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Hellscream has never seen this person before, and even the smell in the air is unfamiliar to him. He can only be sure that the other person is the helper Zhu Taran found. Moreover, Sarato's slight movements indicate that this guy is very dangerous and can attack him.

pose a threat.

"Who are you?" Garrosh wanted to know the undead's name, but he also suspected that he might just not recognize him.

"I know this pair of teeth." Nathanos pointed to the handrails at both ends of the chief's throne ladder. If you don't pay attention, you will think it is ordinary, but those who have seen it or observed it carefully will find that it is a pair of long and twisty teeth.

fangs, from the devil. "But it seems to be your father's glory."

It is too easy to anger Hellscream, just mentioning Grom can make the chief's brows knit together.

Seeing that he didn't reply, Nathanos moved his eyes upward to look at the heart hanging above his head. "Your father was the first to take the lead in drinking the blood of demons. And you chose the ancient god. The most important thing is,

You all think you have control over the power you have. In fact, you have become slaves."

Nathanos quickly calculated in his mind what language Garrosh would use to defend himself, but the other party responded with a deafening roar, as powerful as the war cry of his name. Than Nathanos

Faster than Si expected, the orcs rushed over.

Nathanos stood firm and still, and the warchief who had possessed Sha energy rushed towards him. Garrosh raised the sharp blood roar above his head. The wither heard the sound of the ax blade.

The howling sound.

This weapon is not Gorehowl, nor does it have grooves, but it has the same characteristics as Gorehowl. The Blighter does not want to admit that the sound makes his heart throb a little. It is fear.

Gorehowl's intimidation to the enemy comes from Grom, but Garrosh's reputation and bravery cannot match that of his father. What's more, even if Grom himself is here, Nathanos will not feel afraid.

Therefore, it is evil that is causing trouble. This roar also carries evil energy, which will implant fear deeply into the heart of the enemy.

"It's interesting." Nathanos sneered. After thinking about it, the fear disappeared. He made a bold move and planted Salamani on the ground, waiting for the orcs to approach with empty hands.

Garrosh was startled, thinking that either he was waiting to die, or that he was attracting him. Maybe when he rushed in front of him, he would quickly step aside and use the buffering momentum to launch an attack. No matter it was

That kind of thing, he's a lunatic.

Sarlatto slashed and was caught in the swing. Garrosh was surprised. The undead seemed to see through his movements and accurately grasped his weakness.

When the ax blade was only a little away from the pale face, Hellscream's wrist was grabbed by Nathanos and could no longer move.

Humiliation and pain, these are the two things Garrosh could feel. He was unable to suppress this dead man in terms of strength, and there were even signs of being counter-suppressed - his grip on the weapon loosened a little.

Hellscream yelled. Keep pushing, his power now comes from anger, and the Heart of Y'Shaarj will help him. The Sha is strengthening his emotions.

Suddenly, the orcs lost their center of gravity. This undead was too cunning. Just as Garrosh thought just now, he quickly stepped aside and launched an attack using the momentum that the orcs had no time to buffer. Garrosh thought that he would not

Doing this again will only be a delaying tactic.

He was fooled!

The result was that he lost his center of gravity again. The undead's cloth-armored hand clenched into a fist and hit him on the left side of his face. Garrosh tasted blood. But he did not fly out like the first time.

He just took a few steps back. But no matter what, he lost this round and almost let go of Sarato in his hand. If he really let go, he would definitely lose.

"Good fight, dead man." Garrosh steadied himself and panted slightly, "I admit, I underestimated your strength and your mind. Before you die again, tell me,

May I have your name?"

Nathanos' eyes never left Hellscream, "Save your energy for fighting, Warchief. When you become a prisoner, I will tell you who I am."

The orcs rushed forward again, waving Saratog with more maturity.

Compared with the reckless attack just now, Hellscream was obviously much calmer this time, and his gait was steady without losing momentum. Nathanos felt the air surge rapidly, and heard the furious roar of the axe.

.Garrosh is not a fool, he will learn from his failures, and he will never underestimate his opponents again.

The Withered One did not choose to stand still and stop. There was no flaw in Garrosh's attack that he could exploit.

Salamani was pulled off the ground and swung upward toward the ax filled with evil energy.

The air trembled the moment the two weapons collided. Clangs echoed one after another, and sparks flew out every time the sword and ax collided.

Nathanos feinted his sword towards Garrosh's left side, then adjusted his wrist and aimed Salamani's blade at the orc's neck, slashing it off hard.

Even so, Garrosh missed the Withercaller's sword simply by retreating.

When neither the orcs nor the undead could find a chance to defeat their opponents, they both mobilized all their strength at the same moment, letting their weapons collide again and never separated again.

Garrosh growled: "I have killed countless people like you in Northrend, including their masters, but they were also defeated at my hands."

"Arthas is also on par with me." Nathanos didn't know why he said this, and he was suddenly shocked. Arthas had committed heinous crimes against him and all the undead, but he had committed a heinous crime against that prince.

