Menethil's Power

Chapter 491 The Glorious Makgora

Mark Gora! "

"Makgola!"

Those who shouted were all the orcs of the Warsong clan without exception. They were excited and seemed to be looking forward to this duel.

However, the problem is that they have just experienced a fierce battle, and the enemy may approach again at any time, and it is a very bad thing to have a high-level conflict at this time, but these orcs don't seem to care about it look.

Nazgail and the group of wolf cavalry who followed Thrall were the only ones who didn't shout "Mak'Gora". They were guards selected by Thrall from various clans, and they were called Kor'Kron , loyal to the war chief, their green skin is also particularly conspicuous among the blood red skin of the warsong orcs.

These Kor'kron guards had just dismounted from their mounts, when Nazgail suddenly made a pause gesture, quietly pulled the reins of the warg beside him, and clasped it tightly on the saddle The weapon next to it, and the other Kor'Krons do the same.

A battle seemed imminent.

Thrall's chest rose and fell slightly, but there was no special expression on his face. Frostwolf Xuege keenly sensed the master's repressed orders. It stood up and bared its teeth at Grom.

"You actually challenged me to Mak'Gora? In the middle of a war?"

"It's because we are in the midst of a war that I challenged you to Makgora." Grom said lightly, his eyes were restless, but overall he was very calm, "Only This will allow us to quickly decide whose will the war should be fought on."

Judging from his appearance, it seems that this Makgora is not a temporary idea.

"You don't agree with me so much? Do you think I can't lead the tribe?" Thrall was also very calm.

"Thal, you are still too young. We have given you great expectations before, but it turns out that you are not qualified for the position of war chief. Your decision-making and the old tribe are two extremes. The Black Hand and Doomhammer back then Plunge the Horde into endless wars, and you want us to erase our orcishness and become like those weak, hypocritical humans." Grom grinned.

Demon blood not only fueled his power, but also his ambition.

"Accept my challenge, young Thrall, let us see who should be the decision maker of the tribe." The warsong clan chief continued, and gave Thrall a provocative look.

"Then as you wish." Thrall responded in a low voice.

Although he thinks this is absurd, it is impossible for him to refuse this Mak'Gora, because it will seriously damage his reputation, and at this time there are warsong orcs all around him. If Thrall wants them to carry out his orders, It is necessary to defeat Grom and maintain his identity as the great chief.

This is the social rule of the orcs.

The Warsong clan is the only clan in the new tribe that has never been in a human shelter, so they have the lowest sense of identity with Thrall, whose achievement is to liberate the captured orcs.

Naturally, the Splinterwood sentry did not have a dedicated arena, and the surrounding orcs stepped aside spontaneously, making enough room for the two chiefs to fight. Crom took Gorehowl from behind, and Thrall was also holding a heavy Doomhammer, the two kept a certain distance and confronted each other.

The Chief of the Warsong Clan was just opposite, and Thrall could even see some white in his thick black long hair. After all, Grom was a human from his father's generation, but for orcs, there was never any seniority or seniority in battle. Some people only distinguish between allies and enemies.

And now, Grom was his opponent.Thrall was sent to the arena by Isaacs since he was eight years old. He defeated all kinds of opponents in his growth process, but none of them put him under such great pressure as Grom , Warsong Chieftain was already a formidable fighter, but Demon Blood made him even more unstoppable.

In the previous battles, it can be seen how powerful Hellscream is now, almost like a god of war.

But Thrall was not afraid. The current scene reminded him of the battles he fought when he was young. At that time, he had no idea that he would become the great chief of the tribe in the future. Instead of fighting monsters from all over Azeroth, he can only focus on fighting and have no time to take care of other things.

I haven't felt like this for a long time.

He held the handle of the Hammer of Doom with both hands, and the air flow wound on it, allowing Thrall to swing the heavy hammer with almost no effort, using it as a dagger to carry out multiple attacks in a short period of time , and electricity crackles on the hammer, capable of burning any foe that touches its hard surface.

The power of life and matter emerged from Thrall's body, forming a khaki shield. This earth shield could help Thrall resist a certain degree of force.

Grom is on the opposite side, allowing Thrall to release shaman spells. The orc tradition Mak'Gora requires both sides to fight "warrior-like" fairness, which means that all spells are strictly illegal, but Grom With his own pride, he didn't bother to take advantage of this completely loophole rule. After all, this rule appeared in the period when the orcs hadn't mastered any supernatural abilities, so it didn't apply to the present at all.

For spellcasters, spells are part of their strength. Could it be that they are required to give up spells and fight with fighters?What glory is there to speak of such a victory achieved by using unreasonable rules?

Although Grom's heart has changed drastically because of the blood of the devil, some essences in Grom's heart will never change.

Thrall raised the Hammer of Doom, and the time suddenly seemed to flow back to the arena eight years ago. The crowd was full of excited and crazy spectators. Thrall could even judge how much money they put on him from their emotional posture. , although it was a kind of humiliation, it was indeed regarded as the center of attention.

The touch on his waist reminded him of the existence of that girl. It was one of the few good memories of Sal among human beings. Regardless of the secular prejudice and racial barriers, she wholeheartedly loved him as a younger brother. When she parted, she gave him Thrall's runecloth belt has been kept until now, and it is bound to be kept in the collection in the coming time.

Thinking of Teresa's face, Sal's heart calmed down, he was realizing his value, his ideal, so there was nothing to doubt.

Recalling his signature move as a gladiator, he stomped his left foot, then his right, and the ground began to tremble slightly. "Go, Grom!" he yelled.

Chief Warsong roared suddenly, and charged with astonishing momentum. The shocking roar of this roar matched his surname "Hellscream", and Thrall showed no sign of weakness, and also charged towards Grom. It collided with Doomhammer, making a resounding sound of gold and iron.

