The air completely solidified at this moment. Alan grew his mouth and breathed hard like an oxygen-deficient fish. He couldn't figure out what was going on. In a blink of an eye, the Gerte man on the opposite side seemed to have become as powerful, terrifying and cruel as he had changed!

The pungent smell of blood oozed out from Garrosh, mixed with an indescribable stench. He was standing there, but it seemed as if he was far away from the sky, and the whole world trembled under his cold sight.

Boom! The sound of a shocking explosion sounded, and Garrosh did not see any movement. Alan's feet suddenly erupted from his feet. The lava rose into the sky and turned into a huge magma column with a diameter of about three meters and nearly ten meters high as the continuous eruption.

Alan, caught off guard, was blown aside by the explosion of steam. He had no time to look at the scars burned by the magma on his exposed skin. He was as if his butt was on fire, and he was rushing up from the ground and ran away from the ground in a hurry.

The intuition left by joining the army and participating in the battle saved Allen's life. Although this intuition has transformed into a pitiful and insignificant slightest, it still tried its best to keep sending crazy warnings. Thankfully, Allen subconsciously believed and made the right choice.

Unfortunately, the danger is still there. The earth is cracking, and the hot magma column that twisted the air follows Alan's footsteps, appearing slowly at his feet like teasing his prey. Alan can't remember how long he has been running, as if it was a century, and his lungs are hot and hot.

Since retiring from the army, Allen has never been so desperate as he has today. As the captain of a top band, Allen enjoys all the lights and praises, picking up and dropping off the car in and out, and having a dedicated person to serve him when he is thirsty and hungry. Sponsors flatter him, the agency obeys him, and fans always choose to support him. Allen is extremely proud of this. He does not think he has been corrupted by a comfortable life. He just embarked on another completely different path!

Yes, Allen is a very successful artist, but unfortunately, he is not a brave warrior!

In the end, the last trace of strength in Alan's body was exhausted. He collapsed on the ground and gasped heavily. Looking at Garrosh who was walking slowly, a trace of despair flashed in Allan's eyes. Ironically, what followed him to face death at this time was not the huge reputation he had talked about in the past, but the broken axe that he had been disdainingly disdainingly - Blood Roar!

There was great fear between life and death. Even though Alan kept boasting about how brave and fearless he was when he joined the army, he couldn't help but close his eyes. As death came, inexplicably, this seemingly attractive life appeared in front of Alan's eyes: from a baby in a cradle to a person to a middle-aged man, from nothing to his success and fame now, Alan did not regret the experience he had walked through, nor did he regret taking on this seemingly mortal task for his companion. It was because of the danger that he became more determined to think about it.

But Alan was still a little unwilling to accept it: Gan Te Niang’s military headquarters, Gan Te Niang’s intelligence agency, and my CMC armor are still there. As for me, I was abused to this dog by this primitive man? It was caused by the inaction of these officials of the Political (Harmony) government!

Thinking of this, Allen roared with all his strength: "Carlos, take good care of our band!!!"

Dong, Dong, Dong! The dull footsteps suddenly appeared in this world. It was so prominent that the other two subconsciously moved their eyes. Alan opened his eyes and was delighted at first, and then his face changed drastically and shouted: "Danger!!! Get out of here quickly!!!"

The person who came was unmoved, he easily and naturally bypassed the silent Garrosh and came to Allen to squat down: "Okay Allen, your mission is over, let me leave everything next!"

"Leave it to you?" Allen raised his head angrily and shouted angrily: "Who asked you to come here? You don't know that it is dangerous here? Also, I am the captain, you go home!"

The person who came subconsciously raised his helpless smile, and Alan scolded with anxiety, "One of the few people is the only one who has been a soldier and went to the battlefield. You little rookies don't know that the sky is high and the earth is thick. Listen to me, leave here quickly!"

"Okay Allen, my captain, believe me, I can handle it!"

