59: Gorehowl's Blazing Fury, Warsong's Roar - Bonus Chapter for Brother "Huo Zhengtinghao" [15]

"Grom Grom! We can't help."

Orgrim's call made Old Hellscream turn around.

In the wind that smelled of destruction, he saw the miserable Great Chieftain being "digged" out of the ground by the vomiting blood Varok Saurfang.

The force of the destructive explosion just now was too great.

Although there were Spatial Displacement from Lady Aegwynn, the location where the Orcss fell was not so safe. The mountainous area where they fell was almost completely blown apart, and many Orcss were buried in the rolling earth.

Orcs had previously participated in the siege of Cenarius. Although they did not help much, they also made the weapons drink Great Demon Lord's blood. They thought that the wave of explosions could completely bury Cenarius and bring Green Skins's tragedy to a complete end, but they did not expect that that bastard could actually use the advanced skill of "second stage transformation".

Right before Hellscream's eyes, Cenarius turned into some kind of indescribable monster.

The power from death does not make it much less dangerous. More importantly, Cenarius is indeed dead. How can they Green Skins kill a dead thing?

However, having said that, since Cenarius has not yet fallen, Green Skins's "Atonement Crusade" is not over yet.

They must move on.

"You can stay here."

Grom was also injured, but he didn't care. He dragged Gorehowl and rushed towards the battlefield. Green Skins Warrior who could still move followed him, but he was stopped by Black Pawn holding Oak Axe.

"That is the creation of death! It has its own harvest field of the dead, which will strangle life that is not strong enough. You can only turn it into its power when you get close to it. The cold death does not care what you think."

Black Pawn touched the slowly beating heart on his heart, the wild life was warning him.

Cenarius, who is Abyssforging, holds the power of death and is the enemy of life. Even if this spore heart provides Black Pawn with a steady stream of power and immortal life, once it is pierced by that Dominion Halberd, Black Pawn will die here.

The cyclic opposition between life and death is more straightforward than the ambiguous relationship between light and shadow, so there is no middle ground in the battle between the two.

Black Pawn scolded:

"Stay here and witness this battle!"

He glanced outside and saw the howls of wolves echoing in the peak forest of Mount Hyjal. The wolves of Goldrinn were gathering and surrounding them. The white wolf wanted to hunt the herd of Black Wolf in its own territory. A decisive battle was inevitable.

"I will not participate in the black White Wolf God war."

He said to Orgrim:

"Your battle has just begun when the creature of death falls, so be ready."

Kargath stood up and wanted to follow, but was still blocked by Black Pawn.

He shook his head and said:

"Your poison is useless against the dead, and you also have a mission Lycantos needs you to undertake."

"But let him go alone?"

The Master Assassin of Green Skins roared:

"Isn't that just asking him to die?"

"I will go and help him, but the rest of you should stay away and don't cause trouble."

Black Pawn grabbed Oak Axe and turned around and rushed to the messy high ground. Warrior, who was surrounded by the Warsong Clan, didn't want Chieftain to face the strong enemy alone, so he went to help with his weapon. However, when he dared to cross the line, he was slapped back by a dark wolf claw.

Under the gaze of Green Skinss, Black Wolf Lycantos stepped into Material World with heavy steps.

Black Wolf God's eyes swept over the Green Skinss in front of it, and it whispered:

"Don't be impatient and wait here! There will be a battle for you soon. Grom Hellscream has already embraced the determination to die. This is the end of his reversal of life. He will end the past for you, but the power to the future needs to be won by yourself."

After saying that, Black Wolf squatted on the spot.

Surrounded by Green Skins Warrior, they looked at the battle on the high ground that was destined not to involve too many people.

Green Skins's journey in Azeroth will end today. As their faith and god of death, Lycantos must witness all this with his own eyes.

It wants to draw fighting spirit from its relatives for the decisive battle with Goldrinn.

The white wolf is coming, Black Wolf feels it very clearly.

Goldrinn is commanding the hunting group with murderous intent, and the most dangerous ancient hunting group has also awakened. Lycantos is not sure whether Green Skins can defeat the end of this ambush on all sides today and cross death towards the future.

But both sides have tried their best, so let's leave it all to fate.

On the scorched earth battlefield of World Tree Highlands, the battle between Abyssforging's King of War and Vigilant cut and shattered the pale and brilliant light. Both sides tried their best to fight against each other, but The great balance of Life and Death has not yet been destroyed, allowing the dead to be suppressed in the world of the living. This also makes this dead version of Cenarius less intimidating and destructive than the previous Great Demon Lord, Invincible.

