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Chapter 880 Why save me?

As the number one warrior of the tribe, in a crazy state, Grom's Hellscream's attack was of course extremely powerful.

It was the amazing momentum of thundering huge waves hitting the blue and black reefs on the coast. Even if there were seemingly indestructible reefs in front, there was a trance that destroyed them with one blow.

However, Duke is obviously a mage who has nothing to do with melee pros. He is very abrupt, and his every move is like a powerful man looking down on all sides.

Anyone can imagine that Duke's counterattack will arrive in the next moment.

As if like a seagull predating in a storm, after avoiding the powerful and crazy waves of the shore, Duke's mysterious, proud, confident and elegant style... In the eyes of a thousand strong men, ten thousand smells can be read.

Thrall was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

"So, is this the true posture of the ultimate strong man in this world who practices both magic and martial arts?"

Counterattack!

It will arrive in the next moment!

The tall and huge [Blood Roar] slashed hard on the ground, and the black sand suddenly rose into the air, as if even time had stopped.

It was at this moment that Grom's terrifying offensive, which seemed to be able to smash even a mountain with one blow, was shattered heavily by an extremely slender arm!

Every tribe's powerful man opened his mouth in vain. They saw the blood-red light that was much thinner than the orcs passing through Grom's body. He pressed it on the rough face with a blurry illusion as if it was an extremely huge iron hook, not Duke's arm.

Even with Woking's savage vision and wisdom, he only saw the fact that Grom was captured, and did not see the process of Duke catching Grom.

It's so shocking.

You can press Grom's face with your hands, which means you can also kill Grom with one move.

If they can perfectly flash Grom's first strike, they can do it too.

But Duke is a mage

Woking felt like a mess in his mind. So, isn’t Duke Marcus also having the strength of a hero in the melee field?

Woking suddenly discovered something that warrior heroes could not see, and there was a faint magical light on Duke's streamlined muscles.

The light formed a line, as if some kind of exquisite inscription was imprinted on Duke's arm, and even Duke's robe could not completely hide this layer of glory.

When Duke's magic power was powered, the magic elements in the air seemed to be divided into twelve strands, and seemed to rush up together and injected into Duke's arm. In the end, Woking even felt that the magic elements were pushing Duke's arm and grabbing Grom's big face...

"Repent for your insolence and flaws! Grom* Hellscream!" Accompanied by a domineering declaration, under the background of the powerful tribes who were so big that they could stuff a watermelon into a background, Duke actually lost his balance by pressing Grom with one hand, and an ugly face made a gorgeous intimate contact with the earth.

"Drink"

Duke's right arm muscles stretched, leg strength, waist strength, arm strength and the blessing power created by Xi's magic power were combined into one. Grom, who had already twisted facial muscles, staggered for more than ten meters away, and dragged a huge black mark mixed with blood on the ground.

Then when he hit the wall of the Moon Well, using the impact of the impact, Duke carried Grom all over with him, and then pressed his head into the crystal blue well water that was knee-deep.

At the same moment, the magic circle was completely activated!

Countless silver-white lights surged from all directions, hovering above the Moon Well, and finally gathered on Duke's arm.

White light shines!

I only felt a trace of blood and a sharp cry began to dissipate in the air.

"Sobert! Idiot!"

The number one warrior of the "Gugugu" tribe struggled, and was constantly flooded with the enhanced moon water.

A few seconds later, the extremely nervous Thrall saw Grom's arms that were constantly struggling suddenly stopped.

The chief's chest felt a heart-wrenching pain.

Is that nervous?

Is that heartache?

Thrall couldn't explain it.

Then, a group of orcs looked at Grom, who was buried under the well water, and suddenly opened Duke's arm with one hand.

Duke grinned his teeth, but he still gasped and retreated.

Everyone saw Grom sitting up in a flash, and then gave Duke a look of disgust.

Thrall was not angry but happy!

"Grom!?"

Looking at Thrall, Lexa and others rushing towards him, he looked at Duke, who was sitting by the well, gasping for breath. Grom, who woke up, didn't know what happened?

Although he was only in trouble and chaos not long ago, this does not mean that he has completely lost his memory.

Thinking of him drinking the demon blood again in order to survive, and after killing the natural demigod, Grom's face was very exciting.

Thinking of the one who pulled himself out of the abyss of madness in pain was the one who had been wanting to kill him immediately for the past ten years, and had torn apart ten thousand times and ten thousand times, the face of Duke Marcus Grom was even more exciting!

It was a sense of infinite shame that I wished I could give myself an axe on the spot and then fell to the mass grave and died clean.

"No! I...I...Ancestor!" Grom, a famous iron man who died even though his father and mother, died of all his brothers. He would not shed a single tear even after being cut by dozens of swords, even cried suddenly.

Thrall finally rushed over, hugged Grom who was crying loudly, and patted his extremely generous back hard: "It's okay! Grom! It's okay."

Grum seemed to be unaware of Thrall who was holding him, but instead stared at Duke who was sitting on the low-high well wall and smiling mysteriously at him: "Duke Duke Marcus! Why do you want to save me!?"

If any strong man in the tribe rescued him, Grom would not be so upset. But Duke... only Duke! He could not accept it at all!

"Why? Why do you ask me?" Duke spread his hands with a sarcastic look on his face: "Akmond, one of the most powerful demons of the Burning Legion, is on his way to Kalimdor. This is not an opponent that the alliance can deal with alone. And your chief insists on not saving you will not join this temporary alliance against the Burning Legion. If you insist on thanking anyone, thank you Sar."

Grom was silent, and anyone would think he was a volcano that was about to erupt.
Chapter completed!
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