Blood War at the Terrace of Endless Spring (3)

The duel between the two most powerful Orcs, under the tight protection of two Orcs armies, would naturally not allow the lowly Pandaren to get close.

Seeing so many Orcs, almost covering the entire mountainside, Huoji was greatly startled.

Strangely, many Orcs, despite clearly seeing Huoji and his group, pretended not to see them.

Huoji was puzzled. He was also someone who loved watching a good show. Hearing the cheers, he mustered his courage and tried to approach the arena step by step.

There were so many Orcs soldiers that they were packed together, everyone scrambling to get a glimpse of Thrall and Garrosh's spectacular duel.

Huoji unwittingly squeezed into the Kor'kron army, losing contact with his subordinates. Unexpectedly, the Orcs soldiers "voluntarily" made way for him.

Scratching his head in confusion, Huoji unconsciously advanced through the Orcs army.

And so, amidst tens of thousands of elite Kor'kron troops, Huoji moved forward step by step, eventually reaching the very front.

The surrounding Kor'kron Orcs were buzzing with discussion, praising Warchief Garrosh's greatness, but no one noticed the Pandaren standing nearby.

Standing at the very front, Huoji clearly saw Thrall and Garrosh's duel.

Being able to admire the Warchief's heroic figure so closely, Huoji felt a surge of excitement, but he quickly discerned some of the underlying reasons.

"That's all there is to it!"

Huoji curled his lip, thinking that he might as well get involved himself.

The duel between the two entered a critical moment when Garrosh suddenly staggered and, caught off guard, was punched hard in the face by Thrall, causing blood to flow freely.

Thrall seized the opportunity and rained down punches and kicks on Garrosh. Garrosh was completely on the defensive and could not turn the tide. He was soon knocked to the ground by a punch.

Grabbing Garrosh by the collar, Thrall pounded his head with punch after punch.

The Kor'kron Orcs were silent, never expecting that their Warchief Garrosh would be defeated so easily.

The fires of the Huoji surged up, and you must know that Warchief Garrosh was his idol, a great hero, and a great valiant man.

Although the Orcs devoured Huoji's entire family, it had nothing to do with Garrosh; Huoji has always been clear about his grudges.

Seeing his idol being brutally defeated by Thrall, his fate uncertain, Huoji's mind went blank, filled only with endless rage.

Unable to bear it any longer, Huoji leaped out, unleashing a Chi Charge, and like a startled swan, swept across the arena, landing in front of Thrall.

Garrosh lay on the ground, enduring Thrall's continuous heavy blows. He appeared to be covered in blood, but he was actually not seriously injured. This was thanks to the special oils that covered his entire body, which helped to reduce most of the damage. Thrall's punches were getting harder with each blow, and each one felt like a massage to him.

"That's enough, it's my turn to hit you now," Garrosh whispered.

"Don't rush, the more you take the hits, the more spectacular your counterattacks will be," Thrall said enthusiastically.

Garrosh was about to say something when Thrall's body was suddenly lifted into the air.

Is this the prelude to unleashing a powerful new move?

The grease protects Garrosh, but the damage reduction is limited; he will still be injured if he takes more than a certain amount of heavy hits.

Just then, Garrosh noticed that a fat Pandaren had appeared behind Thrall and grabbed Thrall by the back of the neck.

"How dare you harm the great Warchief Garrosh!"

Huoji grabbed Thrall and charged upwards for a distance, then turned Thrall's body so that his head was facing down, slamming him hard into the ground.

"Bang!"

With a deafening crash, Thrall's head slammed into the ground. This blow should have been Thrall, but fortunately, the oil applied to Thrall's body was extraordinary, which helped to reduce most of the damage.

Despite this, Thrall was still left dizzy and disoriented from the impact.

When Huoji saw that Thrall was unharmed, he was surprised and reached for Thrall's bald head, getting his hand covered in grease.

"So it was this oil that protected you."

Huoji grabbed Thrall by the neck, rubbing his head and face intimately against the ground, and ran quickly around the arena.

After the grease was ground away, Thrall was left in a bloody mess, howling and begging for mercy.

Both sides watching were dumbfounded; how could such a thing happen?

Vol'jin was the first to react, pointing at the stunned Garrosh and shouting:

"You despicable Garrosh, you have broken the Orcs' promise and sent lowly Pandaren to ambush Thrall, the Savior."

Garrosh looked completely innocent, but he was far from admitting his mistake. He chuckled coldly, "Who told Thrall to be such a piece of trash, unable to even defeat a Pandaren?"

Vol'jin knew that if Thrall were to fall, he would be finished too. After all, Vol'jin was a Troll, and without Thrall as his backer, the Fel Orcs wouldn't listen to him.

"Savior Thrall is in danger! Brave Fel Orcs, fight for your Savior!"

Thrall was ambushed by the Pandaren, and the Fel Orcs, who had been holding back their anger, rushed into the arena without hesitation after receiving orders.

Upon seeing this, General Nazgrim immediately ordered the Kor'kron Orcs to rush in and rescue Garrosh.

The Fel Orcs and the Kor'kron Orcs engaged in a massive melee.

Thrall was quickly rescued by Vol'jin. Wiping the blood from his face, he roared in anger:

"Damn Garrosh! I fell for his trap! If I don't avenge this, I swear I'm not Orcs!"

With Shaman helping Thrall heal his wounds, and seeing the Fel Orcs and the Kor'kron out of control, both fighting with bloodlust, Thrall's eyes darted around as he asked:

"Vol'jin, what do you think?"

Vol'jin, quick-witted as ever, discerned Thrall's thoughts and whispered, "My Savior, the outcome is still uncertain. If we and Garrosh fight to the death, it will only benefit the Jinyu of Terrace of Endless Spring. What if they turn against us?"

Thrall nodded after hearing this. "That's right. Our relationship with the Jinyu is nothing more than mutual exploitation. The Jinyu hate Garrosh to death, so why would they have any goodwill towards me?"

Vol'jin advised, "It would be better to retreat temporarily to avoid getting caught in the chaos."

Thrall patted Vol'jin on the shoulder and laughed, "Just what I wanted."

Thrall vanished after tearing open a Teleportation Scroll, and Vol'jin also disappeared without a trace after throwing out a puff of smoke.

Almost simultaneously, General Nazgrim personally led an elite force to cover Garrosh's retreat.

"What's wrong with that Pandaren?" Garrosh asked, annoyed.

Nazgrim whispered:

"How could Pandaren have infiltrated the Orcs army? I suspect it's Thrall's scheme, a staged performance to embarrass us. I've already captured him; we'll find out soon enough."

Garrosh hesitated for a moment, sensing that something was wrong.

Seeing the two sides locked in a fierce battle, Garrosh, feeling uncertain, ordered, "Find the Y'Shaarj's Heart of Darkness immediately."

Nazgrim's eyes lit up, his blood boiling with excitement. "Warchief, will you personally command the battle?"

Garrosh glanced at the three Jinyu elders floating in the sky and cursed, "Fools! Tens of thousands of troops are fighting in this chaotic battle. It's hard to say who will win. I can't take this risk. Nazgrim, you lead the elite troops to escort the Heart of Y'Shaarj away. I'll be there shortly."

Nazgrim secretly admired him; this was a truly wise Warchief, unaffected by immediate victory or defeat, and a wise man cherishes his own life.

Before the two sides descended into complete chaos, Garrosh tore open Teleportation Scroll and left. Nazgrim led an elite force to escort the wagon carrying the Y'Shaarj's Heart of Darkness away.

Nazgrim did not forget to take away the culprit, Huoji.