The visitor helped Alan up, and took the blood roar from his hand, comforting him easily: "Don't forget the concert next Tuesday, everyone is still waiting for you as the backbone to go back quickly. If you are missing, we will not be able to do a lot of things. In the end, the concert will be messed up!"

"Carlos, I..."

"Okay Allen, if you really don't want to leave this world, then find a safe place to hide it. I promise to solve this little trouble soon. Then we will open this world together! How about it? My captain?!"

Looking at Carlos who was confident, although Jianzhi kept telling Allen that the other party was not joking, Allen still felt hesitant. It had nothing to do with trusting, but because Carlos had an impression of him in his mind in the past, just like a familiar friend who suddenly told you that he was actually a superman, and the first reaction of a normal person was that this guy was joking.

Looking at Alan with a smile on his face, looking back step by step, slowly leaving. Carlos turned around and said softly to the silent Garrosh, "There are always some people in this world who can't do anything about him. They can only persuade him to adopt your suggestions with kind words, but no matter what, thank you!"

Hearing the word "Xie", Garrosh, who had originally had a expressionless look, suddenly roared. He held the blood roar in his hand tightly and rushed forward, roaring as he rushed: "You! Why do you let this jumping clown stand here?"

The blood roar that was waving from top to bottom flashed with a pungent smell of blood. The eyes and pieces of flesh on it squirmed. While making the scalp numb, it burst out with a terrifying dark brown light, turning into a howling wind and slashing hard towards the front.

Boom! The house collapsed one after another, the trees were uprooted, and the earth was torn into a terrifying scar of more than ten meters long. Carlos's body was knocked away. He coughed dryly, pulling his legs out of the mud that had slipped out of the mud...

Garrosh's figure came to Carlos like lightning, and the blood roar in his hand waved again: "Who are you! To humiliate?"

Dong! A dull collision sounded, and a violent whistling wind spread out from the middle of the two blood roars, rolling the wreckage of the house and the grass and soil into the sky. After a while, it slowly fell further away. Where the two were fighting, a concave pit dozens of meters wide appeared? Carlos was buried half of his body deep in the earth, holding the handle of the blood roar with both hands and his face pale, and opposite him was Garrosh, who was almost dying for someone to choose anger in his eyes.

Slowly withdrawing the axe, Garrosh jumped hard with both knees, flew into the air, and then held up his blood roar again and slashed hard: "To humiliate me? Or to humiliate our father?"

The dark brown anger, which was even more terrifying than before, erupted from the axe blade, and it kept tangling together in a grin and turned into a huge axe shadow. It pecked at Karlos below, and the earth whined in pain. It trembled and wailed, and cracks emerged from the place where it was hit, spreading rapidly around it with a burst of force. After a moment, the sound of tearing and impact continued, and as the smoke and dust covering the sight spread, half of Galadar collapsed!

Ignoring the dust, Garrosh's eyes locked the target again in the black and white world. His figure disappeared again. When it was revealed again, the flesh on the blood roar turned into hideous fangs, constantly greedily swallowing the flesh and blood on Carlos' shoulders.

With a muffled groan, Carlos swept the axe blade on his left shoulder, and as his body subconsciously trembled, he threw the unwilling blood axe out of his shoulder. After seeing the naked eye, the originally bloody left shoulder slowly healed. After a moment, apart from the tattered clothes, there was also a trace of injury.

"The power of Yashaji?"

Although it was a questioning tone, Garrosh looked very sure: "Sure enough, you also accepted its power! The wind of recovery? Humph, it is just the choice of the cowards!"

"Only by pursuing victory and only violent and bloodthirsty is the real path for the warrior!" Garrosh looked disdainful: "Heaven is on the left and the warrior is on the right, this is our belief!"

"You have lost the pride of the warrior, the loser of another world! You are not worthy of having the surname Hellscream, nor are you worthy of inheriting the glory of the Son of Hellscream!"

