Chapter 179 Is the Fate of the Orc Warrior Just to Be Struck by an Axe in a Desperate Situation?

No unnecessary nonsense, no shouting of the names of moves, no devastating attacks.

This final battle between the demons and the Horde in Draenor put the Horde chieftains at a disadvantage from the beginning.

Blackhand rushed past the other chieftains. The strength of this big orc chieftain was comparable to that of a small Gronn. His great strength was so dazzling even in the dark. He rushed towards the place where the magic was the most concentrated. He was sure that Kil'jaeden was there.

He swung his hammer with all his strength, but it fell. Kil'jaeden was not there at all. Instead, he was behind him. A black and purple shadow thorn pierced through his chest and nailed him to the ground.

Although they did not understand Blackhand's current situation, Ner'zhul still wanted to cast a spell to solve the current dilemma. When the shaman spell was useless, Ner'zhul absorbed the power of the Dark Star far away in Shadowmoon Valley. He wanted to defeat Kil'jaeden with a darker power.

"What a rich shadow." Kil'jaeden was amazed. How many surprises would this world give him? He had been to so many Draenors, but this was the most interesting to him. It was a pity that they failed to be loyal to the Legion.

Just as Ner'zhul was channeling his mana, a piercing pain made him scream out. He felt that his soul was being whipped by Kil'jaeden.

Soul whipping, Kil'jaeden often used this trick to torture others.

"Shaman, what's wrong with you?" Kilrogg exclaimed, but was entangled by a mirror image that looked like him. This mirror image was even more like him than he was. The two fought together, but Kilrogg was at a disadvantage.

In the pitch-black silence, Kil'jaeden was like cleaning his room, and the orcs fled in panic like mice in his hands.

Although their hearing was good enough, in the darkness brought by magic, what could they do even if they could hear it? Kil'jaeden couldn't let them listen to footsteps.

Swish.

Nergo felt a gust of wind. He held the thunder in his hand to form a lightning shield, and dozens of electric balls surrounded him.

Something is attacking him, it's a claw.

The evil claw, to put it bluntly, is a basic attack of Kil'jaeden. After Kil'jaeden's claws were strengthened by the fel energy, every wave of his hand was a powerful spell. Even if it was just an incarnation, his claws made it extremely difficult for Nergal to resist.

A force from the fel energy in Kil'jaeden's body violently hit his body, as if to burn him to ashes. Driven by the three primitive and uncontrollable magics of fire, fel energy, and shadow, Kil'jaeden's evil claws seemed to tear him to pieces. He gritted his teeth and stood up, but he was about to give up.

Nergal gritted his teeth in pain, not letting himself shout out to affect the others.

No wonder he is Sargeras's adjutant. The power of this claw, regardless of the destructive power, is stronger than the self-explosion of Manronos in terms of its impact on his body.

"Nergo? You really surprised me. Why haven't I seen you in other worlds?" Kil'jaeden's voice came in the darkness. He was surprised that his attack hit Nergo but didn't have much effect.

Until he explored Nergo's body, oh, so that's it, a spellbreaker, right? He was surprised. In so many parallel universes, this was the first time he saw this weird orc.

What a tough guy.

Nergo panted. The magic immunity brought by the evil breaker was limited after all. It was impossible to find a evil breaker to dance in Kil'jaeden's attack. That was too much.

Nergo let out a long roar, venting all his pain and anger. When the elemental power could not make him win, the evil energy seemed to be the only answer.

A huge ball of evil energy attached to his hand. He stretched out his hand to gather the power here, pressed Kil'jaeden's hand, and then broke him apart and away from his chest.

Arrow of Chaos.

Nergo released a chaos arrow with his other hand and hit his hand, but it had little effect.

Kil'jaeden's body didn't care about this effect at all, and even the damage of fel energy was almost the same as a tonic for him.

"Why would you want to use my power to attack me?" Nergo couldn't see Kil'jaeden's expression at the moment, but he could hear the joke in it. He said, "Aren't you a shaman? Why do you want to use our fel energy? Or-"

"Have you finally recognized your weakness?"

"Your power?" In the darkness, Kael'gath listened to the voice that seemed to be everywhere in his ears. He couldn't tell where Kil'jaeden was, but he relied on his gladiator's intuition to get into Kil'jaeden and calculated where Kil'jaeden would appear after attacking Nergo. It was the best solution.

