Chapter 49 The Crazy Way

On the blade of the devil blade, the dark energy shines on it, and the blade cuts away the small hell roar that has just stabilized in the air! A black light burst out in an instant!!

Azgaro's speed is very fast! In just a few seconds, the little hell rant is in a desperate situation! But the little hell rant in mid-air was not afraid at all. It seemed that he could not see the blow with horrible energy under him.

With the clenched blood roar in both hands, it directly blocked the blow to the sky! Silently collided, but the dark energy formed a storm, which shocked away from the two heroes!

The huge energy impact instantly crushes the surrounding hundreds of meters, whether demons or humans, into pieces in an instant! Bloody storm! It interprets this wonderful picture!

On the mountains of nearly 10,000 meters, the battlefield of justice and evil, the scene of roaring and killing, suddenly became quiet.

They all looked at the two immortal heroes who caused this scene.

And the two heroes were also washed away by energy. The little hell rant was washed away by nearly 100 meters. The armor that once belonged to the hell scream is now on him, but it is completely different, and more than a dozen cracks have appeared! And on the little hell roar face, a stream of blood slowly flowed down!

Azgaro is not much better. The armor on his chest has become a fragment, and a shocking wound on his chest makes the ugly devil add 1 powder, and a mouth is also opened on the huge demon blade! It was caused by the blood roar!

"My father! I didn't understand what faith is until today. Touching the blood roar in his hand, there was also a piece of meat on Azgaro's chest, and the little hell roar said in a low voice.

"You are more difficult to deal with than your father, but today, you won't win!" Azgaro gasped and still roared loudly at the little hell.

(It is not this abyss lord who died with Grom.)

"I won't lose either! Go to hell! Azgaro!" Angry, angry to the distorted little hell roar, roared and rushed to Azgaro again!

And Azgaro, who was also unwilling to show weakness, was a pair of meat wings behind him, fluttering and quickly inciting! Both of them are extremely fast! The power is even more fierce!

"Hell's roar!" This time, it was replaced by a little hell scream and tough, domineering! The tomahawk in your hand from the bottom up! Take Azgaro's huge head! The tomahawk crossed the air! Unexpectedly with a stream of heat!

Without the shield on his chest, Azgaro did not dare to take this horrible blow with his body, and quickly resisted the demon blade in his hand!

But it did not stop the advance of the tomahawk at all! Like cutting tofu, cut the devil's blade, directly from Azgaro's chest! Break it! The devil's blood splashed out along the blood of the giant axe!

Azgaro looked at this scene incredulously, and a look of shock and regret appeared in his eyes. He looked at the little hell scream nearby and muttered.

"It turns out that you burned your own life, just like your father, you are crazy..."

Before pulling out the blood roar inserted into Azgaro's body, Azgaro's huge body burst into huge evil energy and burned! Explosion! Death is to bring death! Sagras' loyal lackey existed for this purpose and died...

"Father..." Looking at the changes in Azgaro's body, the little hell scream seemed to see his father, which was the same in those years. He endured all this without hesitation.

With the impact of evil energy passing through the body of the little hell roar, the remaining vitality in the eyes of the little hell roar gradually faded and fell weakly on the battlefield.

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"Lord Sal! Garrosh Hellscream leader, he, he has died in the Winter Spring Valley!" Akaron held Garrosh's weapon, roared blood, knelt in front of Sal, and said to Sal sadly.

The corpse of the little hell roar has been burned into ashes by the evil energy generated by Azgaro, leaving only cracked armor and intact blood roar.

At this time, the scarred plate armor, boots and helmets were put together, and they were still stained with Azgaro's blood.

"It's time for heroes to fall again. Akaron, go back. From today on, you will be the new tribal leader! Do you understand?" Sal gently stroked the blood roar, as if he had seen his old friend, and said to Akalong faintly.

"Me? Me? Chief Sal, I..." Akaron was overwhelmed by Sal's order. Originally, he thought that the leader Garrush had been killed in battle, and Chief Sal should have come back. Why am I the leader?

The tribal heroes and leaders beside them did not express their opinions, but looked curiously at the young Akaron, standing side by side with Akalong, as well as the generals and leaders of the orc races.

"Although Akaron is young, he is very smart, but is it too early to be the leader of the tribe, the great chief of Sal?"

General Nazgorin, who is also a war song clan with Little Hellscream, knelt in front of Sal with Akaron. Hearing Sal's order, he did not agree with Sal's decision and said.

"That's right, Chief. Akaron also feels that he can't afford such a heavy responsibility now," Akaron nodded quickly and said to Sal.

In Sal's plain eyes, there was a trace of helplessness and looked at the heroes around him.

"The purpose of the Burning Legion has been achieved, and we have not won the war! Go and fight! Let our enemies be afraid! After the victory of the war! You are the leader of the orcs and tribes! If you lose! Just die on the battlefield!!"

Excited Sal grabbed Akaron, roared and went crazy. Finally, he slowly let go of Akaron.

"Akaron understands the chief!" Crazy Sal, who made Akaron infected, came forward directly and picked up the blood roar.

"Tribal warriors, it's time for us to prepare to fight! For the tribe!"

"For the tribe!" Although Nazgorin beside him was worried, he did not dare to question Sal's decision. He was very confused and did not say it immediately. He could only agree.

Then, the generals went out, leaving only the leaders of all ethnic groups in the tribe.

The troll clan, Wokin of the Dark Spear Clan, was born with a treacherous appearance and looked at Sal silently.

"Old friend, I can understand your mood. Grom is also my brother. We fought together, and his son died again. None of us wanted to."

"Alas." Sal sighed helplessly. He could only look at the plate armor worn by his former comrades-in-arms and gently closed his eyes. It seemed that he could not bear to continue to look directly at the past memories.

After a long time, during this period, people kept coming with all kinds of news. Marfalio and a group of league heroes rushed over in person.

Mafalio said faintly when he saw Sal, who was resting with his eyes closed.

"The Burning Legion has a new move, my old friend, this time, we are going to fight together again!"

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