The Hardest Bone Will Eventually Feed Wang

The two hunks turned their heads at the same time, their iron-blooded and wild faces were close at hand.

Darius slammed the hammer on the head, directly smashing Grom's eyes, completely ignoring that his forehead was cut to pieces by the orc's fangs, and took the opportunity to pick up the ax and strike down.

However, when he was dizzy and fell to the ground, the orc's fighting instinct was too strong. With his eyes closed, he grabbed Darius' hand to stop the axe, and the blood roar from the other hand subconsciously hit him.

The howling roar of blood came from the ax blade, if Darius hadn't shrunk his head, he would definitely have been split in two, but even so, a whole piece of scalp with bones was peeled off.

Darius had no choice but to let go. The heavy black giant ax that was originally on Grom's body naturally hit the orc's face, and his fangs were broken. It kicked on his waist, sending Darius flying four or five meters away.

"Good! Good! For the Horde!"

"For Noxus!!"

There was a lot of people's voices, whether it was the beast camp or the Noxus castle, this kind of bloody, fist-to-flesh battle was the most provocative to people's visual nerves.

And it's only started less than 5 minutes ago.

Pooh.

Darius spit out a mouthful of bloody sputum containing internal organs, and there was no trace of pain on his resolute face, only the desire for victory, but he did not charge recklessly anymore, because the black giant ax hit the opposite face just now and he still hasn't returned.

At this time, Grom had already stood up shaking his head with two axes. Although his face was covered in blood and one of his fangs was broken, he looked very happy.

He was very happy, as happy as if he had won 500 million. He didn't take the opportunity to attack Darius, who had no weapon, but looked at the black giant ax in his hand, as if he was really comparing the pros and cons of the two weapons.

"Very good axe, man, tell me the name of this axe, it should not be unknown."

"Black Cleaver, this is its name, it is not unknown, and its greatest deed will be to cut off your head."

Darius answered while thinking about how to get the weapon back.

"Being decapitated by such an ax seems good. It must be a very honorable death. But I can't bear my Gorehowl. Maybe this black cutter can be left for my son to go to war."

Grom smiled with his fangs broken, but under the gaze of hundreds of thousands of surprised eyes, the two axes still slipped from his palm.

"But now, Maggora is still going on, but the next battle doesn't need an ax anymore."

The suppressed emotions of the orc camp were instantly ignited at this moment.

"Grom!!"

"Grom!!"

"Grom!!"

"Grom!!"

The orcs shouted the name of the orc chief crazily, shaking mountains and seas. At this moment, the figure covered in blood and giving up weapons in the flames and shadows became the best interpretation of the honor of the orcs.

This is the Maggora that the orcs expect to see, and this is the pride of a true warrior.

"Give up weapons and hand-to-hand combat! You'll regret it, Greenskin."

Darius said in a solemn voice without changing his face, while taking off his heavy armor. The greatest use of the armor is to block sharp weapons. In hand-to-hand combat where short blows are difficult to kill, agility is far less important.

"What I regret the most is not being the first to play, which left a stain on this Makgora. The only way to wash it off is to tell everyone with this most honorable Makgora."

Grom took a deep, deafening breath.

"Orcs will never be slaves!!!!!!!!!"

"Hurrah!!"

The orc army roared like thunder, and there was an endless stream. Although they had lost two games in a row before, but under the encouragement of Grom's blood, their morale was already like a rainbow. Instead, the Noxus frowned. The momentum reversed, as if the loser was the Noxus.

It's just that the Lich in the stands is the one who is most familiar with the origins of this group of orcs, but after hearing this slogan, it doesn't feel right.

Isn't Gul'dan gone? It stands to reason that the Horde has temporarily escaped the instigation of the Burning Legion.

Never be a slave, not whose slave?

Author's message:

PS: I have been missing for a few days, and I would like to say sorry to all the readers.At the beginning of April, my mother got influenza. At first, I thought it was just a cold and fever for a few days.

I got better from a small flu, but my mother's condition worsened and she had concurrent inflammation. I didn't go to the hospital for more than ten years. But in those few days, I took my mother to a Chinese medicine doctor to ask if it was okay or even worsened. Then I hurried to the hospital to take medicine and get an IV. , I spent about [-] yuan back and forth, and I was so upset that I wasted all the books.

Resuming updates starting today, although not fast, the book will not eunuch.

407. Fist is a Man's Romance

"Attack me!"

Grom growled with his back to the ring of fire, baring his hairy, rock-solid chest.

Darius took off his full body armor and left his trousers and iron gloves, revealing his pectoralis major, which was not inferior to that of an orc. He walked up to the orc without any tricks, shoulder to shoulder and eye to eye.

Then swing an iron fist.

Grom didn't defend, didn't evade, and didn't even blink. An iron fist that was so heavy that it could dent the armor fell heavily on his cheek. The terrifying sound of physical collision made people worry that his head would be smashed. .

