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This female elf is very powerful, and Garrosh has to admit it. She will not confront him head-on, but will use her agile body to dodge and find opportunities to attack him. During this period, some of her alliance friends will help her.

Garrosh felt the strange movement behind him, and he immediately turned around to parry. Sarato just happened to withstand the huge battle ax of a demon guard. The demon guard's twisted and terrifying face will always have a ferocious smile.

There was a warlock who summoned a demon to deal with him. Garrosh caught a glimpse of it and it was a dwarf warlock. He laughed and mocked: "Take a good look at my chieftain's throne." As he said this, he used his battle ax to fly away the demon guard's axe.

"The fangs of Maronos are only worthy of decorating my throne. He is much bigger than you!"

The Demon Guard was originally very powerful. But Garrosh was even more powerful, and he was inspired by the glory of his family. His father once fought against Mannoroth, and his shoulder armor was the fangs of that demon... Sara

Tor accurately hit the demon's body, followed by the second and third blows. Each hit made Garrosh feel the sense of glory when his father defeated Marlonos. The bloody demon guard fell to the ground.

"I feel so sad for Grom."

If he is really easily angered, then Garrosh admits it. When he heard these words coming from a woman's mouth, the joy he had just felt was swept away, leaving only the unreleased

anger.

He felt a slight numbness in his arm. When he looked closely, he saw only the arrow protruding from the flesh. Then his ears moved slightly and he heard another arrow aiming at him.

'She has no chance.'

Yes, she didn't. Garrosh recognized the whisper of the Heart of Y'Shaarj. Sha's energy surged in his body. He suddenly turned around at a speed unimaginable to ordinary people and rushed towards Sylvanas, who was still calculating the strength of his attack.

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The shocked expression on the female elf's face showed that she had not expected that an orc would move as fast as a strong wind blowing in the face.

Like Gorehowl, Saratog can also sing terrifying killing songs during battle.

Sylvanas felt as if she was thrown into the air and fell to the ground. The upper part of her chest, close to her neck, felt hot first, and then a burning pain like fire followed. The Ranger General covered the bleeding wound,

But Garrosh has arrived. He is brandishing his weapon, preparing to harvest Sylvanas's head.

An Alliance warrior rushed over and hit Garrosh from the side with his shield in time, interrupting his attack. Not only did he save Sylvanas' name, but he also gave the female elf a chance to breathe.

The healing holy light helped Sylvanas alleviate the pain caused by the wound, but the light that flashed above her head quickly disappeared. The Draenei priest who was focusing on healing her had not had time to see Garru clearly.

With any movement, he was chopped to the ground.

The warchief has gone crazy, using his evil battle ax to slaughter easier enemies. With each kill, his smile becomes more and more maniacal.

"I, Garrosh, son of Grom, will make the world tremble under the feet of House Hellscream."

Sarato also changed with this passionate war cry. The battle ax slowly changed from the original gray-white to purple, and then turned into light red. Several eyes opened on the ax, as if it wanted to

Witness this bloodthirsty feast with your own eyes.

The screams of the enemy, the sound of flesh being cut open, the spray of blood... these made Garrosh forgetful. He didn't care who he was attacking, he was immersed in it, immersed in the endless killing.

He was not satisfied, he was still so thirsty for blood. Every kill only made the manic fire in his heart grow stronger.

The blood in his body was boiling! Garrosh was full of strength, but the feeling that his endless energy could not be released made him even more angry. He could only attack desperately, moving faster and faster. His arms and Sara

It slowly turns into a shadow in people's eyes, like a meat grinder.

For those who were attacked by him, they only saw Hellscream's bloodshot eyes, dull eyes, and attacking like crazy. Purple evil energy splashed out from his body, and everyone who was contaminated suffered pain.

He became the fear in everyone's heart.

A furry werewolf head rolled down in front of Sylvanas, and the female elf realized with some despair that this battle was impossible to win. She could not find a suitable word to describe Garrosh at this moment. He was crazy.

Beasts, mindless undead, murderous demons...these titles are not enough to describe the orcs.

He has become killing itself.

"Anger, hatred, fear... these are the weapons of war - the tools of the chief!"

Garrosh cut off everyone who was surrounding him with a whirlwind slash. He jumped under the Heart of Y'Shaarj, covered in blood, raised Saratol high, and let out a thunderous roar from his mouth,

It was as if he was asking the Heart of the Ancient God to give him more power.

Under everyone's gaze, the Heart of Y'Shaarj responded to him. The evil heart would pour down evil energy, like a waterfall. Garrosh was carried away from the ground by this energy. When the explosion ended, there was a purple smoke.

Covering Hell's Roar, his figure doubled in size. His arms, his shoulder armor, and half of his face were all covered with purple stripes of energy, twisting and squirming like strips, disgusting.

insect.