"Glory?" Carlos, who was originally pale, turned strangely flushed at this moment. He looked at Garrosh with a sarcastic look: "What is glory? What is orthodox tribe?"

Before Garrosh could answer, Carlos growled: "It is glory to kill his friends and his relatives? Exiting or even killing those companions who have gone through the ups and downs is the orthodox tribe?"

"I used to be as stupid as you, but fortunately I failed. After coming to this world, I also woke up!"

"I have been deeply regretting my decision over the years, and your appearance has strengthened my mind! Let the so-called glory go to hell! You don't know what is truly powerful!"

Carlos's body floated up from the ground, and the originally strange tattoos on his body lit up little by little, and the same dark brown light spurted out from his body, quickly surrounding his body like a big cocoon.

"I, in another world, although you succeeded and became the chief of the tribe, you also failed because you were a sad idiot from beginning to end. Now you must have become a lonely man, right? The power of Yashaji fills your body, corrupts your will, and controls your soul. Look at how you are now, are you still an orc?"

"Ha? Orthodox tribe? A ridiculous joke that makes people feel sad!"

Looking at Carlos, who was rising in a hurry fearlessly, Garrosh sneered at what he said before. The loser is the loser, and he will never understand the power of the successful one!

So what about Yashaji? So what about the ancient god? In the face of the powerful will of the orthodox tribe, it can only wail and be suppressed in the deepest part of its soul, and it will never see the light of day!

What can these evil demons do? They end up beneath my power and begging me to be my slaves!

Hum, the winner is destined to be lonely. I don’t need you, the loser and those idiots who resist, to understand. You just need to act according to my will, move forward, or die!

Thinking of Garrosh's pupils getting gray again, he didn't realize it. Looking at Carlos, who was still rising in his momentum, Garrosh felt a great disgust in his heart, and a sudden anger filled his mind again: "I've had enough of you, this trash, now, die for me!"

Before the last word could be heard, Garrosh's body appeared in the air again. Looking at the cocoon that was getting darker and darker, he took a breath and decided to use all his strength to erase the loser directly, and then kill the jumping clown who humiliated his father's pride and finally leave the world!

Before Garrosh could take action, the cocoon in the air suddenly burst open, and sharp black gas scattered around. Before Garrosh could scatter the black gas that was flying towards him, the next second, a black and white claw grabbed over.

What is this? A thought flashed through Garrosh's mind, and instinctively controlled his body to fall rapidly. After landing, he quickly retreated until he felt a little safe.

Just when Garrosh looked closely, his face suddenly changed, his whole face seemed to cry, laugh, and laugh, and was twisted and hideous. In a trance, a voice that did not belong to him spit out from his throat: "Hunting ant, you dare to desecrate my body!"

Carlos, who appeared in the air, did not look like he used to be. He turned into a monster more than three meters high. The monster's body was filled with twisted black and white patterns. Its upper body had four claws, and the lower part of the body was simply squirming pieces of flesh. Where the monster stood, alternating black and white aura floated out from the surroundings, and flew above his head and disappeared.

A strange voice like countless people whispered: "Yashaji, do you think the guy hidden in is not noticeable? Humph, you want to slowly corrode him and then resurrect him as a container. I have no objection. He is just an ignorant idiot. He doesn't understand what kind of terrifying dark power he is sucking into his body!"

"But you shouldn't come to this world, and you shouldn't offend those powerful forces that you shouldn't offend at all! Following their instructions, I can only annihilate you!"

"Ant, how did you steal my power? Mortals can't resist my will at all!"

"Mortal?" A trace of other expressions appeared strangely on the monster's blurred face. Its eyes had indescribable deep meaning, both like sarcasm and sympathy, and also had a faint feeling and remembrance: "You will naturally know this question after you go to hell!"

"Now, let me swallow your incomplete body and end all this wrong thing!"