When the iron fist that almost deformed the orc's face was firmly set on his head, those eyes were already fixed on Darius in front of him.

"Good punch."

The orc praised heroically, and then grabbed the opponent's shoulder and it was a rocket knee.

Boom!

Darius staggered back, lowered his head to find a crack in his iron gauntlet, which was the price he paid for defending against that knee bump.

It seemed that Darius exchanged a pair of gloves for a punch to the orc to take advantage of it, but at this time it was actually the orc who was more imposing.

"Your companion's strength is outstanding. Even a female can use a man's fist to decide the winner. Come and tell me whether your fist is a male's fist."

This is Grom's goal. He not only wants to win, but also regains the aura that was taken away by Hong Meiling and Kerrigan just now.

"Men? Women? Sorry, I don't have such boring things in my fists, only the power of Noxus."

Darius gritted his teeth, threw away the discarded iron gloves, tightened his armpits, and took a step forward.

Swing a punch that breaks through the air.

Peng!

Then bumped into the orc's huge green fist.

"An admirable fist, then use your fist to tell me how powerful Noxus is!!"

The orc roared, and punched Darius' almost deformed face with a backhand.

But this time Darius didn't back down.

The punch continued to swing, knocking away the remaining fang of the orc.

With a punch, the bridge of the human nose was broken.

With a punch, the orc's breastbone broke.

With a punch, the human eye sockets bleed.

With a punch, the orc's nostrils cracked open. .

Blood like migratory locusts, sweat like shooting stars.

The two hunks had completely given up dodging and defense within the circle of fire, and stayed where they were, punching each other wildly.

Without fancy tricks, they savagely landed on each other's strong body. In the mist of blood and sweat rising and evaporating, the two extremely masculine men played a violent piece of music using each other's flesh as a musical instrument.

It seems that the drumbeat is gradually rising to the climax, pulling everyone's hearts to rise continuously, high!sharp!sublimation!

Each punch became heavier and slower, and everyone held their breath during each heavy punch, waiting for the final note of the final iron fist.

The two extremely masculine men fought each other for 10 minutes under the watchful eyes of tens of thousands of people. After Darius swung his punch riddled with holes for more than 15 seconds, the expected next The fist didn't come.

Lifting his swollen, barely visible eyelids, the orc was right in front of his eyes, head thrown back.

Peng.

Peng, Darius lay down on his back, while Grom Hellscream stood up unsteadily with his bruised waist, and roared to the sky.

Deafening.

The entire camp of the orc army cheered like thunder, as if they had won the final victory, but the walls of Fore Castle were dead silent.

"Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!"

Shocking voices erupted from the orc camp, and Grom unsteadily picked up his Gorehowl giant ax and came to the lying Darius, roaring and showing off to all the orcs.

Gorehowl held it up high.

"Although I don't like her very much, I think I should save him. After all, although everything he does is cold-blooded, it is still to protect his own country."

On the ramparts Raynor saw everything through the scope.

"What an accident. I thought you'd let him die outside like this, but if you shot him and saved him, do you think the orcs would let half the castle go?"

Kerrigan teased, which made Raynor's trigger finger twitch.

"But I will support you no matter what, Mr. Cowboy, because you are my hero, and I am willing to follow your decision."

"Thank you, Sarah, don't worry, I will find the best time to shoot..."

"I don't think it's necessary."

At this moment, Gus, who had been watching coldly on the city wall, said in a deep voice.

It was only then that they realized that Grom had lowered the Gorehowl that was raised high, and looked at the great chief Blackhand outside the circle of fire with puzzled and shocked faces, because he had just told him a piece of news.

Kargath Bladefist isn't dead, he just woke up from a coma.

This is not good news for Makgora, who emphasizes justice and honor. Makgora has two major rules, one is not to use any spells, and the other is fist to fist, weapon to weapon fair duel, not that This is a kind of gladiatorial fight against wild beasts with bare hands or with a dozen or so asymmetrical fights.

He could have killed Darius, but that would obviously have watered down the honor of Mak'Gora, which was exactly what Grom would not tolerate.

"Fortunately, your companion's kindness saved your life. I will not kill you. I will let you live with shame."

Grom picked up Darius in disgust and threw him out of the fire circle, but took Darius' ax Black Cleaver.

"But if you want your weapon back, then come to me for a duel again, and I will kill you next time without defaulting on each other, or you can kill me to get back your warrior's honor."

A gap was opened in the gate of Fore Castle, and a few Noxus soldiers trotted out to pick up the unconscious Darius and ran away, but the tense face of the chief Blackhand had a smile.

Choose against the city wall.

"Listen, all humans defending the city. Your bravery has earned my respect. You have won two duels, but you have come close. I will keep my word. I swear by the Warchief of the Horde, I will give you Twelve hours to evacuate, during which time I will not attack and track your people, and it is up to you to decide who will leave and who will stay and fight with us. Once twelve hours fall, the orc army will capture this poor place Castle, when I will raze it to the ground and set you a warrior's tomb."