Do You Like Steel Wool?

Chapter 420: Do You Like Steel Wool?

A simp is a simp, ending up with nothing. Hogg, who had once been a simp himself, knew full well the lethality of a "white moonlight" crush—it was a temptation even a tough guy like Illidan couldn't escape (Sigh! Damn it).

Hogg, still locked in a passionate brawl with a massive Ork, heard a shrill, miserable scream from behind, and before he knew it, he was sent flying by an uncontrollable force.

A blob of green fatty had arrived in an instant, wielding that massive spoon and slamming it directly onto the oblivious Gork.

"You deserve to die! Give me back my Sasha."

The fury of a fatty is truly terrifying!

The surging rage born from the loss of a loved one was so palpable that even the human Coalition of the opposing camp could fully empathize. Every Blackwatch member who witnessed this scene had to cover their mouths to suppress a smile, lest they burst out laughing.

Though they were both green, the two Ork gods, who were born with a natural instinct for brawling, had no love for this fatty. Everyone here was born after the War in Heaven, so what kind of act was he putting on?

"Damn it."

Seeing this fatty pushing his luck—not only shoving aside his good opponent, Boss Woof, but also splattering his disgusting slime all over him—Gork delivered a massive flying kick.

But the fatty wasn't so easily toppled. As the seemingly most laid-back of The Four Ruinous Powers, his lack of movement was merely a choice; once he truly lost his temper, he was arguably the greatest threat to the material world.

Gork's flying kick, capable of shattering the earth, had no effect at all. It was swallowed whole by the giant maw in