Stormwind Wizard God
Chapter 766: Mannoroth

Chapter 766: Mannoroth

Vol’jin has never been a weakling.

The trolls looked thin, but that was purely because of their body proportions. Even though they looked thin, Vol’jin’s arms were still thicker than Duke’s thighs.

Vol’jin, who is two meters and thirty meters tall, is half a body taller than Duke, who may have eaten something wrong in the void and grew to 1.83 meters tall.

Even though Vol’jin is an agile hero, he was still hit by the terrifying giant sword. If Vol’jin had not used his signature long staff and whirling blades to block the attack at the last moment, even the troll’s amazing recovery ability could not save him.

Like a cannonball, Vol’jin was blown hundreds of meters away and was directly eliminated.

Originally, Duke was also covered in the cold crescent sword light trail drawn by Mannoroth’s greatsword. However, the Abyss Lord did not expect that Duke, who should have been too late to react and had used Ice Barrier in vain but was still killed by him, did not use Flash or the Ice Barrier to save his life. He just leaned back to the extreme and posed a bridge posture to avoid the fatal blow.

This bought Duke valuable time to fight back.

"Behind--" With Duke’s roar, Thrall and Grom, who had been acting as the vanguard, reacted immediately. When they turned around, they saw Duke throwing out a magical light as gorgeous as a waterfall, which hit the Abyss Lord Maloneus on the head and made him stagger.

It was like a waterfall hanging upside down from the ground and rushing up to the sky. The dazzling golden flame shock wave was mixed with the sacred light that should not belong to the magician. However, it was not enough!

After the huge double-headed sword failed to hit Duke, it spun around and stabbed into the ground, driven by the huge arm full of explosive power.

A shock wave filled with scarlet hues exploded in front of the Abyss Lord’s huge body.

Unable to bear it at all, Duke could only flash and retreat to Grom’s side.

It was not until this moment that Mannoroth, who had crawled out from the ground, revealed his terrifying figure.

The Abyss Lords were described in history books as "an outstanding force capable of destroying all life." These huge creatures, with dragon-like bodies and a pair of abominable wings, came from the farthest underworld of the universe.

And Mannoroth in front of him is the best among them.

His whole body looked extremely bloated, and his lower body looked more like a pot-bellied four-legged lizard. From the front end of his belly to the tip of his tail at the back, his total length was at least twenty meters.

His upper body was full of fat, just like a fat human, with a huge crotch armor similar to a kite-shaped shield hanging on his belly button. His upper body was naked, but he wore two shoulder armors covered with upward spikes, a pair of huge long curved horns similar to those of a mammoth, and a big mouth full of fangs, making him look extremely ferocious.

The Pit Lord looked at the young Thrall and let out a chilling laugh.

"Hehehe!"

"Thrall, I knew you would come! I also saw that you brought the powerful Hellscream with you."

"His blood belongs to me!"

"And so does your entire pathetic tribe."

"The only thing I didn’t expect was that you would bring the Burning Legion’s biggest problem in Azeroth - Edmund Duke."

"Very good! You are really good!"

Green saliva flowed from the jagged fangs, and when the saliva dripped onto the volcanic ash, it actually made a crackling sound similar to that of acid corroding the ground.

Thrall couldn’t help but narrow his eyes

The young tribal chieftain took a sudden step forward and slammed the famous Doomhammer on the ground.

"Bang——" sand and gravel flew everywhere.

This is not meaningless venting, this is the orcs’ favorite self-spiritual encouragement!

After a roar, Thrall shouted, "Duke! I’ll go first!"

Duke replied solemnly: "I’ll cover you!"

This was the first real cooperation between the two bosses, the Alliance and the Horde. During the last siege of Arthas near Dalaran, Thrall, who lacked a suitable weapon, was more of a bystander.

However, this time, the cooperation between the two was seamless, as if they had cooperated thousands of times before!

One thousand and twenty-four wizard hands suddenly appeared in the air.

The sudden burst of ice arrows caused the temperature of the entire world to drop by more than 20 degrees, and the world suddenly entered a bitter winter from the hot summer.

As the crackling icy prisms pierced through the void and pierced the huge body of the Abyss Lord, Thrall swung the Doomhammer like a meteor hammer.

