"What have you done to Grommash?!"
Thrall's fingers holding the Doomhammer gradually tightened, and the veins on his strong arms were exposed. It was hard for the warchief to believe that what he saw now was done by his former friend.
The corpses of orcs and elves were scattered among the woods. The long-dead body of Cenarius fell beside Grommash. What made Thrall even more furious was the ugly monster standing behind Grommash.
"Ah hahaha, why, the chief of the tribe also wants to join my army?" Abyss Lord Mannoroth laughed non-stop. The Warsong Orcs did a good job, and the damn demigod is finally dead.
He has observed that the War of the Ancients has brought great trauma to the indigenous demigods of Azeroth. Most of them are no longer active. Getting rid of the obstructive Cenarius will make the arrival of the Legion more powerful. smoothly.
Grommash, as well as the Warsong clan who drank his blood, have been enslaved by the power of the abyss lord. They have now lost their self-awareness and only have the instinct to kill.
"Monster, you will pay for everything you have done!"
Thrall held the Hammer of Destruction high and shouted, "Warriors of the Horde, we will never become slaves of the devil again!"
"Ha! It's really disappointing. There are always a few annoying guys among you orcs. That Orgrim is, and so are you." Mannoroth heard Thrall's war cry and was very contemptuous. He did not regard this young man at all. The orcs take it seriously.
Chief Warsong, whose eyes were flashing with crimson light, stood beside Mannoroth. He had lost his mind, but when he heard Thrall's cry, he still had some reaction.
However, this disturbance could not allow him to break through Mannoroth's control. Although he killed the demigod, he was also unable to do anything about the power "given" to him by the Abyss Lord.
"I don't want to have any more nonsense with these reptiles, Grommash, kill them all, or bring back those who are willing to rejoin us."
After saying that, Mannoroth's figure disappeared in front of everyone. Only then did Thrall realize that what the abyss lord came here was just a projection.
Next to the body of Cenarius, the God of the Forest, Grommash raised his battle ax and walked towards the orcs step by step. Stimulated by the blood of demons, his figure became burlier and stronger than normal, like Like a giant.
What made people feel even more stressed was that the aura coming from him was that he had experienced a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. The bloody and violent feeling made the orc warriors present feel a little scared.
The remaining members of the Warsong tribe also gathered together, and a troop of orcs from the old tribe who passed through the Dark Portal more than ten years ago appeared in front of Thrall.
The young chief looked at his old friend who had lost his mind. The hand that wanted to raise the warhammer to charge was raised and lowered several times.
In the end, Thrall finally made up his mind and gave the command to the orcs: "Prepare to fight."
The red and green tides collided fiercely at this command, and Grommash and Thrall's eyes also confronted each other. Thrall roared angrily, "Can you still listen to me?! Grommash !Don’t become the claws of the devil!”
"Roar!"
However, Thrall's response was only Grommash's angry roar. The demon's blood surged in his body, and he could no longer control his actions!
The blood roar cut through a clear red light in the dim sky, and the wind passed through the small hole at one end of the ax handle, emitting a shrill roar that penetrated the noisy battlefield and went straight into Thrall's soul.
This is where the name "Gorehowl" comes from, but Thrall is not a new recruit who will be intimidated by Grommash's power. He calmly used the Doomhammer and held Grommash firmly. A powerful and heavy chop.
The warchief raised his arm, and the hammer handle held the end of the Gorehowl ax blade. The sharp ax blade was just a few centimeters away from Thrall's forehead, but Thrall's expression remained calm.
"Are you really being controlled?! Grommash!"
He let out a deafening roar, but Grommash ignored it, still trying to press down on the ax blade.
Grommash, who had drank demonic blood, had indeed lost much more power than before, and even the young and strong Thrall felt great pressure.
But Thrall is not a simple warrior, he can also use the power of elements.
While Thrall was trying to communicate with the elements, he raised his leg and kicked out at Grommash. Chief Warsong was kicked back two steps. At the same time, the hammer of destruction wrapped in lightning swung at Grommash. Varied.
Grommash raised his Gorehowl and prepared to resist, but the Doomhammer became extremely powerful under the blessing of the storm, and Grommash was hit firmly in the face by the hammer.
A dull sound sounded, and Grommash's head tilted slightly under Thrall's blow.
"weak!"
The edge of Gorehowler lit up again. Thrall's heart tightened and he quickly took two steps back. However, the front end of Gorehowler still scratched Thrall's breastplate, and a strip of the hard black iron armor was actually pulled out. Deep cuts.
Touching the marks on the armor on his chest, Thrall even felt an illusory tingling sensation. He looked at Grommash in slight shock, although he knew that Grommash, who had been strengthened by the demon blood, would be stronger than before. Much more, he did spare his efforts in the previous attack, but Grommash, who was hit in the middle of the face but acted like he was fine, was extremely shocked.
He underestimated the strengthening effect brought by demon blood. It seemed that this terrible power was overdrafting a person's vitality. As one of the most powerful warriors in the entire tribe, Grommash would be improved by this overdraft. Make Grommash invincible on the battlefield.
Grommash slashed another orc who was charging towards him to the ground with a backhand axe, and then ran towards Thrall with a meteoric stride.
"Storm, give me strength!"
Thrall's prayers echoed in the forest of Ashenvale. The shaman sensed that the natural power in the forest seemed to be weakening, but now was no longer the time to think about these issues. He had to concentrate on dealing with the opponent in front of him.
Grommash brought so many nightmares to the enemies of the Horde that he put so much pressure on Thrall. Facing him, Thrall was not sure of victory.
Dazzling lightning danced on the Doomhammer, and a thick electric snake flashed out from the hammer's head. The blue electric light passed through the crowd and hit Grommash's chest.
Grommash's hair stood on end under the stimulation of the electric current, and the painful look on his face flashed away, replaced by crazy violence.
The war-song chief roared angrily, and his strong muscles actually dispersed the thunder summoned by Thrall. The crimson light in his eyes shone brighter, and his legs flexed straight, shooting out like cannonballs.
A red light flashed out, and Thrall had no time to react. His instinct drove him to swing the Doomhammer, trying to block Grommash's fatal blow.
"boom!"