Vigilant can even tie it and even suppress it slightly without using World Power.

"This energy release is similar to Destroyer Mannoroth."

Black Pawn leaned on Oak Axe and said to Grom who was polishing the sharp edge of Gorehowl with a whetstone next to him:

"But it is already undead. Death Force gave it a near-immortal existence. Heart of Hatred told me that in this case, the only way to use the force to offset the blessing of death is to temporarily fade away. But I am not Life Force's"

"It's the same with Fel. There is no difference between Six Forces and Gul'dan. This is what Gul'dan once told me."

Hellscream interrupted Black Pawn and threw aside the whetstone in his hand. He stood up, wiped the mud from his face, gasped and said:

"Isn't Fel the most destructive force? Even Immortal will be shattered in the face of a sufficiently powerful destructive force."

"Gorehowl does have the destructive desire of Mannoroth, but it's not enough."

Black Pawn said:

"You are just a half-demon, and Fel will not respond to you. What are you doing?!"

He stretched out his hand and grabbed Grom's wrist. Hellscream was about to drink a bottle of blood with the smell of sulfur into his mouth, when Black Pawn scolded:

"What is this?"

Grom glanced at him, shrugged and said:

"Mannoroth's blood! I asked Kargath to collect it for me during the previous battle. Don't look at me like that, Black Pawn. When fighting against Destroyer, it would be difficult for us to win without the help of Diakum.

That is something that willpower and anger cannot help us do. The gap in life levels is not so easy to make up. The anger Draenor bestows on Orcs also requires enough Life Force to drive it perfectly.

But I don't have that much time left to let myself continue to grow.

I've had enough!

I don't want to go on anymore. I have struggled to come this far just for now.

I am not the one who can open the future for you, Orgrim is.

I am just an executioner, just a thug. I can only kill people but not lead them.

This is what I the One was able to do after the big mistake was made.

I am just a half-demon, Fel will not take the initiative to embrace me, but drinking this mouthful of demon blood will make me embrace Fel completely. I will transform into the monster I hate most and use that power to completely destroy our enemies.

Then, I will die here, and I will disappear.

Diakum will help me rest in peace. The demons purified by him will not be able to be resurrected. That is the perfect ending that I, the rotten person the One, deserve, so.

Are you going to stop me?"

Black Pawn is silent.

He looked at the boiling demon blood in Grom's hands.

He wanted to say a lot at this moment, but in the end he could only sigh. He loosened his fingers and watched Grom raise his head and drink the bottle of demon blood. Amidst the sound of the bottle falling to the ground and breaking, Grom curled up in pain.

It was like a ball of green light lighting up and bursting out in his body, making his heart beat like a war drum.

Drinking the demonic blood for the second time completely turned Grom into a demon. His Green Skins's skin rapidly transformed as he was filled with rage, and finally turned into a blood-red ferocious creature. The bone spurs pierced the skin, and his fangs became even more ferocious, and the anger in his eyes turned into red flames.

Grom's breath of life and strength also climbed up like a rocket.

Black Pawn seemed to hear Mannoroth's wild laughter, and Grom's character and mind really made Fel very fond of it.

He gave him a lot of power, allowing green magic crystals to grow from Hellscream's fingertips, and the scorching pillars of gas ejected from his nostrils turned into real flames, as if there was an extremely ferocious magic engine installed in the body of the red-skinned Fel Orc.

It roared.

The larger man stood up, and the armor on his body fell to the ground in pieces.

When Grom Hellscream lifted Gorehowl, Mannoroth's destructive desire turned into the ultimate Hellscream in the tomahawk, causing balls of Flames of Sulfuras to wrap around the tomahawk, making Black Pawn feel the burning heat.

"No need for your help."

Grom said in a hoarse voice:

"Witness me! Bring the news of my death back to Draenor. There is no need to whitewash it for me. Tell every Orcs about my sins and my mistakes, and let them know the sad end of blindly chasing power.

I once abandoned my wife and children, I once fell in love with war, I once drank demon blood, I thought it would make me stronger.

But no.

The source of power is never the desire for destruction!

If there is nothing to protect, there will be no burst of power.

They want to be Warrior, not a destroyer."

"What about you? Grom."

Black Pawn asked loudly:

"What do you want to protect now?"

Old Hellscream didn't answer, but left him with a smile that was as ferocious as a ghost but relieved.