A large square-headed hammer, larger than a human head, began to emit a dazzling light.

The light was just like a beacon in the dark night one moment, and the next second it was a small sun full of destructive power.

"Drink!" The air in the lungs was compressed by the strong muscles, as if every milliliter of air was converted into oxygen to support the next blow.

Thrall tried his best, poured all his strength into it, and threw the Doomhammer out.

Just as the Lord of the Abyss was busy resisting Duke’s Dawn-level magic, and his old strength had just been gone and his new strength had not yet been generated, the Doomhammer arrived.

"Boom——" a shocking explosion.

Even though Mannoroth had such a huge body, he was still knocked back three steps by the powerful destructive force of the Doomhammer.

Unfortunately, even this blow with all the power of the Doomhammer was still unable to break the defense of the thick-skinned and tough Lord of the Abyss.

"Hahahaha!" Mannoroth laughed wildly. "Although it’s a good effort, it’s a pity that it’s meaningless!"

The next moment, the huge Lord of the Abyss came charging over with a speed faster and more powerful than a rhinoceros.

"Bang!" The double-headed giant sword emitting evil light easily smashed the limestone ground the size of a basketball court into pieces. The powerful shock wave knocked away Thrall who had clearly dodged the direct attack, and forced Duke to flash dozens of meters away again.

The powerful shock wave also knocked Grom over.

Mannoroth’s huge body stood in front of Grom Hellscream and said with a grim smile:

"That child Thrall believes that you will be saved."

"But he doesn’t know what’s burning deep in your soul."

"When that thing is in your heart, you know that we are actually the same."

The words were like whispers, penetrating deeply into Grom’s chest, piercing deep into his heart, and stirring the most fragile string in his soul.

That string that only needs to be touched to easily drive him into madness and killing!

His soul is sinking!

His soul is corrupting!

He found that his body and soul seemed to be enjoying this desperate, painful, yet sweet, crazy depravity!

"No!!!!"

Grom let out an ultimate roar that seemed to come from hell!

"Orcs will never be slaves -"

The deafening roar echoed throughout the gray valley, shaking all the unstable rock debris around it into the air.

Grom began to sprint at high speed.

The rage pumping from his heart burned through his entire body.

The resentment accumulated in the chest urgently needs to find a place to vent.

He was driven by the unyielding will hidden deep in his soul.

One step, two steps, three steps...

His well-honed sense of distance told him that enough was enough!

He kicked the ground hard with his left leg, and his burly green body suddenly soared into the sky with a momentum that defied gravity. The raised Gorehowl gave people a trance feeling for a moment, as if it even broke through the gray sky.

That wasn’t just his attack!

That is the orcs’ struggle against fate!

That is the entire race’s endless desire for the future!

With a wave of his hands, the axe flew up.

The blood moon rises and the axe light appears.

Fight the gronn from the mountains of Draenor,

Go to the vast land of Azeroth and fight the Alliance.

Grom Hellscream travels across two realms and three lands for a hundred thousand miles with the help of Gorehowl.

Never feared anyone!

You created the world with one axe, who wouldn’t recognize you?

The curved axe, the curved axe light.

At first it looked like a blood moon, and suddenly it turned into a flying rainbow spanning time and space.

Anyone can see that the axe has not changed at all, and anyone can see the trajectory of the axe.

However, even though I saw it clearly, I couldn’t resist it at all.

The Lord of the Abyss Mannoroth is not a nimble human or elf, he is a giant demon weighing more than 10 tons. From the very beginning, he felt that things were not going well.

As Archimonde’s loyal dog and the vanguard of the Burning Legion, he destroyed countless planets and annihilated countless inferior races in his eyes. He traveled across the universe for three thousand years, but had never seen such a brilliant axe light.

Mannoroth had no idea how terrible the damage he would suffer if he was hit by Grom’s axe.

He didn’t even dare to imagine it.

He roared and swung his massive double-headed sword into the sky.

This was his only chance: to split Grom in half in mid-air.

However, the terrifying light of the greatsword flashed only for a moment and then deviated!

