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Once again, Sylvanas sighed. She was riding a chocobo and was returning to Quel'Thalas through the wetlands. Nathanos's attitude made her still a little angry. The parchment was taken out of the water by the female elf.

After fishing it out, although it was scrapped, some writing could be discerned, especially the four words "Ranger Lord" written on it. This is an honor that many elves will never get in their lifetime.

She was very disappointed now and didn't understand why Nathanos refused the Windrunner family's gratitude since he chose to help Alleria and Quel'Thalas? What did he want to gain by doing this? Not fame and wealth, that was

What? She wanted to ask Nathanos this question before leaving, but in the end she didn't ask. She knew that this question would definitely anger the human.

"Stubborn guy!" Sylvanas muttered, folded the parchment and put it away. A lot of things have happened recently, such as conflicts between the Windrunner family and the Silver Moon Council. Alleria is now popular

The leader of the family, she has always been the ranger general of Silvermoon City. She is a radical hawk when it comes to orcs. In just a few months, Alleria privately sent hundreds of travelers to search across the continent.

Those orcs were hiding everywhere, and she directly gave the order to hunt them, because she knew that if the orcs were handed over to the Alliance, the humans would just lock them up. Thinking of this, Sylvanas couldn't help but frowned,

The Alliance has not yet properly dealt with the issue of the orcs. It has not yet decided when Orgrim will be tried. Moreover, there is another question that concerns her the most, and that is where is the leader of the forest trolls, Zuljin?

Nathanos once told her that he had attacked Zulkin in Quel'Thalas. Later, Sylvanas investigated everywhere and found various signs that the troll was still alive. Only she knew this secret, even for

Alleria also chose to hide it for the time being. Her sister had enough things to deal with recently.

Delano

Hellscream stared down. He was ordered by Ner'zhul to perform an important mission here, but he was very reluctant because he was going to attack members of the former tribe.

"Chief!"

"They didn't notice us, did they?"

"Yes, Hellscream. They are defenseless!"

Grom nodded, today is an unforgettable day.

"Warriors of the Warsong clan! Charge!"

He jumped up.

Under the sunlight, Gorehowl reflected dazzling light, the ax swung in a huge arc, and the roaring sound spread throughout the battlefield. Behind him, his warriors were demonstrating their superb combat skills.

All kinds of screams and shouts formed a real war song. The heart-stopping momentum not only inspired them, but also intimidated their enemies-the Bone-Chewing Clan!

The first bone-chewing orc to react from the panic came within Grom's attack range. He shouted something inarticulate. Hellscream glared at him, and Gorehowl slashed at his neck, slicing it open easily.

His flesh and blood, even his bones. His head fell off, and his face still maintained the same look as when he roared just now, with a hint of surprise. The green body fell down, and blood splashed onto Grom's face. Chewing bones

The clan is missing a member.

All the Warsong orcs are trying their best to attack, which is a feeling that has been lost for a long time. Grom knows very well that the strong fighting spirit of the Bonechewer orcs is enough to make any enemy tremble and fear, so he warned his people -

-The bone-chewing orcs are a group of lunatics, ferocious and barbaric. Unfortunately, they only know how to rely on brute force and do not understand the importance of unity and cooperation. In comparison, you are much stronger. Just always pay attention to the situation around you and your brothers and sisters in the clan.

If they fight side by side, they will have no room for resistance.

All the Warsong orcs remember his teachings. At least that's what it seems now, but Grom doesn't know when they will be possessed by the bloodlust and fanaticism in his blood, causing them to abandon all reason and strategy.

In Grom's heart, he could never forget that feeling, the feeling that made his heart beat faster and his whole body was full of power. Once in Azeroth, when Gorehowl chopped down the enemy to the ground again and again.

, he felt that the anger in his heart had almost reached its extreme, causing him to fall into the storm of killing. He lost himself in the face of countless deaths and destruction.

But now he won't, especially after the tribe's defeat. When he saw the people's dissipating will, the young chief felt his responsibility for the first time. He needed to lead his clan with a calm mind.

Hellscream's eyes turned cold and his brows furrowed. A strong bone-chewing orc lifted one of his warriors up and threw it towards a group of Warsong orcs who were charging ahead. At the same time, the warhammer in his hand was still bleeding. This

This was the person Grom was looking for. Chief Warsong's fangs grinned in a fervent smile, and he motioned to his fellow Warsong compatriots to make way for him. Finally, he and the orc could almost talk face to face.

