Stormwind Wizard God
Chapter 765: Why?

Chapter 765: Why?

As the first warrior of the Horde, and in a state of madness, Grom Hellscream’s attack was certainly extremely powerful.

It was the astonishing momentum of a huge wave hitting the dark blue reefs on the coast. Even if there was a seemingly indestructible reef in front of him, he felt as if he could destroy it with one blow.

However, Duke was clearly a mage who had nothing to do with melee combat. Strangely enough, his every move was like that of a powerful man who looked down on everyone.

Everyone could foresee that Duke’s counterattack would come in the next moment.

Just like a seagull preying in a storm, Duke gracefully dodged the strong and crazy waves crashing against the shore. His mysterious, proud, confident and elegant demeanor... in the eyes of a thousand strong men, one can read ten thousand different flavors.

Thrall was so shocked that he was speechless.

"So, this is the true form of the ultimate master who practices both magic and martial arts in this world?"

Fight back!

It will come in the next moment!

The tall and huge Gorehowl slammed heavily on the ground, and black sand suddenly rose into the air, as if even time had stopped.

At this moment, Grom’s terrifying attack that seemed to be able to shatter even a mountain with one blow was smashed to pieces by an arm that looked extremely slender!

Every strong man of the Horde opened his mouth in ecstasy. They had a vague illusion that the human male arm, which was much thinner than the orc’s, pierced through the blood-red light on Grom’s body and pressed against his rough face - as if it was an incomparably huge iron hook, not Duke’s arm.

Even with Vol’jin’s sharp eyes and wisdom, he only saw the fact that Grom was captured, but did not see the process of Duke capturing Grom.

It’s so shocking.

Being able to press Grom’s face with your hands means you can also kill Grom with one move.

If they could perfectly dodge Grom’s first attack, they could do it.

But Duke is a wizard—

Vol’jin felt like his mind was a mess. So, didn’t Edmund Duke also have the strength of a hero in close combat?

Vol’jin suddenly discovered something that warrior heroes could not see. There was a faint magical glow on the streamlined muscles of Duke’s arms.

The light formed lines, imprinted on Duke’s arm like some kind of exquisite inscription. Even Duke’s robe could not completely conceal this brilliance.

When Duke used his power, the magic elements in the air seemed to split into twelve strands, and then rushed up all at once and injected into Duke’s arm. In the end, Vol’jin even felt that it was the magic elements that pushed Duke’s arm to grab Grom’s big face...

"Repent for your lack of calmness and flaws! Grom Hellscream!" With a domineering declaration, against the backdrop of the strong men of the Horde opening their mouths wide enough to fit a watermelon, Duke actually pressed Grom to make him lose his balance with one hand, and his ugly face had a gorgeous intimate contact with the earth.

"Drink—"

Duke’s right arm muscles tensed, and the strength of his legs, waist, and arms combined with the power of blessing created by the Dawn-level magic, pushing Grom, whose facial muscles were already distorted, to stagger and sprint more than ten meters, leaving a huge black mark mixed with traces of blood on the ground.

Then, when he hit the wall of the Moon Well, Duke used the momentum of the impact to lift Grom up with him, and then pressed his head into the knee-deep crystal blue water.

At the same moment, the magic circle was fully activated!

Countless silver-white lights surged in from all directions, hovering above the Moon Well, and finally converging on Duke’s arm.

White light shining everywhere!

I only felt a trace of blood and a sharp cry beginning to dissipate in the air.

"Wake up, idiot!"

"Gugugugu——" the Horde’s first warrior struggled and was continuously fed with enhanced Moon Well water.

A few seconds later, the extremely nervous Thrall saw Grom’s struggling arms suddenly stop.

The chief felt a sharp pain in his chest.

Is that nervousness?

Is that heartache?

Thrall couldn’t explain.

Then, a group of powerful orcs looked at Grom, who was buried under the surface of the well water, and suddenly opened Duke’s arm with one hand.

Duke bared his teeth, but still stepped back, breathing heavily.

Everyone saw Grom suddenly sit up and then give Duke a look of disgust.

Instead of being angry, Thrall was happy!

