashed up completely engulfed it in the blink of an eye.

On the other side, feeling the Golem's alarm, Lanloth listened to the familiar roar that was rapidly approaching, but his face still maintained that confident and eerie smile.

Turning slowly, his broad wings leaning back slightly, he plunged deep into the ground in a short, shrill whistling sound.

"I've been waiting for you. Eyes that kept rising green fire stared directly at the bundled orc that leapt into the air and swung his fist, Lanlos raised the corners of his mouth and whispered to himself.

Then, before Grom could comprehend the implications, a surging wave of energy surged through Lanloth's body. The chaotic magic of the howling poured into his limbs like a sea of rivers, and the originally well-proportioned muscles suddenly bulged in an extremely exaggerated manner, and the whole person quickly expanded and rose as if inflated.

"Roar!" like a fierce beast from the ancient desolation roaring into the sky, the whole strong man version of Lanlos, who was nearly twice as thick, protected his head with his left hand, and raised the huge fist with his right arm, with a terrifying howl, and met the roar of hell without fear.

Bang!

The heavy pop was fleeting, and the dust swirled in the air. The pitch-black demon didn't move, and the scarlet-eyed bundled orc was thrown high and slammed into the ground.

Lanlos lowered his left arm and shook it in a reluctant. Of course, under the protection of Solarion's hand, he was not harmed at all, but under the pressure of Grom's seemingly infinitely growing power, he was also subconsciously worried about the protective ability of the glove. Fortunately, Guiwei's legendary handguard didn't disappoint him.

On the other hand, it would be miserable.

Lanloth grinned, his arms shook slightly, and under the cover of chaotic magic, inconspicuous pitch-black spikes slowly disappeared into the surface of his skin. In particular, the only stubble on the back of his right hand was a broken section, and wisps of blood were still sliding down on it, and they were quickly licked away by the greedy black flames.

"Uhh Looking at the black spike that almost completely sank into his right chest, his face fell into a momentary dullness. Then came a soaring rage.

Burst!

Driven by the turbulent waves in his chest, the hellish roar could not be suppressed, and directly spat out a large pool of scarlet blood. Stimulated by this action, the brain sent a weak signal to his limbs in an instant.

Seeing the unrivaled Warsong Chief gasping for breath with his hands on the ground, Lanroth glanced at the Arcane Golem who had raised his left arm again, and turned away with an indifferent expression.

Grom slowly raised his head, ignoring the glow of magic that shone brighter in the golem's hand, his scarlet eyes staring at the black demon who grabbed the Great Chief with his grappling palm like a chicken, endless anger mixed with humiliation, almost drowning him completely.

Scold!

Just as he was trying to pull out the spikes with the last of his strength to fight for his life, a sharp whistling suddenly appeared in his ears. Hearing the news, he turned his head and saw a heavily armed orc swinging a battle axe and cutting off the left arm of the golem, and the uncontrolled magical energy exploded in an instant, setting off a dazzling flash of light, and the dust in the sky blocked his sight from throwing at the demon.

"Quick, we've got to get out. Sarufar hurriedly dropped these words, and despite Grom's struggle, he lifted him up, and walked away briskly into the distance.

It was also at this time that the roar of hell was full of sadness and found that the tide of the tribal army had gradually receded.

Ignoring the commotion not far away, Lanloth ignored Orgrim's cold gaze and grabbed his back collar with his palm, slowly lifting him up.

Raising his right arm, Lanloth looked at the terrified orc warriors, opened his mouth, and a thunderous roar spread across the plain amid the enduring cheers of the Alliance soldiers.

"For the Alliance!"