Grom knew he was about to die.

In fact, when he left the increasingly prosperous and lively Bloodhoof Totem of his tauren friend, he knew that the end of his journey would be death.

He has never escaped this ending. In fact, he is even looking forward to it.

In terms of the life span of an orc, Grom is already very old. Like Dailin's good friend Marshal Barley, he does not want to die on a bed full of his own excrement, as a person who does not meet the status of a warrior.

The posture is dead.

Especially after living a life full of violence, massacre and bloodshed, Grom began to hate his own existence at some point.

This disgust may be due to the emptiness caused by the violent demonic blood fading away, or it may be because everyone who knows his story refers to him as a butcher or a villain.

More likely, it was because after he woke up from the violent dream, he realized that the path he was walking on had already deviated from his original intention of pursuing power.

In short, he became more and more withdrawn, even unwilling to see his son and his tribe, until he heard the news that Black was forming the Argus expeditionary force, and he immediately signed up.

In order to win this opportunity, Grom even lowered his head for the first time in his life, to the Draenei he had massacred.

Before departing from the port of Draenor, Grom and Velen had a conversation.

No one knows the contents of that conversation, but Velen finally allowed Grom to board the draenei ship, and he set off on this road far away from home despite the insults and scorn of all the draenei.

Perhaps at that time, he had given up all thoughts related to "glory".

He became pure again.

Now, after completing the headshot of Malonoth the Destroyer, Grom was pierced by a double-headed halberd named "Maleficent" and faced the sky.

Perhaps it was because the fall of the Destroyer brought a strange balance to the broken earth suspended in the sea of ​​​​fel energy, causing it to no longer continue to collapse, but gradually stabilized in the hot fel energy magma.

The body of the destroyer was right in front of him, being swallowed bit by bit by the evil magma.

Its wide eyes had been stained by the demonic blood and scarlet brain that burst out from its head. Those cruel and vicious eyes had lost all light. At the last moment, only the halberd in front of it was reflected, and

The joy of dying with your enemies before dying.

This guy will be a villain until the day he dies.

But soon, something else was reflected in those dirty eyes.

Amidst the strange light emitted by the evil magma that was constantly swallowing up this broken floating island, a figure wearing black armor walked out of the void door.

Behind him were three gloomy warlocks wearing black hoods, arranged according to size. Among them was a one-eyed orc who was hugging Black's black owl helmet with a flattering expression.

Because the Fire Lord's elemental incarnation's face was connected to the main cannon, his mental weakness caused the pirate to look a little haggard. However, in this case, he can accurately open the Void Gate, which shows that Black's combat effectiveness has not been substantially affected.

Impact.

The demons tried their best to break only the anima incarnation on his armor, which shows how terrifying the power of Elune's weaponry is when it is close to its complete form.

The anima slot of one of the parts of this thing is empty. Once it is filled, the pirates will definitely have greater power.

It can only be said that he can no longer blame Ms. Elune for not being generous to him. The moon god had already given him enough precious growth treasures when she first blessed him, but the stinky pirate at that time did not have enough vision.

Just can't see it.

From this point of view, Black is really like the illegitimate son picked up by Lady Elune.

"Why are you still standing there? Put him down. Isn't it uncomfortable to just fuck him like that?"

Black held his pipe in his mouth, rubbed his forehead, and gave instructions to the trio of warlocks behind him.

These three bastards were admiring and discussing in low voices how to deal with the remains of the saboteur. After hearing the pirate's instructions, they immediately stepped forward and got busy.

Kanrisad and Zarak transformed into demonic forms, and the two of them worked together to pull out the Destroyer's heavy and evil-powerful halberd from the ground. This action alone caused the broken earth to crack and burst out of magma again.

fountain, startling the two bastards.

But the evil eye has not transformed.

In a rare and solemn gesture, this flattering, cunning and shameless one-eyed warlock lifted the dying Grom Hellscream off the top of his halberd with both hands.

Although he is not from the Warsong clan, and although he is a cunning, flattering, shameless and shameless person, he is still an orc after all.

