Shadow Trails in Azeroth

(There is something wrong with the title of the previous chapter, but the background modification cannot change the title. The editor is still celebrating the New Year and will change it after the New Year. SORRY)

"Have him killed! Quick, I've pinned him down, give him an ax!"

On the platform of Death, while Dailin and Finna were fighting, Grom was being beaten by five warriors: Varok, Samuro, Lantrexo, Jean and Muradin.

This damn orc chief was so arrogant before, how embarrassed he is now.

Muradin, who was in the state of a god descending to earth, firmly pressed the legs of Grom, who was roaring like a wild beast, to prevent him from getting up. Jean pressed on the chief, tearing at him like a mad wolf with his claws.

The two sword masters were also slashing with their swords, and Varok Saurfang was accumulating power.

Hellscream, who was suppressed on the ground, could only hold Gorehowler with both hands, struggling to resist the slashing attacks from above. His arms, shoulders, and head were all covered with scars.

His body was almost covered in blood.

The five people in front of me are not easy to deal with. It takes some time to deal with them one on one. Now one on five, the battle is still limited to a place as large as the Death Platform. Under normal circumstances, Grom is almost No chance of winning.

Chief Warsong and others knew this.

So while they were holding back their efforts to send Grom out, Hellscream was also trying to "cheat" in their own way.

"His strength is increasing, hurry up!"

The disgraced Muradin shouted, urging.

Even with the brute strength of the dwarf god descending from the earth, it was almost impossible to suppress Grom Hellscream, whose eyes were getting redder and redder. This guy's health bar was being continuously reduced by other warriors.

But that doesn't mean he's getting weaker.

With the blessing of the legendary power called "Blood Roar", the more injured Grom is, the stronger his destructive power becomes. His true peak combat power can only be displayed when his health is left.

for example

Now!

"boom"

The dwarf warrior who was holding down the orc's legs was kicked away by Grom. The mad wolf Gene, who was lying on the orc's body and doing crazy damage, covered in blood, was also knocked away by Grom's angry punch.

The swords chopped down by the two sword masters above their heads were firmly blocked by the blood-stained blood roars raised high.

Amidst the burning of the bursting blood-red fury, Grom stood up bit by bit in a half-kneeling posture, as if he had walked out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

The heavy swords pressed down by the two sword masters could not suppress him.

Grom Hellscream's current posture is the same as that of a transformed devil muscleman. When the power of Blood Roar is fully released, he is simply like a moving humanoid muscle monster.

"boom"

The blood roar in his hand rotated, pushing away the sword master's sword, and then swung an ax forward, colliding head-on with Varok's dark hand.

The solid anger wrapped around Saurfang's weapon was directly smashed, and he even lost his balance and took several steps back.

Grom stood there, blood dripping down his broken armor, the scars on his body and the weapons in his hands. It was his own blood, the blood shed by being surrounded by the people in front of him.

Grom, who looked like an angry ghost, raised half of his face. Surrounded by five people, his bloody face grinned with a twisted smile, as if he was not surrounded by the people in front of him.

Instead, he surrounded them all alone.

"Gorehowl is roaring."

Grom stuck out his tongue, licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said:

"It has already tasted the taste of my blood, and now it wants a change of taste. Did you enjoy the cutting just now?"

"Roar!"

Gene, who was a little confused by the blood, was the first to rush forward with his wolf claws. His movements were as fast as a ghost, and the wildness of the werewolf was fully exposed. He could cut through the steel plate with just a tear of his claws.

Jean is obviously an assassin-type warrior.

Relying on the werewolf's sense of beasts, he narrowly dodged Grom's two axes, returned two claws, and left a bloodstain on the orc's face diagonally across the face, and the next claw went straight to Grom's throat. Leave it alone.

But the moment the third ax hit him, a ball of light burst out from the Werewolf King and disappeared into the platform.

The power of this ax made the other four disgraced warriors widen their eyes, and also caused the wolf's mane on the neck of Jean, who appeared unharmed outside the platform, to stand on end.

Shocked by the breath of death, the wildness in Jean's heart exploded like a bomb, capturing his mind in an instant.

This gray werewolf was faster, and the claw blades of his claws were more prominent. He rushed towards the platform in front of him like a ghost, but was blocked by the divine power set by Odin.

Jean howled and scratched the golden light wall, and the golden light flew from the scratches. Bloody light appeared in the beast pupils of his eyes. At this time, Jean was in his strongest form, with his animal nature overwhelming his humanity.

Unfortunately, he has lost the chance to continue competing.

If it were a real battle, he would be killed instantly by the opponent before he even opened his weapon.

The werewolf's power shouldn't be such an inconvenience, it can only be said that Gene hasn't really mastered the werewolf's power yet. If he could skillfully transform into a beastly gray wolf in an instant, Grom might be the one who would be eliminated.

