Until he made a terrible mistake and his impulse killed many people.

Seeing living people being crushed into ashes, the Alliance and Horde gathered in front of Garrosh felt chilled.

Vol'jin told the two men to protect Thrall, and he came to Garrosh and reprimanded loudly: "You are unworthy of your father, Garrosh. In people's hearts, Hellscream is not a surname that uses conspiracy, and you,

Breaking through the bottom line more than once: massacre, enslavement, racial persecution, murder." Wojin gritted his teeth. As long as he raised his head, the scars on his throat were clearly visible. "I once said that I would end you with my own hands. Now, I am the one who has fulfilled my promise.

It's time."

Garrosh Hellscream stood up from the chief's throne and slowly walked down the steps. "It seems that you want to challenge a real orc chief. Okay then!"

Almost at the same moment, Vol'jin and Garrosh rushed towards each other. Their weapons collided together, creating air waves that made the brazier lighting up the temple make a whirring sound.

Vol'jin's movements are very fast, and the double-edged dagger is flexible in his hands. If there was just an ordinary enemy in front of him, he might have been cut into pieces by him. But Garrosh is different, his attacks are more ferocious,

Faster.

The troll pretended to attack the orc's neck, but the double blades suddenly turned downwards during the slashing process, stabbing the chieftain in the abdomen. Garrosh completely saw through his little trick, turned sideways neatly, and then swept across, like a harvester.

The sickle is pointed at the opponent's neck.

Vol'jin was forced back and lost his balance. Garrosh kicked him hard. The Darkspear leader flew away and fell to the ground.

"Vol'jin!" Baine was surprised that Vol'jin was easily knocked down. He firmly believed that this was not Vol'jin's problem, but the weapon. The tauren's eyes stared at the thing in Garrosh's hand, and a fist filled with

A powerful two-handed axe.

Feeling that Baine was staring at him, Garrosh showed a contemptuous smile and rushed forward without any hesitation. He jumped up and slashed at the tauren's head with Sarato.

Bain will never forget how he survived this blow. He used all his strength to catch the power of the axe.

The muscles were sore and twitching, even though it had only been less than two seconds, or just one.

"You are as useless as your father, Baine Bloodhoof!"

Garrosh's humiliation aroused the tauren's anger. Baine screamed to the sky, inspired and desperately tried to fight off Garrosh, but he was only in a stalemate with the opponent. What really made the warchief stop was the pull of the bowstring.

He heard the sound of someone pulling a bow, and he believed Garrosh heard it too, so the orcs suddenly stopped suppressing him, stepped back, and used their ax to deflect the incoming bow and arrows.
Chapter completed!