The first enemy to come within his range of attack was shouting inarticulate slogans. The roar of blood slashed at his neck, slicing through his tendons, flesh, and bones with ease and smoothness. His head had dropped, his mouth still the same as when he had roared, the foam from his lips mixed with blood. Although the orc tried to wield his hammer before he fell, it was clearly useless. The green body fell, blood splattering onto Grom's face. For him, it was just a warm rain of blood. He grinned, sticking out his tongue and licking the blood of the enemies on his lips. Now those bone-chewing orcs have one less member.

All around him, all the Warsong Orcs were slaughtering the Bone Chewers with all their might. Normally, the Bone Chewing Orc's might be enough to make any enemy tremble and fear, but Grom was prepared for it.

He had warned his people, "They are like wild beasts." They are strong and savage, and they know nothing; It's pain. But they also have little judgment, and they often don't understand the importance of alignment, sometimes even without thinking about the consequences at all. They only attack the enemy out of instinct. You're so much better off in comparison. Concentrate your attention, keep an eye on your surroundings, and work together with your brothers and we will be able to catch them like the wind blowing the grass. And so all the warriors began to cheer. Now it seemed that his people could still take his words to heart, but he himself did not know when they would be overtaken by the bloodlust and fanaticism in his blood, making them put aside their sanity and strategy. Like the bone-chewing orcs of today, they only know how to fight.

In Grom's heart. He could already feel the warm exhilaration. The feeling made his heart skip a beat. It's full of power. When the Roar of Blood sliced an orc straight from shoulder to hip once more, Grom felt the pleasure and anger in his heart almost reach its full point. He had almost lost his mind and had lost all judgment. Now he only wanted to succumb to that power, to let himself be drunk in the song of battle, to lose himself in the joy of death, ruin, and victory.

But he won't. He's none other than Grom Hellroar, the chief of the Warsong Clan. He has his duties. And this duty requires him to perform it with a calm mind.

He noticed some movement in front of him. An orc of craftsmen in front of him lifted one of his clansmen and threw it at the group of Warsong warriors gathered in front of him. He then grabbed an orc who had fallen to the ground and twisted one of his arms to use as a makeshift "war hammer" that was still dripping with blood. That's who Grom was looking for. Trying to close the gap between the two, Warsong Chief began slashing at all the bone-chewing orcs in the middle of his path, and motioned for his Warsong brethren to make way for him. Finally, he and the orc could talk almost face-to-face.

"Halkan!" He shouted, roaring blood to clear a clearing. The sound of a bloody roar breaking through the sky resounded across the battlefield. "Halkan, Skullsplitter!"

"Grom!" The Bone Chew Chief shouted back. Holding up the arm in his hand, which was still twitching. "Look, I've got your Warsong Orcs in my hands! That's only part of it. Halkan laughed, spat splashing in his mouth.

"Halkan, give up, if you don't surrender, I'll kill all the bone-chewing orcs!" Grom asked.

Halkan raised the severed arm in his hand in response, and beside him, many of the bone-chewing orcs fell silent, waiting to see what their leader had to say. He said unexpectedly calmly, "Do you really think we're afraid of death?" ...

"I know you're not afraid. But if you have the opportunity to slaughter humanity on the continent of Azeroth now, why would you waste your youth and kill us here?"

The Skullsplit's head tilted slightly, "Azeroth, I said Grom, don't you remember? He laughed, and from that smile he could see that he had many broken teeth. "Hah, could it be because you never had a chance to set foot in Azeroth and make you stupid?"

As if he had been struck on the head, Grom's eyes suddenly turned red. He wished he could wipe his sarcasm off his face, and it would be better if he could wipe it with a roar of blood. But he knew that Halkan was only stimulating him. So he did his best to suppress the anger that had erupted in his own few generals.

