After the smoke and dust dissipated, streaks of golden light escaped from it. The place where Thrall stood had been blasted into a low crater by Grommash's jump attack, but the protective shield composed of this golden light was able to block it. Down Grommash's attack.
However, the protective shield that had been firmly hit by the jump cracked with a crisp sound and shattered. Grommash was bounced back a few steps by the force of the rebound before he stood still.
Thrall turned to look behind him. The familiar blue flag was erected. The elite human infantry rushed into the battlefield to help the orcs of the tribe fight with the Warsong clan.
"Look at your opponents and control those red guys." Varian ordered the soldiers to charge, and at the same time, don't attack the green-skinned orcs yet.
The light in Alsace's hand gradually dissipated. It was he who helped Thrall block Grommash's full blow just now.
Thrall's forehead was also covered with cold sweat at this moment. Only when he faced Grommash's ax blade did he realize how terrifying the attack just now was. Without Arthas' assistance, he would probably have survived even if he was planning to take it head-on. Seriously injured and unable to fight.
The leaderless orcs will most likely be dispersed by Grommash's Warsong clan, and the tribe will suffer heavy losses.
Alsace, riding a war horse, crossed the battlefield with ease. The heavy warhammer seemed like nothing in his hands. The evil orcs who dared to step forward were thrown away by the hammer and lay on the ground unable to get up.
"Why are you helping us?" Thrall looked at Arthas warily. He had no choice but to know that even the most ignorant orcs had heard of this prince's name.
He is the glory of Lordaeron and the spiritual leader of the First Legion and the Silver Hand. As long as Arthas is around, any human enemy will be frightened and flee.
The orcs who had faced Alsace's siege were naturally well aware of Alsace's "evil reputation". In their eyes, the prince of Lordaeron could be compared with the beast.
Even Thrall would sometimes wonder what he should do if he faced Alsace. However, before becoming their enemy, Alsace unexpectedly sided with them first.
"You should be able to continue fighting." Arthas glanced at Thrall and noticed some surprise that could not be hidden on the warchief's face. "Don't be so surprised. It's just that compared to orcs, demons deserve to die more."
"I understand," Thrall immediately understood what Arthas meant: the Alliance temporarily has common interests with them in dealing with demons, "I will work with you to control Grommash."
Arthas nodded. In the current situation, the best choice was to suppress the crazy chief of the Warsong clan as soon as possible. Having a few helpers would naturally end the battle faster.
Seemingly aware of the threat from Alsace, Grommash roared angrily, raised the Blood Roar and charged towards Alsace. He raised the ax blade and slashed at the war horse under Alsace.
Grommash's rich fighting instincts made him immediately plan to deal with Alsace's mount and put the knight into a foot battle, which was undoubtedly more beneficial to him.
Having seen through Grommash's plan, Alsace's war hammer swept away, and the hot holy light spilled out, blocking Grommash's only path. However, Grommash had no intention of stopping, and planned to forcefully overcome the seemingly fragile "obstacle".
But when Alsace's holy light fell on him, even the nerves blunted by the demon blood could clearly feel the severe pain. Grommash's body shook, obviously suffering a lot of damage.
Before being enveloped by more holy light, Grommash rolled on the spot, barely avoiding the remaining holy light. The place where the holy light had previously been swept was already scorched black.
The collision of evil energy and holy light is like oil meeting fire. No other stimulation is needed at all. Just the collision of the two energies will produce a violent reaction.
The power of evil energy flows in Grommash's body, so the holy light will burn in his body like maggots attached to his bones until he is annihilated by the evil energy.
Arthas's war hammer didn't give Grommash time to breathe. He galloped forward, and the war hammer shining with the holy light hit Grommash solidly on the chest, knocking the arrogant Warsong Chief directly away.
Thrall watched for the right moment, and the elemental shackles that had been charged for a long time flashed out, wrapped around Grommash's body, dragged him and threw him to the ground, making a huge depression.
He also understood that Grommash, who had been strengthened by the demonic blood, was thick-skinned and thick-skinned, and would not lose his life just because of this little damage. The fact was just as Thrall expected. Even after taking a hammer from Alsace and being locked by elemental spells, the violent Warsong Chief was still struggling, putting Thrall's spells in danger.
But as soon as Grommash raised his head, a giant war hammer condensed with golden holy light fell from the sky, pressing firmly on Grommash's body. The surging energy fluctuations continued to spread from the depression, and Thrall couldn't bear it. He wanted to stop the spell, but he also understood that if he did not reduce enough physical strength, Grommash would continue to be crazy without limit.
When the movement under the crushing force of the war hammer became smaller and smaller, Arthas waved his hand, and the war hammer shattered into pieces, turning into fragments of holy light and falling on Grommash's body, which was considered to have given some life to his charred body. Life.
Thrall also stopped when he saw this, and hurriedly ran to Grommash. After confirming that the chief had lost consciousness and was unconscious, he summoned the power of the elements and soaked Grommash's scarred body.
After losing their chief, the violent Warsong orcs only resisted. Soon, they were suppressed by the joint attack of humans and orcs. Most of them were controlled, and a small number were killed in fierce battles. Die.
The Warsong clan has lost many warriors in the frenzy and killing caused by the demonic blood. Now that it can stabilize the situation with this ending, Thrall thinks it is a good result.
After taking care of his own injuries, Thrall stood up, walked to Alsace's horse, gave Alsace the orc etiquette, and said solemnly, "I owe you a favor."
"If you really feel that you owe me a favor, take care of your people and don't let them cause trouble again." Arthas was not polite to Thrall. The leader's kindness and caution were good qualities, but in Among the wild tribes, Thrall's occasional indecision can lead to big mistakes.
"I……"
Thrall wanted to defend himself, saying that the orcs were not a barbaric race, but after seeing the battlefield littered with corpses, he could not say anything.
"I advise you to put Hellscream in a cage - if you don't want to cause more serious consequences. He has just passed out now, and the Abyss Lord's control over them has not ended."
Arthas looked at Grommash, whose fingers were twitching involuntarily, and knew that he had begun to recover gradually, but until the curse of demon blood was lifted, the best way was to take good care of this violent "beast".
Thrall also glanced at Grommash, then looked at Arthas, and sighed, "I... understand, but I want you to understand that the orcs are not minions of the devil, they are just enslaved and lost. own consciousness."
"Okay, instead of talking nonsense here, why not think of a way to restore consciousness to your Warsong chief," Arthas said calmly, "I just want to remind you that if the culprit of the magic blood is not eradicated, the orcs may come at any time. Take control of this corrupted power - take care of yourself."
