Stormwind God

Gruul's arm sank violently, and he tried to raise his hand, but it seemed like he was locked in a huge set of invisible huge heavy shackles.

Illidan slowly pulled out the famous pair of green double-edged blades from behind, and gently fought in front of him.

"哐"

It was a crisp and raspy voice.

The bright green evil energy swings like a wave of water on the double blades of Essinos. This pair of artifact double blades grabbed from the Lord of the Void and once again controlled by the evil energy owner immediately resonated cheerfully.

The gravel falling from the rustle on the broken top wall fell to the double blades, and immediately hit a layer of invisible barriers, which refracted and rebounded away.

The dazzling rays of evil energy on the blade did not flash away, but became more and more fierce. The dazzling green awns seemed to overpower all the light in the Great Temple.

With Illidan's fierce momentum swinging away, everything around him seemed to tremble in the storm.

"Flash away!" Thrall finally shouted.

flash?

How to flash?

If the thief is agile, then no problem.

Even the burly orc warrior has a chance to dodge.

But Gruul, the dragon-slayer, has a hill-like figure, and is doomed to attack him with all his attacks.

With the sound of the wind being split, the illusion appeared, and it looked like there were countless channels of crescent moon shining brightly towards Gruul.

Grull yelled, he had just balanced his body and raised his right paw to shoot.

It was at this moment that the space seemed to have a strange dislocation. In the final moment, Gruul, the Dragon Slayer, jerked his head. As a result, a long, long green line appeared at the connection between his left shoulder and his body.

"No!" Thrall cried out in the distance.

Gruul was the peerless powerhouse he introduced to the tribe for a great price. Although this method of relying on outsiders is a bit unreliable, in order to gain more speaking power in the communication with the alliance, the existence of a demigod strong is necessary. Even though Gruul is only a demigod, not a real demigod.

Now Gruul is clearly suffering a lot.

Because of the huge colonnade behind Gruul's arm and the thick outer wall of the temple, the extension of that green line can be clearly seen.

It wasn't until a full second that everyone saw Gruhr's huge left arm comparable to a train wagon flew out.

The arm was spinning in the air, probably about five or six laps, and finally crashed onto the battlefield below.

The split arm fell into the middle of a group of tribal soldiers, like a Foshan collapse. This half-flesh and half-rock arm immediately pressed the bottom dozens of soldiers into meat sauce. The remaining arm still rolled out, and suddenly the whole formation of the tribe was flattened. I don't know how many tribal warriors were hit by bones and broken, and died on the spot.

The tribal overseers commanding the battle below stared at this scene in astonishment. Their invincible impression of Gruul collapsed in just a few seconds.

This is not the end.

When Illidan's Essinos double-edged Gruul's arm, all of a sudden, a thumping sound came from above and below the hall.

As if something was cracking, no, it's not cracking anymore, it's just crumbling.

In the battle, the crowd couldn't help but look back. The half of the temple hall closest to the outer wall suddenly separated along the green line cut off by Illidan.

The side that was not connected to the foundation or the supporting column, along with the unbalanced Gruul, banged down and fell to the flat ground near the entrance of the temple instantly, causing a more terrible secondary killing.

Gruul wasn't dead, and his angry rage told everyone this fact.

Obviously, in a short period of time, Gruul can no longer participate in the war.

At this moment, everyone finally has a relatively clear understanding of the strength of Illidan, the king of the Outland.

No one present was Illidan's opponent!

For a moment, the air was dead.

Illidan's figure flickered at high speed, just a few movements similar to the flash of the mage, and had come to Thrall.

He could clearly sense that Thrall holding the Doomhammer was shaking slightly.

Illidan tilted his head, opened his mouth, which was also full of sharp fangs, and revealed a cruel smile how it looked: "Is Orc's Chief Warlord Sal? You are good! I give you a chance to lead The whole tribe surrendered to me and became my slave. Then I can forgive your sins against my fortress. "

Thrall's pupils only saw Illidan's aggressive purple-blue face, and his mouth full of threatening fangs.

At this moment he could not feel the loss of temporarily losing Dragon Slayer Gruul. What he had in his heart now was only the fear of Illidan's overwhelming power.

But Thrall was never a timid person.

Otherwise, he cannot be the leader of the tribe.

Taking a deep breath into the lungs, he exhausted all his strength and snarled out.

"Orcs are never slaves"

Classic, the reason is classic.

It is because the will and belief contained in it cannot be reproduced.

Nine years ago, in the face of a powerful alliance, Thrall led his enslaved orcs to break free from their cages and cut off the shackles to become free.

Nine years later, in the face of half-strong Illidan, Thrall still had no reason to betray his compatriots.

Perhaps, with this hammer down, Thal himself might die.

But life and death were never the first thing Sal considered.

All he has to do is declare an answer that longs for freedom!

The flames of Doomhammer illuminated Illidan's half face. The outline of that handsome night elf ten thousand years ago still faintly remained on the wicked face.

However, at this moment Thrall's behavior humiliated Illidan.

Because Thrall chose a difficult road that was consistent with his goals, but the opposite way directly opposed!

"Then you die," Essinous's double-edged sword looked like a green circle that kept spinning around Illidan.

This circle came first, avoiding the heavy hammer easily, and approached Thrall's neck faster.

At this moment, a huge figure bluntly inserted between Thrall and Illidan.

"Ah!" Thrall's eyes widened in amazement.

In his eyes, the size of a copper bell, in his vision, the figure he once lost and regained, the extremely familiar figure was cut in half in front of him ...

"Orgrim !? No"