"Swallow?" The dark and enticing black light flashed in the eyes of 'Garrosh'. He grinned the monster looking at the sky, and shouted in a crazy laugh: "Come on, let's get together!"

Allen walked back and forth anxiously, and he wanted to go out and see how the battle was going, but the trembling cave and the constant explosions stopped him.

Time passed by minute by minute. Alan, who was originally uneasy, felt that he was about to be crazy. During this period, he kept thinking about it, and all kinds of messy scenes appeared in his mind one after another. Sometimes Carlos was dismembered by the enemy's five horses, and sometimes he was killed. This bad heavy pressure almost suffocated Alan.

Just as Allen became more and more unbearable, the roaring explosion slowly stopped. Unfortunately, Allen suddenly realized it, and he was still immersed in anxiety. The tense veins on his hands silently told his fear.

"Alan, let's go!"

A familiar voice sounded in my ears, and Alan, who came back to his senses, subconsciously agreed: "Okay!" Then he suddenly woke up, looking at Carlos who was slowly walking towards him, full of ecstasy: "Wait, have you solved that enemy?"

He shrugged casually, and Carlos said with a relaxed look: "Although the process was a little troublesome, the result was not unexpected. Okay, let's leave this place!"

Although he had millions of questions in his mind to ask, Alan, who also knew that this was not a good time, nodded. After surrounding him, he spread his hands helplessly: "I think so, but I don't know how to leave!"

Carlos rolled his eyes subconsciously, and he sighed helplessly, "Okay, now you take out your Rubik's Cube, select the communication bar, and enter eight zeros in it, so that you can contact the staff of the Intelligence Bureau and let them teleport us away!"

"So this is a mirror space!" Allen nodded quickly, and took out the Rubik's Cube as instructed, typing and asking casually: "By the way, why don't you contact yourself?"

Carlos' eyes shrank, then shook his head and said, "My cube was destroyed in the battle, so it's up to you!"

After the communication and contact was successful, Alan suppressed his anger and said the purpose once again. He put the Rubik's Cube in his pocket. While waiting for the teleportation, he kept looking up and down at Carlos curiously.

Carlos, who was so embarrassed by this look, could no longer turn a blind eye and said helplessly: "Okay, just ask whatever you want, but let me make a statement first. My power and previous experiences belong to personal privacy, and I will not reveal any trace of it!"

When Allen heard this, his face collapsed, and he couldn't help but mutter: "This doesn't mean he doesn't want to say anything!" After a moment, Allen regained his spirit again. He walked forward and looked at Carlos with admiration and said: "I didn't expect you to hide it! That enemy is almost C-level. This requires a strong firepower class to deal with. You actually killed him by yourself!"

"Class?" Carlos couldn't help but repeat the strange word in a low voice. Alan, who heard it vaguely, nodded and confirmed: "Yes, Class. This is what the commander told me when I joined the army. For those powerful enemies, we need to have a complete assessment method. Only in this way can we make the right tactics to eliminate them."

"By the way," Allen suddenly asked, "Who is Grom* Hellscream? Is he very famous? When you asked me to use this as a stage name, I only felt a little difficult to talk about, but now it seems that this person is very powerful! Also, the enemy seems to know him, and he seems very angry when I said that he is this name."

Alan, who was constantly speaking questions, was getting smaller and smaller. He looked at Carlos, whose face was becoming more and more serious, and finally stopped inexplicably.

"Allen, Grom* Hellscream is you!"

Carlos said in an unquestionable tone: "When I saw you for the first time, I knew you were him! Don't care about other people's opinions, you are you, the real Grom* Hellscream!"

Looking at Carlos with a solemn face, Allen nodded hesitantly. As the two of them chatted, two red beams of light rose from their feet. Allen felt relieved when he saw the beam. Although it was safe now, this place was still too depressing and primitive for him. He could return to that familiar and comfortable era, and Allen felt joy from the inside out.
Chapter completed!