"Despicable..." Garrosh Hellscream wore no armor on his upper body. Even with muscles as hard as steel, the heavy blow still drove him to his knees.
High Exarch Yrel did not care in the slightest about Garrosh Hellscream's contempt. Whenever she faced a powerful enemy, she had never chosen to fight alone, instead quite shamelessly dragging her comrades into the battle.
When facing Blackhand the Destroyer, four people had fought one Blackhand, who had just defeated Orgrim Doomhammer, and they had even coordinated a sneak attack.
When facing Archimonde the Defiler, she had also had Archmage Khadgar, Grommash Hellscream, Durotan, and other Orcs fighting alongside her. (At the end of the cinematic, when Durotan shouted, the shot was filled with Orcs.)
Precisely because of this, even though High Exarch Yrel possessed the immense power bestowed upon her by the great Naaru A'dal and Prophet Velen, she still chose to ambush Garrosh Hellscream.
She sneered. "Garrosh, the Army of the Light does not have your Orcish notions of meaningless honor. In the doctrines of the Army of the Light, so long as they are enemies of the Naaru, we will eliminate them by any means necessary!"
"Yrel!" Seeing his son badly wounded, Grommash Hellscream flew into a rage. His tremendous roar spread throughout the entire Light Fortress, allowing every Lightbound and Lightforged to hear the hellish bellow.
Though surprised that Grommash Hellscream, who had been tortured for so long, could still unleash such an earth-shaking roar, High Exarch Yrel did not panic. After all, she had defeated Grommash Hellscream once before, even if it had been through a group assault.
"What do you want, old wolf? Just watch obediently. A bound wolf will one day become a tame dog."
High Exarch Yrel directly planted a foot on Garrosh Hellscream's back, forcing