"Grom!?"

Looking at Thrall, Rexxar and others rushing towards him, and then looking at Duke who was sitting by the well and gasping for breath, how could Grom, who had just woken up, not know what had happened?

Even though he had fallen into rage and confusion not long ago, it didn’t mean that he had completely lost his memory.

Grom’s face was interesting when he thought about how he drank the demon’s blood again in order to survive, and fell into deeper madness after killing the nature demigod.

When he thought about it again, the one who pulled him out of the abyss of pain and madness was actually Edmund Duke, whom he had wanted to kill and cut into pieces a thousand times in the past ten years, Grom’s face became even more exciting!

It was a feeling of infinite shame that made me want to hit myself with an axe right there and then, then fall into a mass grave and die there.

"No - no! I... I... my ancestors!" Grom, the famous tough guy who wouldn’t shed a tear even if his father and mother died, all his brothers were killed, and he was stabbed by dozens of swords, actually burst into tears.

Thrall finally rushed over, hugged the crying Grom tightly, and patted his extremely broad back: "It’s okay! Grom! It’s okay--"

Grumm seemed to be completely unaware of Thrall who was holding him. Instead, he stared at Duke who was sitting on the low wall of the well and smiling mysteriously at him: "Duke - Edmund Duke! Why did you save me!?"

If any other strong person in the Horde had rescued him, Grom wouldn’t have been so upset. But Duke... only Duke! He simply couldn’t accept it!

"Why? You ask me why?" Duke spread his hands with sarcasm on his face: "Archimonde, one of the most powerful demons of the Burning Legion, is on his way to Kalimdor. This is not an opponent that the Alliance can deal with alone. And your warchief insisted on saving you and refused to join this temporary alliance against the Burning Legion. If you have to say who you want to thank, then thank Thrall."

Grom was silent, and anyone would think he was a volcano about to erupt.

"Calm down! Grom! At least at this time, Duke and the Alliance are our indispensable allies! If Azeroth is destroyed, we will not benefit at all!" Thrall said anxiously.

Grom calmly used his tremendous strength to slowly push Thrall away.

Lying in the clear water of the Moon Well, Grom came to Duke and stood still. He gritted his teeth and finally spoke: "Although I have fallen into madness, I remember everything clearly. You could have attacked me secretly, but you chose the most upright way. I don’t want to admit it, but I have to admit that I owe you a favor."

Duke crossed his legs leisurely, chuckled, and replied, "Favor? Very good! For the upcoming battle at Mount Hyjal, I need a strong vanguard cannon fodder. You just have to live until then. As long as Archimonde dies, I don’t care if you live or die, and your favor will be repaid!"

"Okay!" The swollen muscles all over Grom’s body seemed to begin to calm down and shrink, but everyone knew that Grom Hellscream had made a vow as a man!

Thrall was shocked at first, then he came over, and together with Vol’jin and other high-ranking tribe leaders, they bowed to Duke.

"Edmund Duke, no matter what the grudges between the Alliance and the Horde are, at least this time, we thank you. You are a true gentleman outside the battlefield!"

In the system prompt, Duke saw with his krypton gold dog eyes wide open that his reputation in Orgrimmar had actually become Respected.

Damn, I, a human, have actually gained a respected reputation in the Horde’s main city. Could anything be more unscientific?

Duke was also a little embarrassed. He coughed lightly and turned to business: "Quickly deal with that guy Mannoroth. Let’s meet up with the night elves’ representatives and discuss how to deal with Archimonde."

After saying that, Duke turned and left.

Over there, Grom shouted with his famous lung capacity: "You bunch of idiots, are you crazy enough? If you are, come and drink the water of the Moon Well. the Horde needs you to have a clear mind!"

The Warsong orcs, who had just been stunned by the magic circle and had regained a lot of consciousness but were not yet fully awake, became as obedient as grandchildren at the call of their chieftain, and ran happily to drink Grom’s bath water. Oh, to be precise, it should be the water from the Moon Well where someone fell.

Of course, the orcs, who were never very particular about hygiene, didn’t care about these details and drank it anyway. Accustomed to a barbaric life, every orc’s stomach was an incinerator.

