In terms of talent, Brainless Roar is indeed unparalleled.
In the realm of warriors, he could even overpower Thrall. Speaking of warriors alone, in the history of the entire tribe, only the Tauren Chieftain Cairne Bloodhoof could overpower him.
However, Duke already has the real Roar, so why does he need the stupid Roar?
Comparing the action of the idiot Roar chopping the adult blue dragon just now with the action of Lord Roar chopping the ancient blue dragon, the difference is obvious.
The idiot Roar would only squander his own talent, mindlessly hacking at the enemy's vital points without caring about any unexpected events along the way.
After Grom regained a body that surpassed his peak body at the age of eighteen, his fifty years of rich combat experience was clearly demonstrated in the axe strike just now.
The rhythm changed just right, disrupting the opponent and then taking advantage of the fleeting opportunity to strike hard, adjusting the direction of the axe blade with the wrist, dodging the final counterattack of the adult blue dragon perfectly, avoiding the hardest head of the dragon without reducing his own speed and strength, and cutting obliquely into the dragon's neck to cause the greatest damage.
It is no exaggeration to say that with an indestructible eighteen-year-old body and half a century of bloody combat experience, only such a Grom deserves the title of legendary hero.
Only a Grom Hellscream like this is the best among the best, and only he is worthy for Duke to break the boundaries between the Alliance and the Horde and accept him as a messenger of God.
In the sky, Duke saw clearly the funny scene of Grom and his son staring at each other, with no one saying anything.
The relationship between orc fathers and sons is quite deep, but the way they get along is often clumsy.
Just like Durotan could sacrifice himself to save Thrall.
But most fathers only teach their children to be a great warrior, but not how to be a human being.
In this life, Thrall has achieved his current success thanks to the personal teaching of Orgrim.
The father and son...
Anyway, Duke couldn't bear to watch it anymore.
A number of densely packed black dots suddenly appeared in the eastern sky of Warsong Fortress.
In the blink of an eye, the black dots could already be seen in color: red, green, bronze, and a small amount of blue.
The distant dragon roar coming from the sky announced that the Wyrmrest Temple, which had been silent before, was finally moving.
At a glance, thousands of giant dragons covered the sky and the sun, galloping over from the Dragonbone Wilds area further east.
Led by three huge guardian dragons that were as big as a hill in themselves, and flanked by two slightly smaller black dragons and blue dragons, they formed the first echelon of the attack.
Behind them were hundreds of ancient dragons, followed by thousands of adult dragons and tens of thousands of young dragons.
This time, the five-colored dragons came out in full force.
On the ground, Garrosh finally understood why the blue dragons had fled in panic. With their strength, they would be no match for the main force of Wyrmrest Temple.
"well!"
Lord Hou sighed.
He didn't know what tone to use to communicate with his son.
He knew that his son hated him.
He is neither a good person nor a good person.
If he doesn't repay his gratitude, he probably won't be able to rest in peace even after his death.
Repaying a favor is considered a shame by the pure-blooded orcs.
However, facing his son's troubles and the clan he had devoted his life to, he could not bear it, so he asked Duke to send him to save the situation.
Duke got his wish.
The person was rescued, but the rescued child didn't even say thank you.
Grom's feelings must be very complicated.
At this time, Grom raised his famous Gorehowl and shouted, "The blood of our compatriots must not be shed in vain! Today's revenge must be avenged today! If you still have breath, follow me to kill the Nexus and kill all those treacherous blue dragons!"
"Oh oh oh oh——" One call and hundreds of thousands responded.
As long as the orcs who could still fight, after a simple bandage, followed Grom and rushed to the seaside. The battle in the sky was destined to have nothing to do with the Warsong orcs, but the dragons and half-dragons loyal to Malygos on the ground could be killed to vent their anger.
Grom had to do it.
A defeated clan will Suraely be looked down upon by other orc clans.
If he doesn't want the clan that gave birth to him, raised him, and made him fight all his life to perish, he must take these remnants of the defeated army and repay blood with blood in the shortest possible time.
Perhaps for a dead former chief, this was a step too far.
At this time, Grom first considered the inheritance of the clan, rather than the face of being the son of the Warsong Chief.
When Grom stretched out his right hand towards his son, trying to pull him up.
"Come..."
"Pah!" Garrosh slapped his father's hand away. "I can fight! I can get up on my own!"
After that, Garrosh gripped his battle axe tightly and rushed to the front of the team: "Warsong orcs! Follow your chieftain - forward!"
The Warsong orcs looked at Grom one after another, and when they saw Grom nod slightly, they followed Garrosh's pace.
This made Garrosh even more ashamed!
Duke's shadow in the sky no longer paid attention to the Warsong Orcs.
The phantom gradually becomes real.
Duke's real body has already truly descended over the Borean Tundra.
Beside him, several elemental messengers stood in the air.
At this time, Alexstrasza arrived.
"Alexstrasza, it is time to end this."
"Hmm." The Red Dragon Queen nodded her huge dragon head slightly.
Nothing made her more sad than fratricide.
Over there, Onyxia lowered her head slightly, revealing the back of her neck. As long as Duke nodded, a chair would appear on her dragon's back for Duke to sit on.
Duke sent a divine thought directly: "Today is not the right time."
Onyxia, who has lost all her moral integrity, certainly doesn't mind being Duke's mount as a guardian dragon. The other guardian dragons would mind!
After all, this is a crusade between guardian dragons!
Even Kalecgos has come forward. If Malygos is proven not to have entered the realm of death, the guardian dragons will try to resolve the issue through dialogue. If Malygos is really doomed to die, then before he becomes a bone dragon, no, a dracolich that is more terrifying than a death dragon, Wyrmrest Temple will really destroy Malygos...
Looking at the floating magic island standing on the western horizon, Duke was filled with emotion. He could prevent Malygos from obtaining the two elements of frost and fire, but he had no way to deal with the arcane system.
The arcane does not come from the four elements.
The origin of the arcane is no longer known.
Arcane magic is more like the original magic unique to the Pantheon. In theory, arcane energy is a more primitive energy.
Since there is no separate arcane world, the mysterious arcane energy is impossible to be cut off. With Malygos' ability, he can even infinitely convert other elements in the world into arcane energy.
Instead of using the magic network as an arena and engaging in an endless tug-of-war, it would be better to put all the chips on the table and destroy Malygos in the material sense to put an end to it once and for all.