Stratholme God

   Chapter 441 Heavier than Mount Tai

   Full of energy!

   Mighty and domineering!

   shook the treetops and branches of the entire forest violently.

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

  The Frostwolf elite suddenly understood why their young chieftain had to save the orc hero of the Warsong clan at such a high price.

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

   But his unyielding spirit will illuminate the heart of every orc until the very end of his life.

   The orc warrior who had lost his mind just now came back to his senses at the same time, with an expression of shame on his face, a power called [Courage] welled up from the bottom of his heart.

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

   This scene angered the proud Mannoroth!

   For the Burning Legion demons who claim to be high creatures, the orcs are really an inferior race that is not worth mentioning.

   They have destroyed how many worlds, how many races, how many billions of various creatures.

   Only the powerful races that are truly recognized by the Demon King Sargeras and accepted into the legion will be recognized as having the right to talk to the demons on an equal footing.

Under the    army, all living beings are ants.

  It is not uncommon for Mannoroth to think like this.

What made him strange was that this little orc who only gained his power by drinking his blood had the courage to resist his domination, which made him very unhappy, like a human being bitten by an ant. Same reaction.

   "Don't be a slave! Die—" Mannoroth felt that he had lost face.

   Yes, his vile colleagues of the Dreadlord are hiding in the corner of the forest and watching him laugh.

  Abyss Lord is not a title, but a race.

   In the Burning Legion, they are usually the vanguard.

   Vanguard!

   The words are not speculative for half a sentence!

  No more nonsense, he wields a giant double-headed sword that can be called the [Scuter Sword], and when he appears on the stage, he will destroy the sky and destroy the earth.

  The huge sword head with a tip like a shovel emits a bright and dazzling evil green light, and it slashes down with a slanted sword.

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

  The mountain giant is strong, and its movements are cumbersome and slow in addition to its huge body.

  It doesn't sound good to say, it hits it with a stick, and it has at least five seconds to run.

   But the lord of the abyss is a tank that ran wild and ran over immediately. A giant sword stretched forward, and the area covered by this blow was unbelievably large.

   A place the size of a basketball court in front of Thrall disintegrated with a loud bang.

   This scene is so scary!

   It feels like a human super cannon is blasted in front of you, and with the destructive power of the 460mm cannonball, everything in front of you blooms like fireworks.

   An entire 50-rider wolf cavalry squadron was instantly shredded like a piece of paper under the outrageous impact of the giant sword, turned into filthy flesh, and then exploded in all directions.

   It's not that there are no heroic wolf riders who instigated the mounts and rushed up at the risk of death in an attempt to cause damage to Mannoroth, but it was useless.

The wolf cavalry's sword can't even separate his skin, let alone hurt the inside, and he can't dodge. This demon is too huge. It is like a siege chariot from the 'dwarf orcs'. Pass.

   The approaching wolf rider immediately fell bad luck and was brutally slaughtered.

   "Disperse! Immediately evacuate below the centurion!" Thrall was heartbroken.

   These are the Frostwolf clan relatives and friends who grew up with him!

   In front of the real powerhouse, the number becomes meaningless!

   Thrall threw the [Doom Hammer] at the pit lord's hideous face first!

   The will of the previous owner Orgrim was well passed on to Thrall through this semi-artifact. After gaining the approval of the Warhammer, Thrall can easily exert 100% of its combat power!

  The violent fire element burst out from the square-headed warhammer. Looking at it from a distance, Thrall threw a small sun into Mannoroth's face instead of throwing his own warhammer.

   Even the well-informed abyss lord did not dare to underestimate this blow. He raised his arm and swayed Thrall's warhammer with his huge gauntlet.

   "Crash!"

The    flesh and blood burst together with the arm armor.

   Replaced with humans, which is enough to be fatal, but for the thick-skinned Abyss Lord.

   This is not enough.

   Thrall's only long-range weapon, or weapon, was sent flying thirty meters away, like a pile of garbage.

   The next moment, Mannoroth, who was so embarrassed, flew on all fours and rushed towards Thrall!

   "The Great Chief!" Varok flew over, and very reluctantly, dangerously and dangerously, let Thrall escape the huge claws of the demon lord.

   A playful expression appeared on the demon's face.

  The big claws were raised and stepped down hard.

  【War Trample】!

  The earth under Thrall collapsed and collapsed in an instant, and the earth shook for a while, making them unable to stand up at all.

   In front of them, the terrifying great demon raised the great sword in his hand, and was about to cut it off.

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

   Time seems to have stopped.

   A voice sounded 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."

   "Thrall is the Warchief!"

   "Grom, that's the self-proclaimed warchief. Are you convinced to let this young man ride on your head?"

   "I don't agree!"

   "Then why..."

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

After saying this sentence    in one breath, Grom smiled.

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

   But so what?

   "Lok'Tar-Ogar!"

  Grom* Hellscream, raised the [Georrow] whose axe blade was full of notches, and at the same time let out a thunderous roar worthy of the name of 'Hellscream'.

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

   It was an indomitable battle. He faced a huge creature like the 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 he felt every inch of muscle in his legs rip apart when he jumped.

   But so what?

   This is a blow that burns the last ray of his life and soul!

  For the future of the orcs...

   He has no regrets!

   A blazing red light ripped through the atmosphere, like lightning passing through Mannoroth's one-meter-thick super-hard metal breastplate.

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

   Pit Lord Mannoroth——

die!

   (end of this chapter)