Only at this moment did he realize that it was Duke who used an inconspicuous arcane missile that seemed to be only of the Archmage level, but contained the magical power of the Dawn Sun level, and gently hit the edge of the sword blade.

A hair’s breadth of difference.

This is totally wrong!

The sword of the Lord of the Abyss narrowly passed by Grom’s side!

It was a waste!

The next moment, the bloody axe flashed and disappeared!

It hit him hard in the chest.

Every bit of Grom’s strength, every drop of his anger as a warrior, was poured into this one strike.

Moreover, the blade of this terrifyingly powerful legendary weapon perfectly hit the only weak spot on the Abyss Lord’s chest.

It wasn’t a weakness there.

After being hit with full force by the semi-artifact-level Doomhammer, it became a weakness!

Thrall’s previous desperate attack was by no means meaningless.

"Ah ...

It was a terrifying light like a nuclear explosion!

It symbolizes total destruction!

Symbolizes inevitable death!

Thrall, who had just come to his senses, had no time to stand up. He could only watch Grom Hellscream, a powerful tribal warrior who was both his teacher and friend, a subordinate in name but more like a guardian god, being swallowed up by the destructive light of the Abyss Lord’s last self-explosion before his death!

Grom, who had just attacked with all his might, had no time to escape.

"No--"

As soon as Thrall stood up, he was knocked over again by the shock wave of the explosion, and his head hit the rock behind him again.

The light was so strong that my eardrums were numbed by the impact of the huge explosion, and my ears were filled with buzzing.

"No! No! No--" Thrall struggled again in a very embarrassed manner. He used his hands and feet to half crawl and half leap to the place where Grom had just been swallowed by the explosion.

However...

All he saw were a few pieces of broken and deformed armor, and Thrall’s heart sank into a bottomless abyss in an instant.

He suddenly felt very deserted and lonely.

Yes! He has great ambitions, and is determined to lead the suffering orcs out of the quagmire of painful tragedy.

But he was too young. Even if he didn’t want to admit it, he was still eager to learn more from the heroes who had come before him, and instinctively followed the footsteps of heroes like Orgrim and Grom.

He never said it out loud, but he really adored them!

Now, Orgrim died tragically at the hands of Arthas’s sword Frostmourne, and now it’s Grom’s turn?

I once swore that I would never cry again!

Because the orcs have shed enough tears!

At this moment, Thrall couldn’t control himself and knelt down, howling to the sky.

"No—Grom...No—"

Originally, this should have been an extremely tragic scene, but unfortunately a hoarse voice, barely able to catch its breath, broke the scene.

"You little bastard, I’m not dead yet, why are you screaming?"

ah?

Thrall almost doubted his own ears. His thick neck was like a rusted hinge, making a creaking sound and unable to turn around for a long time.

He was a little bit unconvinced of his own perception, but, there was indeed an orc breathing heavily behind him.

With the hope of climbing out of the abyss of despair, Thrall finally turned his body step by step and saw the two figures that were almost overlapping each other more than ten meters behind him.

I can’t believe it!

It turned out that Duke was supporting Grom Hellscream, who was much more muscular than him!

The chieftain of the Warsong Clan looked extremely disheveled, with an unnatural bend in his left hand and blackened burn marks covering the green skin of his entire front body.

but...

He survived after all!

"Grom—uh, Duke!?" Thrall was so excited that he was a little incoherent.

He really couldn’t imagine that at the most critical moment, it was Duke, who was originally his mortal enemy, who saved Hellscream, one of his two most admired idols?

At this time, Duke yelled, "You’re so fucking heavy!" and threw Grom down like garbage, looking disgusted.

"How long has it been since you last showered?!"

Looking at Duke who was cursing, Grom who was lying on the ground laughed out loud: "For your sake, I will definitely learn to take a bath like you humans every day when I have the chance in the future."

After finally finishing his laugh, Grom’s face suddenly darkened, and he said indignantly: "I...it seems that I owe you my life this time."

Duke brushed off the dust on his body, looked at the mountain-like corpse of Mannoroth, and said lightly: "You can return it to me in Mount Hyjal."

This was not a compliment, because in the latest intelligence, Duke suddenly saw a name that should not have appeared in the historical Battle of Mount Hyjal - the Demon Lord Kazzak!