"Damn mutt, get away from me!" Second Khan Gelk tried to shake off the Ghost Wolf that kept tearing at him, but compared to Second Khan Gelk, the Ghost Wolf was nimbler and more coordinated. It darted back and forth, constantly harassing Gelk and preventing him from attacking properly.
Thrall kept spinning Doomhammer in his hand as arcs of electricity burst from within it, as though he were gripping a massive ball of lightning.
While Second Khan Gelk's attention was still fixed on the Ghost Wolf, Thrall decisively charged forward and smashed Doomhammer, which resembled a sphere of lightning, heavily into Second Khan Gelk's chest.
Bang! A crisp hammer strike rang out, followed by Second Khan Gelk's pained howl. Thrall's blow, empowered by Doomhammer and elemental force, sent the massive Second Khan flying. The powerful lightning energy even scorched the front of his spirit body.
"Damn it, black dragon, you have successfully enraged me. This long-lost pain will be your doom." Second Khan Gelk touched the body that had not been wounded for countless years, feeling that long-lost pain. How many years had it been? Thousands of years. No one had ever injured Second Khan Gelk, and he had not experienced pain for thousands of years.
"Hahahaha, Thrall, I don't care whether you are a black dragon or an Orc. Since you dared to wound my great body, you must die today. No one can save you, not even Neltharion, the Black Dragon King." A look of pleasure appeared at the corner of Second Khan Gelk's mouth, as if he were enjoying the pain. His expression resembled that of a degenerate who had gone without drugs for years and tasted that bone-deep sensation once more, like an addict.
"Second Khan Gelk, if you wish to fight the Horde, then let