Chapter 174 That Year, Facing Grommash, Manornos's Performance Was Not Ideal

"Where's Zakun? You haven't won yet?"

On the Destroyer's high platform in Hellfire Fortress, Maronos asked casually. In his opinion, the battle should have ended long ago, but the shouts of killing outside have not ended yet. In his opinion, it was Zakun who was there. Waste of time.

It can't be that Zakun is dead, right?

A bold idea arose in Maronos's mind.

That would be embarrassing for him.

But when I think about the orcs outside, there is also a Grommash, so it seems normal that Zakun cannot defeat the Horde?

He looked at the evil orc who came to report, but found that he was hesitating and hesitating for a long time, and finally said: "If you win."

If you win? What does "Ruying" mean? Winning means winning, losing means losing. How can you create "Ruying"?

Maronos snorted, smashed the spear in his hand on the ground, and growled: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Now please explain to me what Ruying means."

Under the pressure of the great demon's aura, the evil orc replied with sweating profusely: "If you win...if you win, you don't win."

Wow, are you really dead?

Maronos was stunned for a moment, then shook his head. He had already thought about how to laugh at Zakun when he returned to the Twisting Nether.

But before that, he obviously wanted to get rid of those tribes.

There was no moment of mourning for Zakun's death, he would be resurrected anyway, and the next one to appear was Maronos the Destroyer.

Now he wanted to avenge his shame and see who would dare to say that he, Maronos, was an orc prisoner and a dutiful son of Grommash.

Gul'dan was beside him, too frightened to speak. He thought Zakun would be very strong when he appeared, but he died in just a short while?

Okay, okay, I thought a big one was coming, but it turned out that a big one was coming, right?

Gul'dan's hope now rests on Maronos. If he loses again, he may be trampled to death by the orcs using clefthoof oxen.

Maronos saw Gul'dan's uneasiness. He turned his head and lowered his body, "Grommash will die. You just need to complete the task given to you by the Deceiver here."

After saying that, Maronos grabbed the spear that was dozens of meters long and laughed wildly. The evil flames on his body soared into the sky. He jumped down towards the high platform and roared, "Groma What, I am the 'Destroyer', the 'Skinned One', one of Sargeras' chosen ones!"

The figure of the Abyss Lord suddenly appeared in the eyes of the tribal army. It is not difficult to find that he, like his kind, these huge destroyers never do anything to hide themselves. No matter which civilization they attack, He yelled and then charged.

Nergo looked at the big demon in front of him, and he told Black Hand: "Command the soldiers for me and let them fight the demon, but don't get too close to the battlefield, just wait for the long-range troops to attack."

Then he ordered Lexa, "You go and inform others now that our target has appeared, and the artillery and bombs will be given priority to this guy."

Nergo wondered how long a tall monster that could fill the valley could remain a living target.

Nergo briefly arranged the battle plan, and then looked at Grommash, "Chief, wait for the bomb to explode on him, wait until he is at his weakest moment, and that is when you will behead him."

Grommash groaned, "I know." He clenched the Blood Roar in his hand and looked at the head of Maronos, as if he was thinking about where to start.

This is not the Demon Slayer Valley, nor Kil'jaeden's Throne. This is Hellfire Citadel, where Grommash is about to kill Malonoth for the third time.

"Fire artillery!" After receiving the order, the orc officers in charge immediately emptied their magazines and fired at the huge body of Maronos. If Nergo had not informed the mages to prepare magic defense and let the troops Maintaining a relatively safe position, I am afraid that not just one salvo can cause countless casualties.

Bang bang bang.

Maronos watched countless artillery pieces pouring firepower towards him, and the artillery pieces exploded on his body with tail flames.

"Is this how you killed Zakun? It wasn't painful or itchy."

Maybe Maronos didn't want to yell, but his voice was as deafening as shouting with a loudspeaker plugged into his ears.

"Go to hell, bastard!"

Maronos waved his hand and looked at the formation formed by the mortals. He smashed down clusters of green meteorites towards the tribe's artillery unit.

Evil flame storm.

Groups of green meteorites hit the ground, forming hundreds of large craters filled with evil lava.

"Quick, magic defense, hold on!" The mages tried their best to hold up a ray of magic, but they were too fragile in front of these meteorites. In the end, only a small part of the army was teleported away by the mages, and most of them died. In the evil fire storm of Maronos.

Before it was over, these broken meteorites caused huge damage to the tribe's army, and then gathered together to form several huge stone men, with evil lava flowing on their bodies. They stood up with a roar, and every mortal who came into contact with them stood up. They will all be ignited by the evil fire on them.

This is the war weapon of the Burning Legion, a construct, and a demon. This is Hellfire.

"Damn it." Black Hand, who was in charge of commanding the troops, looked at the scrapped devices that had obviously been hit by hellfire. He could no longer say anything. He gritted his teeth and said, "Let Gronn go!"

There was a rumbling sound, and the Gronns joined the battle at Black Hand's signal, fighting against these hellfires.

On one side is the Burning Legion's technology and magic creation, the time-tested Hellfire.

On the other side is the creation (descendant) of the Titan Aggramar, the Gronn who has dominated Draenor for many years.

Kernelgo didn't pay attention to their battles. He only knew that his long-range firepower unit was gone, and this attack by Manornos almost destroyed the family wealth accumulated by the tribe over the years.

Manornos stretched his body and watched those annoying mortals being slaughtered by the Hellfire he summoned. The blood from the Annihilan made him feel extremely happy, as if the soul in his body was cheering.

He took a step and waved his spear.

"Next, it's just you and me, and the mortals around you who are responsible for the funeral!" Manornos launched a series of attacks on the mortals' magic defenses. Under his huge impact, these tribal troops seemed to be in danger.

Even their attacks were not painful to Manornos. The Destroyer didn't care about this little bit of damage at all.

"Withdraw." Grommash's eyes flashed with an unstoppable rage, and his muscles trembled with anger, which soon flowed through his body.

Leaving these soldiers behind would only result in unnecessary casualties, and he would now kill this demon with his own hands.

Malornos, the day of your death is now.