Gruer's arm sank suddenly. He wanted to raise his hand hard, but he seemed to be locked in a set of invisible huge heavy shackles, which could not be used at all.

Illidan slowly pulled out the famous pair of green double blades from behind and gently fought in front of him.

"Clang"

It was a crisp and sonorous sound.

The bright green fel energy swept away like rippling water waves on the double blades of Essinos. The double blades of the artifact that was seized from the Void Lord and was once again controlled by the owner of the fel energy immediately resonated happily.

The gravel that fell from the broken top wall fell onto the double edges and immediately encountered an invisible barrier, refracting and bounced away.

The dazzling evil light on the blade did not flash, but became more and more fierce. The dazzling green light seemed to be about to overwhelm all the light in the huge temple.

As the sharp momentum of Illidan spread, everything around him seemed to be trembling in the storm.

"Does go!" Thrall finally couldn't help but shout.

flash?

How to flash?

If it is a thief with agility, it will be fine.

Even the burly orc warriors have a bad chance of dodging.

But the size of the dragon slayer Gruel, this hill-like body destined that he could only eat anything he had to attack.

Accompanied by the sound of the wind being cut, an illusion appeared, and it looked like countless crescent moons shining with blazing green light flew towards Gruer.

Gruel yelled, he had just balanced his body and raised his right paw to slap him.

It was at this moment that the space seemed to have a strange misalignment. In the last moment, the dragon slayer Gruel suddenly turned his head. As a result, a long green line appeared at the connection between his left shoulder and his body.

"No!" Thrall screamed in the distance.

Gruer was a peerless strong man from the tribe at a cost. Although this kind of relying on outsiders was a bit unreliable, in order to gain more voice in communication with the alliance, the existence of a demigod-level strong man is necessary. Even if Gruer is just a body of a demigod, not a demigod in the true sense.

Now, Gruer is obviously going to suffer a big loss.

Because of the huge column behind Gruer's arm and the thick outer wall of the temple, the extension of the green line can be clearly seen.

It was not until a full second later that everyone saw Gruer's huge left arm that was comparable to a train wrist flew out.

The arms were spinning in the air, probably five or six circles, and finally fell down to the battlefield below.

The arm that was chopped off fell to the middle of a group of tribal soldiers, as if it was a mountain collapse. The half-flesh and half-rock arm immediately pressed the dozens of soldiers at the bottom into meat sauce. The arm that had not yet disappeared was rolling out, and the entire tribal formation was flattened. Many tribal warriors were hit and broken and died on the spot.

The tribal supervisors who were commanding the war below looked at the scene in amazement. Their invincible impression of Gruel collapsed in just a few seconds.

This is not the end.

When Essinos of Illidan cut off Gruer's arm with his double blades, suddenly, a rustling sound came from both the top and the bottom of the hall.

It seemed as if something was shattering, no, it was no longer shattering, it was simply collapsed.

During the fierce battle, everyone couldn't help but look back and looked at the eyes. The hall half of the temple closest to the outer wall suddenly separated from the green line that Illidan.

The side that was not connected to the foundation or the supporting column was rumbling down along with Gruel, who had lost his balance, and fell to the flat ground near the gate of the temple in an instant, causing even more terrifying secondary damage.

Gruel was not dead, and his angry roar told everyone this fact.

It is obvious that in a short period of time, Gruer can no longer participate in the war.

At this moment, everyone finally had a relatively clear understanding of the strength of Yilidan, the king of the foreign domain.

No one present was Illidan's opponent!

For a moment, the air was silent.

Yilidan's body flashed at high speed, with just a few movements similar to the flash of the mage, and had already arrived in front of Thrall.

He could clearly sense that Thrall, who was holding the [Hammer of Destruction], was shaking slightly.

Illidan turned his head, opened his mouth, which was also full of sharp fangs, and showed a cruel smile no matter how you look at it: "Is the orc chief Thar? You are very good! I will give you a chance to lead the entire tribe to subdue me and become my slave. In this way, I can forgive you for your sins of chaos against my fortress."

In Saar's eyes, only Illidan's aggressive purple-blue face and his threatening fangs were seen.

At this moment, he could not feel the loss of temporarily losing the Dragon Slayer Gruel. All he had in his heart was his fear of the overwhelming strength of Illidan.

But Thrall has never been a cowardly person.

Otherwise he would not be the leader of the tribe.

He took a deep breath of turbid air into his lungs. He used all his strength to shout and roar.

"Orcs will never be slaves"

Classics, the reason why they are classics.

It is because the will and beliefs contained in it cannot be reproduced.

Nine years ago, facing a powerful alliance, Thrall led the enslaved orcs to break free from the cage and cut off the shackles before gaining freedom.

Nine years later, facing the half-body strongman Illidan, Thar still had no reason to betray the freedom of his compatriots.

Perhaps, if you swung this hammer, Thrall himself might die.

But life and death are never the first things Thrall considers.

All he has to do is declare an answer that yearns for freedom!

The flames of the Hammer of Destruction illuminated half of Illidan's face. The outline of the handsome night elf ten thousand years ago remained on his face, full of evil spirit.

However, at this moment, Thal's behavior made Illidan feel humiliated.

Because Thrall chose a difficult road that was consistent with his goals but was completely opposite to his methods and fought directly!

"Then go and die." The double-edged Essinos waving looked like a green circle that kept spinning around Illidan.

The circle comes first, easily avoiding the heavy hammer head and approaching Thal's neck at a faster speed.

At this moment, a huge figure inserted into the middle between Thrall and Illidan.

"Ah!" Thrall's eyes widened in shock.

In his eyes as big as a copper bell, in his vision, the figure that he had lost for a time and regained again for a time, was slashed in half in front of him...
Chapter completed!