Then, Hellscream started running.

His feet sank into the ground, each step igniting the explosive power of anger, letting the footprints carve into the broken ground, letting the anger burn on his body and turning into a red War Armor, letting the anger cover the ferocious face and explode.

In the light of Spirit Wolf Tattoo, the red Orcs jumped up. He grabbed the battle ax and raised it above his head, and struck his first blow at the dead creature in front of him.

Abyssforged War King and Vigilant, who were fighting feverishly, raised their heads at the same time.

The former seemed to see Fel gathered behind Grom and turned into the scolding of Dark Titan, while the latter withdrew in the flash of Holy Light, leaving the battlefield to the Orcs criminal who came to die.

Destiny stubbornly wants to push the already changed trajectory back to the so-called "right track". This weak resistance makes Diakum sneer, but just like the war on Arathi Highlands, a group of sinners want Confession, Vigilant is naturally happy with the beauty of adulthood.

Holy Light teaches the world to face the mistakes of the past bravely.

As the leader of People of Light, Diakum should return the power of atonement to this group of people destined to embark on the road to exile.

But when Grom's Gorehowl slashed into Soul Steel War Armor of Abyssforged War King, causing the cold Soul Steel to scatter in all directions, Vigilant, who was holding the holy blade, turned around in surprise.

He felt a very unique "flame" ignite not far behind him.

Then, Dick saw that familiar figure appearing in the dissipating smoke.

Vigilant smiled, and behold, the "child of destiny" he created was about to intervene in this battlefield.

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Garrosh is in a very strange state at this time.

Little Hellscream thought he was dead, but he was still alive.

But the feeling of not having a beating heart in his chest was strange. He did not become weak because of it. On the contrary, with every breath he took after standing up, he could feel the burning flames bursting from his "heart" to his limbs.

It was as if what he breathed into his lungs was not air, but gasoline, and his own Crystal Heart was the ignition valve, spreading the flames down and igniting every raging force contained in his body.

His anger changed.

Griselda and Gaiara's dead horse treatment actually produced miraculous results.

That Heart of Fury gave him an indescribable talent, making the anger that originally required reason and willpower flow so smoothly in his hands, turning it into an instinct just like breathing, eating, drinking, and sleeping.

Garrosh staggered forward and was stopped by Gaiara. The latter said something in his ear, but Little Hellscream couldn't hear clearly and was not very willing to stop at this moment. He was a little confused, as if he was still a little dazed after being pulled back from the journey of death to Mortal realm.

Griselda slapped him repeatedly in front of his eyes, trying to wake him up.

But Little Hellscream only felt that something was attracting him on the high ground in front of him. It was a very familiar sound, like an old guy roaring, roaring with his crazy axe.

I also have an axe.

Little Hellscream lowered his head and glanced at the Elf Battle Ax in his hand.

This thing is a legendary weapon that Griselda bought from High Elf. It is said that the quality is very average, and it is one of the defective products used by Quel'dorei to bluff people.

But Garrosh thinks it doesn't matter. This ax is strong enough, and it has a blade that can be kept sharp without polishing. It has a moderate weight and is edged at both ends. It is perfect for chopping heads.

Since I got this ax, I have used it to win countless victories, and it can still accompany me to the next battle.

Yes, fight!

Little Hellscream suddenly felt blessed at this moment.

He finally knew what was attracting him in front of him.

A battle that I absolutely cannot miss, a battle that I must participate in, a battle that can be called "inheritance", a battle that concerns the future direction of the Warsong Clan.

You can't miss it yourself.

"Get out of the way"

He whispered.

The sound interference was like the low beat of a war drum. Griselda was stunned for a moment. Gaiara tried to hold him but Garrosh shook his head and broke free.

He swayed and dragged his Doom Axe forward to climb up to the fiercely fighting World Tree Highlands. Heart of Fury continued to inject strength into his body, making Garrosh like an inflated balloon.

This would be very uncomfortable for him, and he knew he had to unleash the power he had accumulated in his body.

He saw the King of War of Abyssforging, just like a Centaur that was lit by the ghostly green Spirit Fire. The other party was Fighting to the death with a red-skinned Fel Orc, the confrontation between death and Fel caused the green Spirit Fire and the red anger to turn into illusions and fight with each other.

Garrosh also noticed that there was a person standing on each side of the battlefield like a witness.

Those two guys were very strong, but they had no intention of getting involved in the battle. They were like Bloodlust spectators watching a gladiatorial fight, and there were guys flying around in the sky.

