Although he was pierced through the body, Gruul's strong vitality allowed him to completely ignore the physical pain. The horrific wounds on his waist and abdomen only aroused his ferocity.
Gruul, whose brain was filled with anger and rage, had given up thinking and completely forgot about the idea of escape and retreat. His two giant claws struggled to grasp Saberian's skeleton, which was enough to make The huge force of the landslide and the earth's collapse poured onto Saberian without any reservation.
Grieving fractures and shattering explosions were heard from Gronn's claws. Saberian's keel strengthened by death energy was crushed like a dry hollow branch, and Gruul's violent counterattack Not only that, his claws penetrated the gaps between the bones, trying to tear the dracolich in half.
Saberian sensed Gruul's intention, and the battle-experienced black dragon would naturally not let him get his way. He used the claws of his hind feet to pierce Gronn's relatively fragile legs, and the two front claws buckled Holding Gruul's shoulder blade, the sword tail added new wounds to Gruul's body while vibrating the bone wings, actually pulling Gruul up from the ground.
Gruul's claws penetrated the soul flame in the chest of the dracolich, and naturally he suffered the same burning pain as the dragon's breath. However, Gruul endured the pain and injury, and wanted to kill Sabe directly. Rian was torn in half.
But Saberian grabbed Gruul, hitting and dragging him crazily between the mountain and the ground. During the violent collision, Gruul was unable to hold Saberian's body firmly with just his hands. Instead, he was The dracolich ravaged his body, leaving him in a miserable state.
The collision between the two behemoths between the peaks and the canyon caused the entire area to shake continuously. Those fragile skeletons could not even withstand the impact of their collision, and they fell apart on the spot and turned into a pile of debris. Bone stubble.
Even the floating city hanging high in the sky could feel the vibrations caused by the collision between Saberian and Gruul. However, Arthas's attention was not on the confrontation between the two. He sat Sitting on the command chair on the bridge, he leaned his elbows against the armrests and placed his fists on the side of his cheeks. His eyes seemed to be staring at the slightly vibrating psychic orb on the ground in front of him.
Gruul's defeat is a foregone conclusion. Even if he is a ferocious Gronn who can fight against Deathwing, he has no chance of winning against the Scourge, which can be said to be the nemesis of all living things.
Therefore, Arthas was not very interested in this battle that was actually a must-win, and his thoughts were obviously elsewhere.
"Have the things been put out?"
Kel'Thuzad heard Arthas's groaning, and he quickly looked away from the battlefield, "As you wish, my master, the first batch has been released into Zangarmarsh."
"I hope they can be smarter... Outland is not a place suitable for the dead."
The entire broken Draenor is shrouded in chaotic energy. Even the dead cannot last long if they are repeatedly washed away by the mixed energy. The power of death is not the only energy in the outer realm.
Especially in Zangarmarsh, the vitality of this area has not completely collapsed, so it stands to reason that it is very difficult for undead creatures to appear.
But now, Naga and Akama's Graytongue clan, who were sweeping Zangarmarsh, discovered that a large number of low-level undead appeared on the edge of Zangarmarsh and Blade's Edge Mountain.
The sickle in Akama's hand quickly swept these fragile skeletons into real bones. There was indescribable disgust in his eyes as he cleaned up these undead that poured out of nowhere.
In his understanding, only the most despicable and evil beings would desecrate the corpses of the dead and play with those miserable souls, and in Draenor, the last ones to do this were the fallen orcs.
Although he still retains sympathy and compassion for his "former" compatriots, all that remains in Akama's heart is hatred and disgust for the orcs who once massacred them.
As for these undead creatures, all Akama can do is to help them escape, although it seems that the bones of these undead are those of ogres who are not much better.
However, the deep water lord Carathres, who was also responsible for the cleanup work, noticed something was wrong.
His war hammer smashed a rickety skeleton, and he picked out the relatively complete skull among the pile of bones. Calathres frowned and stared at the skull, and looked at Akka with an uncertain tone. Ma asked, "Are there fel orcs or demons stationed nearby?"
Akama shook his head, "This is the junction of Zangarmarsh and Blade's Edge Mountain. Blade's Edge Mountain is the territory of ogres and Gronns. They have a strong sense of territoriality, and even demons are unwilling to provoke them easily."
"But looking at this number, I'm afraid a tribe with a large number of people has been transformed into undead." Carathres, as a Naga, is not a magic user, but he still knows something about various magics, "The other party I'm afraid he is a master of shadow magic."
"Judging from the current situation, it is indeed the case."
Hearing Calathres' analysis, Akama also believed it, but their mission was to clean up the threat of Zangarmarsh and transfer the lake water from the surrounding swamps to the reservoir built by Naga, and the environment of the Blade's Edge Mountains It would have some impact on Naga, so Vashchi did not plan to send troops into Blade's Edge Mountain.
"But if that's the case, the troops we lead are probably no match for the other side," Akama said. "If necessary, we can also send spies to see where these undead come from."
Calathres seemed a little distracted when listening to Akama's words, and his attention was still focused on the skull in his hand, "Ah... then it's up to you. My mission is to guard this lake and eliminate nearby threats."
Most of the undead that invade this lake are very weak. An ordinary Naga soldier and Broken One can easily deal with several of them. Moreover, such brainless skeletons cannot even play a role in detection. Their fragile soul fire After its own carrier skeleton was destroyed, it was also annihilated, unable to support subsequent collection at all.
Rather than a premeditated invasion, Calathres is more willing to believe that this may be the bad influence leaked by the influence of demons somewhere. However, the appearance of the undead is indeed a bit strange. To be cautious, the Lord of Deepwater plans to collect some that are still intact. The bones of the undead were handed over to Vashj and asked her to identify what was going on.
Akama on the side looked at Carathres who was lost in thought, and suddenly became curious about the origin of these ogre skeletons. He picked up a complete skull from the broken bones on the ground, although it lost the Holy Light. ’s blessing, but as a Broken Chief who has been able to establish a foothold in the outer realm for so long, he now pursues the shamanic way.
The power of the shaman is inextricably related to the soul. Akama plans to use this to study where these bones come from and why they appear in Zangarmarsh.