He retorted, "You're not just the same as you don't have a chance. Grom gritted his teeth so that he wouldn't shout the words out loud. "But now we have a chance. Neozu says he can open the Dark Gate once more, and the Horde can return to that world to continue our unfinished business and conquer Azeroth. ”

Halkan laughed, at first as a low one, then as a shrill laugh. "Naozu, that damn old shaman, he made a mess of us, and he ran away and hid. And now he wants us to do his bidding again? Again, what do we get out of it?"

"A chance to slaughter humanity—a chance to slaughter a lot of humanity, a chance to win glory, and a chance to conquer that very rich land." He pointed around. Unlike most of Draenor, Nagrand is as lush as ever, perhaps because the belligerent bone-chewing orcs don't have any problems with warlocks. Still, Grom is sure that the entire Bone Chewing Clan is just as eager for a new enemy as the rest of the orcs.

"So what do we need to do?" Halkan asked, still holding the severed arm of the Warsong orc in his hand. Grom's eyes narrowed slightly, and he thought that maybe the Skullsplitter had finally recovered his sanity from his bloodthirsty control. He'd lost several good warriors today, and it would be nice if he could win over the Skullsplits without endangering the lives of the other Warsong people. He didn't see his people being torn to shreds, and there was nothing he could do about it.

"Two things. First of all, you and your people need to pledge your loyalty to Neozu, follow his orders, and fight alongside the other clans, not fight each other. ”

Halkan snorted, "If you can find us other enemies, we won't care about the rest of you. He assured.

"You're sure to have enough enemies, and you'll be too busy by then. Grom assured him. Once again, he clenched his tomahawk, for he did not think that Halkan would accept the request lightly. "Naozu needs something. Then he pointed.

Halkan looked down, and he looked confused. But when he realized that Grom was referring to the skeleton hanging from his neck, he frowned. It was an orc head, white from years of exposure to the air, with a deep chisel in the middle of the bone.

Chief Chew Bone said, "No. I can't give this to him. He placed a hand on the ornament, as if to protect it. "This is no ordinary head, this is the skull of Gul'dan. ”

"Are you really that sure?" Grom replied, hoping to make the other person start to question in his heart. "I've heard he's died in Azeroth. ”

"That's true," Halkan replied. "According to others, he was torn to pieces by a demon on an island that he had risen from the bottom of the sea. In fact, he died from his own pride and conceit and his own quest for power. He laughed. "But at least one of the orc warlocks who was with him survived. He escaped from the temple. On his way out, he found Guldan's body, which was torn to pieces. The Skullsplitter shrugged and continued, "Even if it's a dead body, the remnants, especially his head, still have energy, or at least that's what the warlock thinks. So he returned with the skull of Gul'dan. He laughed and said, "Haha, in the end Gul'dan returned to Draenor. ”...

Grom asked, "And how did you get it?"

Halkan shrugged his shoulders again and said, "There was a warrior who killed it and took the head for himself. Or if there are other fighters in between, it doesn't matter. The important thing is that when I saw it, I knew it was mine, and now it's here. He smiled and said, "Also, I'm not going to leave it." Not for Naozu, not for anyone. ”

Grom nodded, "I understand. ”

He suddenly began to attack, and his movements were so light. As he leaped forward, the blood roar had already cut through. But Halkan is also an experienced fighter, and he has a rare idea of clarity right now. He stepped to the side, the axe's air-shattering blow over his shoulder. He spun around and punched Grom in the cheek with his shockingly large fist, causing him to feel a sharp pain. Harkan picked up the hammer dropped by one of the orcs he had just killed and roared towards Hell. Grom flashed aside, the hammer just a fraction of a second from his chest. Grom struck again with a bloody roar in hand, and the axe slashed the upper part of Halkan's right arm, slicing open his flesh.

Grom was well aware of the existence of the orcs gathered around him. They are all anxiously waiting to see who will win the duel. Grom knew he couldn't be distracted by the outcome of the contest, let alone whether he would win, all he could know was focus on the fight. (To be continued......)

Chapter 222: The Duel of the Warriors.

Chapter 222: The Duel of the Warriors: