Alleria followed the Steel Torrent on the orcs' right flank. Her keen eyes swept over the orcs only a few times before quickly locking onto Grommash Hellscream.
This orc struck her as dangerous and volatile, like a powder keg ready to explode. Alleria could not ignore his presence. With an unpredictable element like Grommash Hellscream, she always felt he might unleash some unexpected disaster. She rarely joined the other rangers in attacking the orcs, only loosing an arrow to resolve a crisis when necessary. From the moment she entered the battlefield, she had never let down her guard against him.
The outcome was now settled, but Alleria still gripped her longbow tightly, a specially made arrow already nocked. Her gaze remained fixed on him as he roared furiously inside the Frost Trap, swinging his axe to shatter the countless ice shards raining down on him.
Grommash Hellscream truly was ferocious. He had charged ahead of every other orc, making him the highest priority among their priority targets, and they had given him their undivided attention. Not only did the mages hammer him mercilessly, but Dirtilas also ordered several of the Bear Iron Fist bodyguard rangers around him to target Grommash Hellscream with Arcane Shot and even Explosive Shot.
Yet Grommash Hellscream was like a tireless engine of rage. He kept his axe whirling without a moment's pause, forming an impenetrable barrier. Astonishingly, he shattered every one of those devastating magical ice shards, Arcane Shots, and Explosive Shots while still inching forward.
Fortunately, Concussive Shot still worked. No matter how impatient Grommash Hellscream became, he could advance only at a crawl. For all his immense strength, he had nowhere to put it to use. Alone, he could only wage a battle of attrition against scores of elf rangers and mages, raging