What Grom did today was enough to earn him the respect of any orc. No matter what the old orc's purpose was for completing this battle, it was worthy of earning him the title of "orc hero"

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The scalding blood roar stained by the demon's blood was also removed from the Destroyer's almost chopped forehead by Kanrisad and sent to Grom's side.

Laohou's ability to survive even though his body was almost torn completely relied on the berserker blessing he secretly obtained from Odin, but he has completed his own battle, and the burning heart may soon be over.

will go out.

That's when Laohou's soul returns to hell.

It would be impossible for a man as complex as he to ascend to any of the heavens among the stars.

Laohou's meaning was a little blurry at this moment. He grabbed Xieyan's hand and said in a confused tone:

"I...did...freedom, I...won...the nightmare is over...it's over...Garrosh...no one...no one will laugh at

You are my son..."

"I know."

Evil Eye half-knelt on the spot and said to Grom:

"I will take your story back to Nagrand, Chief Hellscream, and I will personally describe what I saw to Grandmother Gaiaan, and I will take the demon's head with me.

That will be your monument.

You will be placed in the Land of the Ancestors with our greatest chieftains, and I heard they restored the Warsong Clan's cemetery, where you will have a beautiful and majestic tombstone.

The orcs of the Warsong Clan will always remember your story, and they will tell your name to every traveler who passes through Nagrand."

"He won't die!"

Behind Xieyan, Zarak curled his lips and said:

"I don't believe that the Black Crow Chapter or the Undead Scourge will let such a warrior go. He can live longer than us, and maybe he will pour a few glasses of wine on your grave, Evil Eye.

Stop being so hypocritical.

It takes the three of us to work hard to restrain the destroyer's soul. It is breaking away from the body and heading to the Twisting Nether. I don't want this big fish to escape."

"Yes, a sinful greenskin is just dead."

The skinny boy said in a cold tone:

"The human kingdom will rejoice at this."

"You two bastards."

The evil eye scolded:

"It is because of your cold-blooded ruthlessness that we were laughed at by those mages. Just wait patiently. We will not be in a hurry until Chief Warsong finishes his last words."

But Grom didn't want to say anything anymore.

He felt very tired, his body felt very light, and he felt like he heard some wonderful call.

He even had a hallucination, and he saw a blue bird-man with wings and wearing white armor falling from the sky.

Still a woman...

She stretched out her hands to herself, saying that she would take her to the world of the dead.

"If you dare to touch him now, I will kill you! DeVos."

Black's cold voice came from the side. The pirate didn't look back and was squatting on the ground, picking up the fragments of the Fel Heart from the hands of the demon hunter Maris Demon Calamity who had escaped from death.

The Demon of Thousand Tongues looked at the dim green crystal in his hand, whistled and said behind him:

"There are conflicts between us, Little Blue Man's loyal saint.

I heard that it was you who spoke ill of me in front of my weak eldest daughter Gristia, which caused me to be listed as an unwelcome soul by the Eternals of the Ascension Fortress before I died.

Although I don’t care about the hospitality of your lousy place, being rejected for no reason still makes me feel bad. Go and stay aside, I will decide the fate of this soul!”

The little blue angel who was scolded by Blake was obviously very angry.

She has traveled between life and death among the stars, guiding those great or fallen souls to the other world for countless epochs, but no living person has dared to speak to her like this.

The Loyal Saint decided to teach this arrogant pirate who repeatedly interrupted her duty to retrieve souls a lesson.

She is not afraid of Blake's living power.

The world of death has its own rules. No matter how powerful the living are, they cannot use the power of the material world to harm her. However, Blake just activated the anima of the war helmet and gave Saint Jay a soul blow, causing the latter to flutter his wings and keep retreating.

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The rules of the world of death revolve around anima. In this field, Black has a rich collection and is obviously a master of combat in the field of anima.

"Again, go ahead!"

Blake waved his hands like swatting flies and said to the blue Green Angel:

"I'm not in the mood to fight with you again. I have enough enemies in this world. One more or one less doesn't mean much. You can watch from the side. If he decides to go with you, then I have no objection.

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After speaking, the pirate came to Grom's side. He stretched out his hand and placed it on Grom's pierced and torn chest. He could even touch the weak beating of the heart.
To be continued...