His views were never filled with contempt, only regret and a little hatred.

'How come?'

His moment of hesitation gave Garrosh an opportunity, and the orc suddenly forced him back. Garrosh aimed at the gap in Nathanos's chest and raised his leg to kick. The wither quickly raised his left arm to block the attack.

The impact caused him to slide back several feet before he stopped.

The distance between the two was widened and the offensive was temporarily relieved.

Garrosh began to rethink the way to defeat this undead, and his eyes glanced upward at the Heart of Y'Shaarj. The heart seemed to be calling him, asking him to quickly absorb more Sha energy. But Garrosh remained unmoved.

It's not because he doesn't want to, but because he feels that the undead in front of him is not using his full strength, and he cannot be exposed prematurely.

Nathanos was still in disbelief at what he just said. It was impossible for him to say such words. Being so... arrogant was simply the evil irritating him. His attention also began to slowly shift to the Heart of Y'Shaarj.

Go up. Thinking that Garrosh is not the only enemy you have to face.

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"Move quickly." Belmont led a group of people to the underground fortress. They were also a force fighting against Garrosh. Both the Alliance and the Horde knew this, so they did not stop them. But the Dark Blade leader still urged his men,

Vol'jin has nothing to worry about, except that Varian Wrynn will be a problem. The King of Stormwind will send people to monitor them and may hinder their actions.

Most of the area was occupied, by both tribal rebels and alliance members. Belmont thought it would be best if no leader came out to block his way.

"The Forgotten."

‘Damn it!’ Belmont cursed in his heart and waved the soldiers following him to stop.

He turned around and saw that the person calling them was an orc who was receiving treatment. Belmont recognized the person's identity at a glance.

"Isn't this King Saurfang? Any advice?" Belmont had a polite smile on his face. In fact, he was not in the mood to talk to this warrior.

Saurfang's gaze seemed to penetrate Belmont's body. The leader of the Dark Blade may understand why many members of the Horde are afraid of him.

"Are you going to help Wo'jin?" the tribal king asked, and it was not difficult to hear the suspicion in his tone.

A methodical excuse quickly appeared in Belmont's mind. "We are going to assist the Blighters."

Saurfang's nose flapped twice. Not long ago, he did see the Shado-Pan and an undead hurrying past here, deep into the end of the underground fortress.

He pointed in one direction, "Go through that door and you will see a hall. On the other side of the hall is the tunnel leading to where your master is at the moment."

"Thank you." Belmont nodded in agreement without looking, as if he already knew which way to go.

Watching the Forsaken troops retreat, Saurfang's suspicion did not disappear, and he waved to summon a guard.

"Follow them and see what they want to do."

…

Sylvanas watched the duel between Nathanos and the orc from a distance. The rising tension in her heart made her originally calm expression look more and more worried.

The two are equally matched, although their styles are very different. Garrosh is strong, attacks quickly, and only knows how to kill; Nathanos has endless physical strength and strong skills, and can face the roar of the enemy.

You can also stay calm and collected.

After several confrontations, it is impossible to tell who will win, but only one person can become the winner.

Sylvanas wanted to help Nathanos several times, but was stopped by the Shado-Pan monks standing on the edge of the battle area. She asked Taran Zhu why he didn't let his people help, and got

The answer was that their help would only cause trouble to Nathanos. But the female elf saw something else in Zhu Taran's eyes.

What seemed to be an agreement between him and Nathanos?

…

Sarato made a weird sound when it slammed down.

Garrosh shouted a war cry, raised his ax and slashed at Nathanos's throat. Just as he was about to hit, the Blighter leaned back, missed the ax blade, and then exposed himself to Garrosh.

Garrosh's torso suddenly stabbed. Garrosh's eyes widened. The sword stabbed him below the chest. Although it did not go deep, the blow was still very dangerous and only missed a fatal blow.

Even so, the pain still disrupted his offensive. He fell into a disadvantage. Garrosh freed one hand to cover the wound to prevent the loss of blood. The other hand still held Saratoga tightly.

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He roared with anger and pain, attacked Nathanos crazily with only one hand, and shouted bold words: "I saw... a future ruled by the orthodox tribe... my tribe!"

"Everyone controlled by the ancient gods can see unrealistic fantasies!" Nathanos separated Salameni with force, swinging his sword faster and faster. His dark power also reached its peak at this moment.

He reached the top. Sharatol in his right hand, Eremeni in his left hand, the fist formed by the sword, the elbow, the legs, and any part that could be used to attack was flexibly used by him.

Garrosh suffered more and more injuries, and the extent of his suppression became more and more obvious.

The bloody sword flash shocked everyone who witnessed the duel. In just an instant, Nathanos dodged Garrosh's left fist. At this moment, the left half of the orc's body was completely exposed, and the wither did not hesitate.

He stabbed the sword in his right hand into the left side of Garrosh's abdomen, but he immediately frowned and retracted the action that was supposed to end the battle.

The sword was not fatal, but only severely wounded Garrosh.
To be continued...