He wielded the Kingslayer and released the deadly poison in the dagger. The moment he got the dagger, he knew the name of the poison-the King's Bane. He calculated the position and inserted the blade into Kil'jaeden's arm at the fastest speed in his life.

"Hmm?" Kil'jaeden's face changed. He provided the material for this dagger, so he naturally knew how amazing the poison of the Kingslayer was. This was a toxin that was hard to find in the universe, and then it became a part of the Kingslayer under the effect of magic.

There was not much expression on his demonic face. Poisoned? Even if he was poisoned, so what?

However, the pain was unforgettable. A shadow appeared on his hand. This shadow flowed with the air and ran to Kargath's neck, then tightly grasped it, suffocating the orc and almost losing the Kingslayer in his hand.

The shadows continued to shrink, and Kargath's breathing became increasingly difficult. At the critical moment, Grommash's heart was pounding. They were at a disadvantage. This was obvious, but they did not have no hope of winning.

Grommash has always known how powerful an orc can be when he is furious. This comes from the bloodline of his ancestors, bloody violence.

With an angry shout, the anger in Grommash's heart reached its peak. He was going to fight a demon who was famous among the stars. He had always felt that he was incompetent after becoming the warchief. He did not understand diplomacy. He cannot unite all ethnic groups, he does not understand government affairs, and relies on the help of many advisers.

But he was not useless. At this time, it was time for him to fulfill his responsibilities as a great chief. When he thought of this, he felt so proud that he wanted to kill this demon just like he hacked to death Malonos.

As if God was also helping him, a series of Draenei languages ​​that Grommash was not very familiar with came. The darkness began to recede, and the sun and holy light once again shone in the Tanaan Jungle.

Grommash had never been fond of praying, but now he hoped that his ancestors or gods would bless him.

But he was hit by a powerful force continuously. Kil'jaeden did not want to experience being hit by an orc with an axe, so he released several fireballs in succession. These fireballs did not burn Grommash to death. But it also set fire in him.

One of Grommash's arms and shoulders had turned into ashes. He couldn't feel the existence of that arm, and a heartbreaking pain spread throughout his body.

"Chief!" Nelgo exclaimed. He threw out lightning to attract Kil'jaeden's attention, and then urged Ner'zhul, "Heal him quickly!"

"It's useless." Ner'zhul endured the severe pain and said, "I can't feel the elemental spirit."

Kil'jaeden didn't even look at them. He waved his hand, and the flames became more intense. He had only one target at this time, and that was Velen, the Draenei who arrived in time and dispersed the shadow.

"Traitor." He said with a cold face: "You betrayed the Eredar and killed so many innocent people. Is this the Holy Light you believe in?"

Velen shouted to him: "It was you who lost your faith, Kil'jaeden. Together we could have stopped Sargeras and saved Argus."

"Stupid!" Kil'jaeden said: "Have you ever seen the defeat of the Legion? You are called a prophet, but you have always avoided the fact that the Legion will inevitably win."

He kicked away Kargas who was attacking him, and kept belittling Velen's faith, "The Holy Light can't save Argus, nor can it save these mortals, even if your son has chosen the opposite path to you, the Holy Light ? "What's the use?"

He didn't care about these mortals, how could a group of weak orcs rebel against heaven?

"Even their great chief is going to die..."

"But I'm not dead yet!"

Grommash struggled to stand up many times, but fell down repeatedly. His arms were almost unable to hold Gorehowl, and his jaw was broken.

But in Kil'jaeden's taunt, he used his last strength to throw Gorehowl, hoping to hit his enemy. Then he stepped forward quickly. The moment Kil'jaeden was hit by the axe, He grabbed the ax again and struck hard.

With a clang, a wound appeared on Kil'jaeden's chest, and the bones were visible.

Grommash continued to press Gorehowl into Kil'jaeden's body in an attempt to inflict more serious damage on him, and then waited for death to come.

But... Kil'jaeden suddenly took a few steps back, as if he had been hit hard.

That was Velen. Velen exhausted all his power. He severely injured Kil'jaeden's incarnation. The sufficient holy light energy not only attacked Kil'jaeden, but also maintained Grommash's life. .

Although it doesn't help, it can at least keep him alive for a while.