Yes.

There are also strange guys in the sky.

Garrosh raised his head. In his eyes, the cold door that only the dead could see had cracked open. Several bird-men with ominous black wings were circling out of the door. They flew towards the battlefield, holding black cold chains in their hands, as if they wanted to interfere with this unprecedented battle.

They think beautifully!

Little Hellscream started Charge, and the anger aroused by Heart of Fury covered the battle ax and body like an arm.

He is angry, but he is also calm.

He calculated Charge's position and strength, jumped up at the right position, swung the battle ax in his hands and struck a black birdman, splitting it into two as the latter watched in astonishment, and let the dark chain fall down and was picked up by Little Hellscream again.

It was extremely cold in the hand, and seemed to carry a certain aura of death.

There were strange runes on Gleam on each chain, which seemed to have their own life. It was quickly eliminated in the hands of Little Hellscream. It seemed that this thing should not be held by a living person, but Old Hellscream on the battlefield in front of him was tied up by the dropped chains and dragged away from the battlefield.

Old Hellscream roared, injecting Fel with even more ferocity, broke free from the chains and looked at Abyssforged War King running towards the sky.

He knew the guy was going to run!

Its evil master is calling for its return. Once it escapes here, Green Skins must cross the Life and Death chasm to find it in another world.

No!

I promised myself that I would end the past here.

"Death!!!"

Old Hellscream jumped up, and the Gorehowl in his hand burst into Destroyer's war fever, and with the blessing of Fel's anger, it turned into a thick Flame Blade and slashed fiercely into Abyssforging Cenarius's neck.

The sharp blade slid past, splitting open the Abyssforging man's armor, exposing the weird, morbid and painful spirit body inside.

"Kill me and give me peace."

Cenarius screamed.

It prays for rest, and it knows what it means to be dragged into the Maw.

But the chopped Soul Steel seemed to be reborn to restrain and control the spirit body again, and Abyssforging's heavy hoof kicked Grom and smashed him to the ground. Gorehowl also escaped and fell to the other side.

"Bang"

Grom hit the ground.

He stared angrily at the Abyssforging undead flying into the sky.

He failed and failed to keep this monster.

But.

"Lok-tar ogar!!!"

The figure carved out of almost the same mold as him took over his place, filled with rage and leaping into the sky like a blazing god.

He roared angrily, just like a real Hellscream, and he grabbed a tomahawk, which was the fallen Gorehowl. The tomahawk that concealed Greater Demon's fighting desire seemed not to be submissive, but it was happy to execute an evil spirit who must die here.

Under Old Hellscream's gaze, Gorehowl slashed into the forehead of the ferocious Abyssforging man with perfect position and posture.

Just between the two corners of Soul Steel, all the way down, he vaguely saw the phantom of Mannoroth brutally tearing apart the creation of death with its claws, and then splitting and shredding it as the sharp blade of the flames slid.

Just like a trace of flames remaining in the black and white sky, it completely shattered another tragedy created by death in the dark.

The Orcs holding Gorehowl fell to the ground, and behind him was the completely broken Abyssforged Soulsteel that turned into steel falling.

The chopped Dominion Rune dimmed, and the Cenarius and Remnant Soul that were supposed to die also screamed and turned into a ball of flames in the air as the flames arose. The sparse black Stygia disappeared with the wind.

Cenarius is dead.

This time it was really dead, and even its last spiritual essence was turned into a ball of anima energy that was very rare in Material World, just like a point of light floating in the clearing sky again.

The door of death closed again, and there was only a sigh, and then the sun shone through the broken clouds, right on the young Orcs who turned around.

He looked at Old Hellscream, and Old Hellscream looked at him.

The blood-red Fel Orc stood up, took a few steps forward, and picked up the Doom Axe dropped by Little Hellscream.

He laughed.

Under the gentle gaze of Diakum, Hellscream bowed to Vigilant with a gesture of gratitude, thanking him for leaving the opportunity to execute himself to another member of the Hellscream Family, the kind man Holy Light, who kindly left this opportunity to his son.

What a perfect inheritance ceremony.

It was just like that rainy night when I snatched this battle ax from my father's hand with my own hands.

"Demons killed by Gorehowl cannot be resurrected."

Old Hellscream was holding Doom Axe, and roared at Garrosh with a ferocious posture in the light:

"Come on, kid, do what you have to do and kill this monster in front of you!"