"We must...stop him." Wojin stood up with difficulty and said, with blood at the corners of his mouth.

After many attempts, Bane was finally able to take up arms, although doing so required him to endure the pain of a broken arm.

Sylvanas stood up with a gasp, threw away the bow and arrow, and drew out Quel'Delar hanging by her side, praying in her heart that this ancient sword blessed by the dragon could give her strength.

The three of them exchanged glances with each other.

"Everyone, attack!" Vol'jin roared. He no longer distinguished between the Alliance and the Horde. He only hoped that those who heard his voice would respond. Whether the response was to do as he said or to flee. If still

If anyone dares to take up arms and attack Garrosh, he will admire their courage.

When defeat was doomed, most people would have chosen to retreat. But no one ran away, only a few stood there shivering. Most people were still able to remain rational from fear. They knew very well what

If you don't do anything, you will still be killed.

Garrosh roared loudly, and slashed the ax through the air. The ax blade cut through the air, leaving a faint purple smoke. This was enough for anyone to realize that the ax had become more dangerous.

'Stubborn.'

The voice of the Heart of Y'Shaarj resounded throughout the temple, and everyone could hear these words.

Wo'jin and Bain were knocked down one after another. Every second, someone would fall to the ground, some with their heads already separated from their necks, some with serious injuries and only one breath left...

Sylvanas gritted her teeth with a pale face. Now there was only one way. The female elf raised her head and stared at the heart of the ancient god.

You must not fail. She thought silently in her heart, and threw the sword in her hand with all her strength.

She originally had hope, but when she saw Quel'dra being easily bounced away, she realized how foolish and overestimated she was. Her actions were retaliated by the Heart of Y'Shaarj.

The evil energy poured into her like a gust of wind and rain. The female elf felt like there was a heavy burden on her body. The force was unstoppable. She was lying on her side and was pressed to the ground. Her limbs gradually became numb.

Sadness, fear, doubt, hatred... countless emotions poured into her blood. Those painful memories were magnified infinitely, destroying her mind bit by bit. And she was surprised to find that her memories were all the same as Nasa's.

It made her even more sad. She still had a lot to say to him.

'You don't have the strength to defeat him, you are too weak.'

When Sylvanas heard these words, the last bit of strength she had to clench her fists disappeared. The power that suppressed her also stopped.

In her sight, she could only see Garrosh's legs and part of the chieftain's throne. Based on the movements of his legs, the orc seemed to be facing her and walking towards her step by step.

The great chief was laughing, hysterically.

Garrosh Hellscream walked up to her. A dark shadow flashed before Sylvanas' eyes. She guessed that the battle ax should have been aimed at her neck.

Death is cold, she thought to herself. Even being beheaded is the same.

Sylvanas' whole body tensed...

For a brief moment, she felt Garrosh's weapon slam down and cut her neck. Sylvanas felt that her consciousness was correct. Her eyelids did twitch, and the adrenaline in her body

It's also soaring.

But she didn't feel any pain. Was there no pain in sudden death?

It's over. Maybe that's not bad, the feeling of death is as light as a feather. The only thing Sylvanas found strange was that the last sound of flesh being cut was very sharp, like metal.

Metal?

Sylvanas opened her eyes, and the first picture she saw confused her. Garrosh flew out and fell on the steps in front of the chief's throne. I don't know what kind of power it was.

Spider web-like lines were pressed out.

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Garrosh had no idea what was going on. The female elf's head was supposed to be one of his trophies, but Sarato was blocked by another weapon. Then the man who appeared out of nowhere killed him with just one punch.

He lost his center of gravity and flew backwards.

How is this possible? His power is so powerful. He shouldn't be knocked down so easily.

There was a cry of pain from his throat. Frustration pinched the orc's throat deeply. Thrall, Vol'jin, Baine, as well as the Alliance and Horde were all defeated by him. Victory was already within reach. His moment of glory was about to come.

At this time, someone stood up to stop him.

The bad news is that he is not invincible after absorbing the energy of the ancient god's heart. The good news is that he is awake. Although his thoughts are still blurred due to the impact, his sanity has returned. He realizes that he has not won yet.

'Y'Shaarj, what is going on?' He asked the ancient god with his mind, eager to get the answer.

Y'Shaarj did not say another word, but Saratog was trembling, warning him of danger.

Garrosh struggled to get up and saw a group of pandas and an undead in the inner temple. Taran Zhu was also among them, but the leader of the Shado-Pan was his defeated general, and he could not let himself be in such a mess.

The only person who could possibly be...

Hellscream's eyes fell on the man whose entire body was in pitch black. The other person was talking to the rescued female elf. The strange thing was that the female elf's injuries were gone, replaced by intact skin.

Was it that person who did it? Garrosh stared, and the person happened to face him.

His face is pale and slightly gray, and his eyes are red.

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"It's okay."
To be continued...