.

"Halkan!" he yelled, waving the blood roar, and the sound of piercing the air resounded across the battlefield. "Powerful Skull Splitter! I thought you were a turtle. Look around you, your warriors are dead

Seventy-seven and eighty-eight, and you just came out now." Hellscream laughed.

"Grom!" Chief Bonechewer shouted back, raising his warhammer high. "Are you here to rob me of my treasure?"

"It's good that you know! Give up! If you don't surrender, I will kill all the bone-chewing orcs!" Grom threatened.

Many bone-chewing orcs fell silent, waiting for their leader to speak. Halkan asked calmly without any anger: "Do you think we are afraid of death?"

"I know you are not afraid. But now the tribe has a chance to make a comeback, but you are blocking us for your own selfish desires!"

Halkan tilted his head slightly, "The Horde? Hahaha...!" Skull Splitter's ridicule made Grom's anger begin to burn! "Have you forgotten? The Dark Portal has been destroyed! The Horde has been defeated!

~It’s over!”

Grom's head seemed to have been hit hard, his eyes suddenly turned red, and a deafening roar came from his mouth. He rushed over, and when he jumped forward, the blood roar had already struck Harkan.

past.

The chief of the Bonechewer Clan is an experienced warrior, and his thinking is extremely clear. He twisted to the side, and Gorehowl's death blow only passed over his shoulder, and then he took the opportunity to punch him on the grid.

The face of Grom made the opponent take two steps back, but Hellscream just wiped his mouth and faced him again. Halkan was surprised to find that Grom was completely unharmed, and he immediately picked up the warhammer and pointed towards Hell.

Roaring and waving over.

Grom did not dodge. He struck again with Gorehowl in his hand. The two weapons collided and made a harsh sound. The fluctuations caused made it difficult for the surrounding orcs to stand still, but Gurkan's war hammer was struck by Gorehowl from the handle.

The blade split in half. Hellscream did not withdraw his weapon, but swung it along, and the upper part of Halkan's right arm was mercilessly cut open by Gorehowl.

The surrounding orcs are anxiously waiting for who can win this duel. But now it is almost time to decide the winner. Chief Bonechewer's breathing is getting heavier and heavier, and his attacks are not as powerful as before. Despite the qualification, Chief Bonechewer's breathing is getting heavier and heavier.

Rom has almost lost his mind now, but he can still easily dodge or block the opponent's brutal attack.

The time to end everything came. Grom dodged another attack from Harkan, then grabbed the opponent's arm, slammed his head into the opponent's face without any reason, and let out a strong roar at close range.

.

Halkan was knocked to the ground, blood flowed from his nostrils and eyes, and the corners of his mouth began to bleed. Grom waved the blood roar, drawing a smooth arc, and easily chopped Halkan

head, and his legendary battle roar gradually turned into a victorious laughter. He kicked Halkan away, allowing more orcs, especially the bone-chewing orcs, to see more clearly.

There were sighs, but they were all made by bone-chewing orcs. A tall and strong young orc walked out after staring at Halkan's body for a long time. He was wearing a pair of bone bracers and placed a pair of bones behind him.

Holding a heavy hammer, he pushed through the crowd and came to the dead chief, squatted down and started searching. Just as he thought, he found a skull, a skull that exuded powerful energy.

"I am Taggar Spinebreaker." He walked up to Grom. The chief of the Warsong Clan had gradually regained his composure. "This is yours." He handed over the Skull of Gul'dan.

Hellscream looked at the trophy in his hand. There was absolutely no damage to this thing. He looked at the head for a long time, thinking of Gul'dan, Ner'zhul, and everything that had happened in the past few years. Then

He took another deep breath, took out a thick cloth bag from his belt, and wrapped Gul'dan's head tightly. Then he raised his head and said to Taga: "Who will lead the bone chewing process?"

clan?"

Taggar hesitated for a moment, turned his head and looked at the silent bone-chewing orcs, and replied: "There is no one else but me."

Grom Hellscream looked at him and continued in a low voice: "So are you going to follow Halkan's path, or are you going to take your people and serve the Horde?"

This is not a question, but a warning, a threat. Taga knows this very well.

"I have no choice!"

Hellscream laughed and reached out to pat him on the shoulder. "No, you just made the wisest choice."
Chapter completed!