But as a legendary werewolf with thick health and high defense, he was instantly killed by an axe. Grom, your blood roar is a bit strong. Are you cheating?

"First!"

Chief Warsong bared his white teeth.

As if he couldn't feel the pain on his face at all, he looked at the next victim.

Lantrexo, who was in the form of Wind Step, slashed with a knife, and in an instant he created three power clones, intending to complete a quadruple jump slash. If he hit this knife, Grom would definitely lose the power to fight back.

But Gorehowl swung like a rolling storm, a one-handed whirlwind slash that destroyed the Juggernaut's clone, and blocked Lantreso's war blade with a flick of the last ax blade. He choked and threw the orc sword master on his face.

The latter counterattacked instantly, but obviously Blood Roar's headshot was faster.

The black sword disappeared along with its owner before it hit Grom's neck.

"the second."

Grom touched the newly added wounds on his body. He didn't care about the pain that he no longer felt. He was even enjoying the pain.

The anger that stimulated him kept erupting, and this feeling of walking between life and death was great.

It was as if he had finally escaped from the boring reality, and he only needed someone else to add the final blow to end this already heavy sinful soul.

Muradin, who was in the state of being a god, was made hairy all over by Grom's attitude as a war ghost, but the dwarves are a bunch of reckless men. Muradin was not afraid, but took the initiative to rush forward with a hammer and axe, roaring.

Samuro also responded to the dwarves' frontal attack, emerging from the flank.

As a sword master, he held the flaming blade in his hand and launched a surprise attack. His mirror image attacked with him. In order to kill with one blow, the flaming sword master used three of his own swords.

While Hellscream blocked Muradin's war hammer and battle ax with Gore Roar, the Juggernaut pierced the orc chief's heart with a clean sword from behind.

But when the blazing blazing blade slid into Grom's back, it felt as if it was stuck by his hands and could no longer pierce forward.

Grom's anger has turned into substantial armor, making this fatal blow in vain. The anger originating from the orc roared in reverse, like the collision of blazing spikes.

"boom"

Muradin was kicked away by the war chief and hit the ground hard under the platform, right in the middle of Dailin and Fenner's frantic sword fight, forcing the father and daughter who were "killing each other" to separate.

In the next moment, Musaro, who was sneaking around and attacking, was thrown away by Grom with the back of his Blood Roar ax like a war hammer.

His sword struck.

But Grom did not die.

The feeling of being on the verge of death made Hellscream seem to be hallucinating. He could clearly fall down at any time, and he couldn't even hold the battle ax in his hand. But looking at the guy walking over bleeding all the way, Saurfa was the only one left. I still feel a mountain of pressure.

"Come on, Varok!"

Grom dragged Gorehowl, which was covered in blood and minced meat, and walked towards Varok Saurfang step by step. He pointed at his head covered in blood and said:

"Go here, strike hard, and you will be able to kill the invincible Grom Hellscream and win supreme reputation for your clan. You will become Hellscream's terminator, and you will be crowned the champion of Draenor. The name.

come! "

"Why don't you give yourself an ax?"

Varok sneered, grabbed the hand of darkness and sneered:

"Do you also regard suicide as a sin? Grom, when did you switch to a paladin?"

"Of course I will die at the hands of the enemy."

Chief Warsong shrugged and answered unsteadily:

"I'm a warrior after all. Stop talking nonsense. Come on, if you can't find your brother to practice with, you can still do it, but compared to Brooks, you are far behind.

I heard that the screams of pigs can scare you?

Well, Varok, Varok, you are not far away from learning Death Wish. "

The next moment, it was like two people chatting and exerting force at the same time.

Two strong bodies wrapped in rage collided fiercely. After a loud war cry, a ball of light dissipated into a pool of blood.

Grom lowered his head and glanced at the dark hand under his feet that turned into a stream of light and disappeared. He shook his head, and the world in front of him began to spin.

But the desire to fight in his heart was still roaring, and he still had to find his next opponent.

When he looked back a second later, he saw the tauren Kane severing the neck of Lord Darius Crowley. Behind Kane, the Supreme Shield Girl who tried to sneak attack had one of her arms broken.

Heya roared angrily and swung Odin's Wrath Sword with one hand to kill Kane, but the Minotaur turned around and pierced the shield girl's heart without any mercy or hesitation.

The place where Heya's armor was hit collapsed and shattered instantly, as if it had been hit by a battering ram.

When she appeared outside the Death Platform, her fingers were still covering her heart. At that moment, she really saw herself as the Valkyrie in a trance.

But the next second, Heya's face showed an unconcealable frustration.

She clenched her fists and looked back at the platform behind her amid the fanatical roars of the Heroic Spirits. Grom was jumping down from a high place with difficulty, and Kane was also holding a halberd and walking towards Grom with his tail swung. .

Between the two of them, the situation of the battle changed again.