At the same time, many of the orcs who were watching couldn't help shouting out because of their emotions.On the surface, only the Warsong clan was watching the battle, but the existence that caused all this must be watching in secret, and some guys who hid deeper were also watching this duel.

In the first frontal collision, Thrall took several steps back one after another. After all, he was not as powerful as Grom. The Earth Shield shattered after receiving two attacks from Grom, and Thrall also No chance to release another one.

Blood Howl is attached to evil energy, so it can break most of the defenses. The earth shield is composed of life force and some earth elements. When evil energy invades, the balance between the two forces is broken.

When Grom broke through the shield, Thrall would naturally not be idle. The Hammer of Doom swung three times in less than a second, and each time the hammer surface was printed on Grom's body. superior.

Sarben was confident that Grom would suffer serious injuries and be unable to perform Mak'Gora after bearing such a blow.But the situation was completely opposite to what he thought, and Grom seemed to be completely unaffected.Neither Doomhammer itself nor the power of thunder on it seemed to have an effect.

It's really terrifying anti-strike ability and magic resistance.

Gorehowl withdrew, raised his backhand, and Thrall touched it with the wide hammer face of the Doomhammer. With Grom's power, he quickly pulled away the distance, then raised his hand, and the airflow of the soul swirled and condensed, "Wandering My soul, heed my call!"

Two lifelike ghost wolves suddenly appeared. They were like enlarged versions of wargs, but they were semi-illusory soul bodies. In terms of combat effectiveness, they were obviously not comparable to ordinary wargs.

With three to one, Thrall's pressure should be reduced a lot.

Looking at Thrall who summoned his helper, Grom smiled lightly. In the confrontation between fighters, it is indeed an absolute advantage to fight more and fight less, but this situation does not apply to Hellscream.

He put the blood howl across his chest, exerted force on one foot, and started to spin, a violent air flow emerged, as if it could sweep everything.

This is a blade storm. Only when it is performed entirely by the body without any special power can it be called a blade storm. This is one of the highest skills of a warrior.

"Hellscream! Hellscream!" Many Warsong orcs shouted their chief's name excitedly.

Grom's figure was already blurred due to the high-speed rotation, and the intensity of the blade storm was self-evident. The two ghost wolves couldn't dodge and were sucked in, and disappeared completely in an instant, which proved that they had actual shapes after all.

Thrall raised the Doomhammer high, and thick rock walls rose from the ground one after another, trying to stop Grom from approaching. The air is disturbed and broken.

A stern look flashed in Thrall's eyes. He raised the Doomhammer with both hands and swung it down heavily. A strong shock was generated. At the front of the Doomhammer, the ground cracked suddenly along a straight line, forming a gully with magma flowing in the center.

This gully was not too long, and it stopped precisely before the onlookers. Although it caused hundreds of orcs to fall, it did not cause them any obvious damage. This is enough to reflect Thrall's excellent control ability .

The shock and impact of the Earth Splitter made Grom feel uncomfortable, and the ravine terrain formed made it impossible for him to maintain the blade storm, but at this time he was very close to Thrall, so he no longer maintained the rotation, but instead With a roar, he jumped up high, and the blood howl cut off his head.

Doomhammer went forward to parry, and as two weapons of similar quality collided again, a huge sound was produced again.This time, no one had the idea of ​​withdrawing their weapons. After using their abilities, the fight returned to the most primitive state of wrestling.

Thrall's face was already a bit hideous because he was going all out, and Grom also looked like he was doing his best, but it was still not a moment to decide the winner.

The onlookers stopped shouting, and the atmosphere seemed a little tense.

However, at this time, there was a conversation outside the dimension of reality, and the two beings who had been secretly observing all this finally stopped being silent and started talking to each other.

"Shouldn't we be following the plan?"

"According to the order given from above, now is almost the time."

"It's really strange. We have supervised the history for tens of thousands of years and have seen the prosperity and demise of countless racial forces. This is the first time that we have been asked to take the initiative to intervene in mortal affairs."

"You know, after all, there is an irreversible deflection in our current timeline, and it is impossible to completely repair it. We can only continue to fine-tune it to finally get on the right track."

"Do you really believe Kronom's words? I always feel that Nozdormu's disappearance is suspicious."

"Who knows? Now she holds part of the power of protection, so I can only listen to her."

"That's right, anyway, we are only the lowest-level executors. Since Anachronos and Solidomi have no objections, there is no need for us to worry about it. Now we have to work, will you come or me?"

"Come on, I'm not very good at this kind of thing."

At this time, one of the Warsong orcs watching suddenly showed a strange expression. He started to retreat and left the crowd watching the battle. No one paid attention to him.

The dark crystal in his arms is heating up, which means that the higher-ups of the Twilight's Hammer have sent orders, which are obviously related to this duel.

Although he has been in the Warsong clan for almost ten years, he is not a member of the Warsong clan, but a diehard member of the Shadow Council. Gul'dan placed him in the Warsong clan as a pawn with a special effect, but this relationship It was broken after Gul'dan died on the Broken Shore, but the Twilight's Hammer, who re-established not long ago, found him again and re-established contact.

No one knows whether the orc is still loyal to Gul'dan or has been coerced, but he was eventually used again by the Twilight's Hammer.His name is Tucker, which is a very common name, but it will be recorded in history today.

Grom and Thrall were still wrestling, and beads of sweat had already appeared on the heads of the two leaders, and on a watchtower not far away, Tucker held a light crossbow and aimed at the large crossbow. Chief Thrall, there is a faint blue light on the top of the crossbow, obviously it is a kind of poison.

(End of this chapter)