After all the trouble, Duke and the Horde’s strong men gathered again.

Thrall said, "I have obtained the guidance of the prophet. According to the curse remaining in Grom’s body, we can trace the source and find the Abyss Lord Mannoroth. As long as we can kill him! The bloodthirsty curse that has plagued the orcs for a long time can be lifted!"

When talking about this brutal, crazy and bloodthirsty curse, almost every orc of the older generation changed color.

The new generation of orcs may not be able to understand, but only the first batch of orcs who drank the devil’s blood know how terrible the destructive impulse that makes them want to kill crazily every time they dream at midnight is.

destroy!

Killing!

Blood!

Just like a traveler who is dying of thirst in the desert, craving for water, everything is so crazy and yet so natural.

Once, when Grom was half asleep and half awake, he thought that an ancient tree in front of him that was so big that two people could hug it was Duke. He smashed the tree to pieces with his fists and claws, and even tore out the roots one by one and gnawed them off with his fangs.

Well, in the illusion, he bit off Duke’s neck.

However, when Duke stood in front of him openly, and he knew clearly that he should not attack Duke now, and this human man with a faint confident smile happened to have done him a favor, it was hard to imagine how conflicted Grom felt.

However, the work that needs to be done still needs to be done.

What’s more, this is to break the orcs’ fate of being remotely controlled by the demons of the Burning Legion.

After this incident, and seeing his compatriots who were easily driven crazy by the demon blood, Thrall clearly realized that he must cut off the root of the curse. At this moment, Thrall, who was still in the vortex of fate, did not know that he was destined to lose Grom Hellscream, the strongest man in the Horde...

"Let’s go!" Duke stood up, letting his blue and white cloak flutter in the wind.

The final result agreed upon was very different from the original history.

Fearing the impact of the curse on the previous generation of orcs, not only did they not take ordinary tribal soldiers with them, but in addition to Grom, Varok and Brox also stayed at the border of the Barrens and Ashenvale.

As a result, the final members of the Abyss Lord’s crusade team were: Thrall, Grom, Duke and Vol’jin.

Gently holding the Bloodborne sensor device given by Medivh, everything was different in Grom’s vision. The world turned black and white, and then a wisp of blood-red mist that should have been invisible to the naked eye floated over from a distant place like a silk veil floating in the air, and finally reached his chest.

"Follow me!" Grom carried Gorehowl and strode towards the destined place.

No matter how terrifying the demon lord waiting for him ahead was, he knew that he had to go.

That was his duty, Grom Hellscream!

It is also his destiny!

It was very surprising that Mannoroth’s location was not too far from the entrance of Ashenvale, but it was very secret. Without Grom’s guidance, perhaps even the local night elves would not know that there was such a small valley between the mountain streams that was completely unaffected by the outside world.

Just less than 500 meters into the valley, the whole scene changed.

It is no longer as lush and green as Gray Valley with singing birds and fragrant flowers.

Instead, it is filled with gray.

The entire sky suddenly changed from the sunny morning to the dark midnight.

It is obvious that the evil magic of the Lord of the Abyss is affecting the surrounding space.

All you can see is lava, and in the gray-black volcanic ash are countless lava streams that are bright and dark from top to bottom.

High temperature, high fever, the nose is filled with the smell of sulfur similar to that of a burning plain, and the feet are filled with volcanic ash that crackles when stepped on.

The fire element mixed with a large amount of evil magic rolled irregularly in the air, and the turbid breath made people nauseous.

Not to mention Thrall and Grom, whose perception was not very strong, even the jungle troll hero Vol’jin, who had extremely sharp perception, and Duke, who had the help of the system elves and was constantly performing all-round scans, could not sense the existence of Mannoroth.

Suddenly, there was light in this hot world!

A terrifying sword light that seemed like it could split the entire world in half with one strike.

A double-headed giant sword over fifteen meters long suddenly broke out from the volcanic ash under his feet and easily attacked Vol’jin and Duke at the back of the team.

After one encounter, Vol’jin was seriously injured!