Because of Muradin's "fall", the battle between the two Proudmoores was forced to stop, but Dailin did not intend to end his trial just like that.

"Hey, Dai Lin, come with me, that orc is quite powerful."

Grom kicked a large piece of the stone armor that Muradin had condensed outside his body as a god from the gods down to earth, making this dwarf prince with a good personality look like a fragile clay pot art.

He yelled and got up from the ground, while calling his good brother Dailin to come with him to deal with Grom, who was now shaking when he walked.

But Dailin ignored Muradin.

His red eyes stared at Fenna opposite, and his daughter also stared at him.

Next to Fenna was the Flame Blade Sword Saint Samuro, who was struggling to get up while holding the Flame Blade.

The father and daughter exchanged glances for a second, and then Fenna drew her sword and rushed towards the Burning Blade Sword Master, while Dailin looked at Muradin with the command sword. He flicked the blade wrapped in anger and said to the angry dwarf:

"My dear Muradin, you should know that this is a big fight, right?"

"I know."

Muradin puffed his beard and said with eyes wide open:

"That's why we have to solve it together. Wait, you don't mean that"

The dwarf turned around and saw Dai Lin's eager eyes. Muradin was stunned for a moment, then curled his lips and clanged the war hammer and battle ax in front of him twice.

Amidst the powerful sparks flying, the dwarf's stone face also showed a fighting expression.

"Ah, you think old Muradin is easier to deal with than Grom, right? You cunning bastard! Well, let old Muradin teach you a lesson just like he taught you swordsmanship.

You should know that your father’s swordsmanship was also taught by me, right? "

"哐"

The dwarf responded with a powerful double-edged slash. In a furious state, Dai Lin activated the Iron Vrykul stance. This slash hit Muradin, causing his broken stone armor to crack outwards. Shattered.

The dwarf was not polite. He blocked the beheading and then threw the storm hammer. In the roaring and approaching charge, he vented his anger at being beaten by the green skin on Dai Lin, who took the initiative to challenge.

As he said, he wanted to teach this disobedient disciple in front of him a lesson just like Dai Lin did when he was a child.

As for Fenner's side.

She no longer had the energy to pay attention to the battle situation on Dai Lin's side. Even if Samuro was injured by Grom, the Fire Blade Sword Master was still an extremely difficult opponent.

His nimble footsteps and lightning-fast attacks, his elusive surprise attacks, and his indistinguishable transformation of power illusions made Fenner feel like she was dealing with a downgraded version of her bratty brother Blake.

But it makes sense to challenge such a powerful opponent!

Wasn't it because she longed for this kind of story of encountering a powerful enemy and winning a battle that she gave up her family's magic tradition and turned to the way of a warrior?

This is the fight she longs for!

The elven swords in her hands were vibrating and calling to her, Quel'Sera was roaring at the enemy, and Quel'Delar was calming Fenna's angry heart.

The two swords were communicating with her, and the two swords were guiding her to a higher level on this path of power.

Fenna's rapid growth is definitely not just because of her bad brother. Even without the power of Tyr, she will definitely become a powerful warrior.

She is learning.

Every time she passed by the Burning Blade or was hit by it, she clumsily imitated her opponent and turned it into her own power in a very short period of time.

After realizing that it was impossible to win the battle with the Fire Blade Master in a warrior's way, Finna immediately changed her style of play. At this moment, she seemed to have become Black wielding Salamani.

The anger was still burning, but Fenner's attack method seemed to switch seamlessly from a berserker to a one-hit assassin in an instant. She avoided the jump slashes of three power illusions in a row, causing her to switch positions with her own illusion in an attempt to sneak attack. Samuro also looked surprised.

But now is the moment when we must attack!

Samuro's heart was also longing for victory in this battle, which was betting on the Burning Blade Clan's hope of regaining its lost glory.

The moment all three mirror images were cut by Fenner, the Burning Blade Sword Master jumped out from the shadow behind Fenner, and the burning sword, like the sword that stabbed Grom just now, pierced Fenner's back and heart.

However, due to the warning from Quel'Delar's Mind Mirror, Finna turned slightly sideways, so that Samuro's blade did not hurt her heart.

A missed strike that fails to kill is costly.

The outcome was reversed in the interval.

In the next moment, Samuro was backhandedly stabbed by Quel'Sera, who was trying to wrap up his anger. He pierced the neck with a crushing technique, and then shattered the Juggernaut's body into light with the rotation of Finna's wrist.

Blood overflowed from the stupid warrior's fingers. She felt the pain and weakness. She raised her head the next moment and saw Dai Lin getting up with almost the same movement.

The dwarf behind the admiral whose heart was smashed also turned into a stream of light and disappeared on the platform.

Of course, the father-daughter game will continue, and Grom and Kane have already locked horns.

There are only four people left, and the outcome may be decided in the next moment.