Stratholme God

Chapter 441
Full of air!

Powerful and domineering!

The treetops and branches of the entire forest were shaking violently.

This cry seemed to drag all the orcs back from the endless world of fear.If there is only one voice and one sentence in this world that they will never forget, then maybe it is it.

The Frostwolf elite suddenly understood why their young chieftain would spare such a high price to rescue this orc hero of the Warsong clan.

Grom* Hellscream, he might die!Maybe he will be brutally killed on the spot!

But his unyielding spirit will illuminate every orc's heart until the last moment of his life.

The orc warrior who had lost his mind for a moment just came back to his senses at the same time, with a shameful expression on his face, a force called "courage" surged from the bottom of his heart.

They... clenched the weapons in their hands and bared their slender fangs.

This scene angered the proud Mannoroth!
For the demons of the Burning Legion who claim to be superior creatures, orcs are really an inferior race not worth mentioning.

They have destroyed an unknown number of worlds, races, and billions of creatures.

Only powerful races that are truly recognized by the demon king Sargeras and incorporated into the legion will be recognized as having the qualification to have an equal dialogue with demons.

Under the legion, all living beings are ants.

It is not unusual for Mannoroth to have such thoughts.

What surprised him was that this little orc, who gained great power only by drinking his blood and was now in a weakened state, had the courage to resist his domination, which made him very unhappy, just like a human being bitten by an ant. same reaction.

"Don't be a slave! Just die—" Mannoroth felt ashamed.

Yes, his despicable fellow Dreadlords are hiding in the corner of the forest to watch his jokes.

Abyss Lord is not a title, but a race.

In the Burning Legion, they are usually responsible for the vanguard.

Vanguard!
Not a word of speculation!
He stopped talking nonsense, and he wielded a giant double-headed sword that can be called the "Zhanjian Dao", and he was at the level of destroying heaven and earth when he appeared on the stage.

On the huge sword head with a shovel-like tip, there was a bright and bright green light, and the sword slashed down obliquely.

The orc riders who had just seen the mountain giant were caught off guard.

The mountain giant is strong but strong, and its movements are cumbersome and slow despite its huge body.

To put it bluntly, when it hits it with a stick, it still has at least five seconds to run away. If it really can't run away, then you deserve it.

But the abyss lord is just a tank running wildly, and it was run over right away.With a huge sword stretched forward, the area covered by this blow is ridiculously large.

A place the size of a basketball court in front of Sal collapsed after a loud bang.

This scene is so scary!

It feels like a human super cannon blasts in front of you, and with the destructive power of the 460mm shell explosion, everything in front of you blooms like fireworks.

An entire squadron of 50 wolf cavalry was instantly torn apart like pieces of paper under the outrageous impact of the giant sword, turning into dirty flesh and blood, and then exploded in all directions.

It's not that the heroic wolf rider encouraged his mount and rushed up desperately, trying to cause damage to Mannoroth, but it was useless.

The Wolf Cavalry's saber couldn't even separate his skin, let alone hurt the inside, and he couldn't dodge it. This demon is too huge. It is like a siege chariot crushed from among the 'dwarf orcs' Pass.

The wolf rider who approached was immediately unlucky and was brutally slaughtered.

"Spread out! The centurion and below evacuate immediately!" Thrall was heartbroken.

These are all relatives and friends of the Frostwolf clan who grew up with him!
In front of the real strong, the quantity becomes meaningless!
Thrall was the first to throw the [Doom Hammer] at the hideous face of the abyss lord!
The will of the previous master, Orgrim, was well passed on to Thrall through this semi-artifact. After obtaining the approval of Warhammer, Thrall can easily exert 100% of its combat power!
Violent fire elements burst out from the square-headed warhammer. Looking from a distance, Thrall didn't throw his own warhammer, but threw a small sun towards Mannoroth's face.

Not even the well-informed pit lord dared to underestimate the blow. He raised his arm and swung Thrall's warhammer away with his huge vambrace.

"collapse!"

The flesh and blood exploded together with the armor.

If it were a human, it would be fatal, but for a thick-skinned abyss lord.

This is far from enough.

Thrall's only long-range weapon, or weapon, was just blown 30 meters away like a pile of garbage.

The next moment, Mannoroth turned into a rage and flew on all fours, rushing towards Thrall!
"Great Chief!" Varok flew over, very reluctantly and dangerously letting Thrall escape the huge claws of the demon lord.

A mocking expression appeared on the demon's face.

The big paw was raised and stepped down hard.

【War Trampling】!
The ground beneath the two of Thrall cracked and collapsed in an instant, and there was a burst of earth-shaking shaking, making it impossible for them to stand up.

In front of them, the terrifying big demon raised the giant sword in his hand high, about to chop off his head.

At this critical moment, Grom suddenly felt that his consciousness was blurred.

Time seemed to stop.

A voice rang in his ear.

Strangely, it was his own voice.

"Grom! You're tired!"

"I can still kill that guy!"

"Grom, you're going to die!"

"What about death?"

"Grom, why did you save him? Thrall is not your clan."

"Thal is the Warchief!"

"Grom, that is the self-appointed great chief. Are you convinced to let this young man ride on your head?"

"I don't agree!"

"Then why..."

"Because! I think I can only be an executioner in this life! An executioner cannot create the future. But he can!"

After saying this in one breath, Grom smiled.

He could feel his own life passing by, he caught glimpses of the white hair hanging from his temples, and he saw the fear in the eyes of the orc warriors.

But so what?

"Lok'Tar-Ogar!"

Grom* Hellscream raised his ax blade full of gaps [Blood Roar], and at the same time let out a roar worthy of the name of 'Hellscream'.

Like a dying lion, he charged at the huge demon lord alone for his last dignity.

It was an indomitable battle. He was facing a huge creature like a legendary titan, a fist as huge as a hill, and a terrifying giant sword that could split the earth.

It was a war between the humblest ants and the self-proclaimed noble giants.

He had never jumped such an exaggerated height in his life that when he jumped, he felt that every inch of muscle in his legs was torn apart.

But so what?

This was the blow that burned his last ray of life and soul!
For the future of the orcs...

He has no regrets!
A blazing red light tore through the atmosphere, like lightning passing through Mannoroth's one-meter-thick ultra-hard metal breastplate.

The chest of this terrifying giant demon creature exploded like a watermelon.

Pit Lord Mannoroth——

dead!
(End of this chapter)