The Jolin in Dranos's mouth is Garrosh's adjutant. As the only legitimate son of Kilrogg, Deadeye, the chief of the Blood Hollow Clan, Jolin grew up with his friends in Garadar since he was a child. He is taciturn by nature.
He is not good at words, but he is superior in resourcefulness and scheming, and he and Garrosh complement each other perfectly in both literature and martial arts.
Originally, Qiao Lin was not worried that his companions would lose. After all, the strength of the little Hellscream was one of the best in Galadar. No matter how bizarre it was, he would not lose to an "unknown" human. But what he didn't expect was that the two of them
As soon as they fought, Qiao Lin was shocked: the power of human beings was simply astonishing. With just one hand, Garrosh could not lift his head.
To say that the Mag'har tribe knows little Hellscream best, except for Gaia'an's grandmother, who has been Jolin and Garrosh's brother for more than ten years, he has never seen this fighting maniac beaten so miserably.
, barely even capable of fighting back, no wonder he was so depressed that he wanted to fight for his life.
"Stop, Garrosh!" Although Jolin hated the Alliance deeply and wished that the little Hellscream would smash the bones of these pink-skinned bastards, he was shrewd enough to see that humans still only have a little intention to punish them, and he
He didn't use all his strength, but if Garrosh tried his best, it might lead to a lose-lose situation for both sides... No, it would be a complete suicide!
However, at this moment, Garrosh's heart was filled with boiling fighting spirit, and he could not hear what others were saying! He saw the strange red markings gradually covering the orc's body, and even his eyes turned a terrifying blood red.
If anyone has witnessed the battle when Grom killed Cenarius, I believe this scene will not be unfamiliar to him.
This is the unique blood of the Hellscream family’s warriors
Ignoring powerful enemies, ignoring rules, and even ignoring themselves, under their blood-red pupils, there is only the purest desire for destruction!
"roar!"
Garrosh roared to the sky, and the two axes in his hands were stirred by anger. They actually made a trilling sound similar to the roar of a monster, which made everyone around him change his color in horror. Even Qiaolin, who was about to step forward to stop him, was so scared that he shrank back.
"Wow, could this guy be able to mutate? Why is his whole body so red!" Evelin's eyes widened with half curiosity and half surprise, "And he feels much stronger than before... Well, it seems like your general is the best this time.
There’s trouble!”
Sophie next to her snorted and said nothing, obviously disdainful of the blood elf's ignorant remarks, but Herod couldn't see the other party gloating about his misfortune, so he retorted: "How troublesome can it be? Don't you see that my lord has not seen it at all?"
Do you want to use all your strength? It would be better if this orc is timid and gives in. If he really tries his best, there is no guarantee that his death will be even more ugly!"
"Oh?" Evelin rolled her eyes after hearing this, "Your Excellency has so much confidence in your general, are you not afraid that he will accidentally miss it?"
"There is no such possibility." Before Herod could speak, Sam interrupted her coldly, "The lion king in the jungle, no matter how careless and proud he is, will never lose to a fierce rabbit.
Therefore, your assumption will never be true."
"Well said, Sam." Sophie smiled brightly at the young death knight, who bowed slightly, then ignored the blood elves and turned his attention to the battle circle again.
Evelin curled her lips when she saw this, thinking that this ice-faced person was really annoying. He pretended to be an expert but didn't finish his words. It's true that there are just as many subordinates as there are commanders!
At this moment, Garrosh in the battle circle suddenly stopped roaring. His whole body was red and he raised his hands high, feeling the infinite fighting power derived from his blood.
"Humanity, pay the price for despising your enemies!"
The orc lowered his body, his explosive thigh muscles pulsating, as if he was accumulating strength for the next thunderous strike, "This is Hellscream's true strength!"
In an instant, there was only a dull loud noise from the ground, and Garrosh's burly body shot up, and the short-handled double axes were like the cold moonlight across the sky, slashing towards the knight!
At this moment, he finally got rid of the state of being like a fish on a chopping board, and was able to use the sharp ax in his hand to relieve his anger!
"madness…"
Just when everyone's eyes were attracted by Garrosh's thunderous strike, Regan's cold voice broke the silence.
The knight who was still holding the sword with one hand and still looking coldly and calmly seemed to be weeding in his own backyard, and the orc was the mantis that bared his teeth and claws at him, even making him unable to think of putting his left hand on the hilt of the sword.
"clang!"
The great royal sword was suddenly swung out, as if it was light and airy without any fireworks, but Garrosh, who was still in the air, heard a crisp sound as if he was struck by lightning, and the two axes in the orc's hands shattered at a speed visible to the naked eye.
It opened and fell to the ground with a crackle, and Garrosh's arm was bleeding like a fountain, and he fell to the ground with a cry.
"Garrush!" Qiao Lin hurriedly stepped forward to protect his companions, glared at Regen fiercely, and ordered to his men, "Surround these damn pink-skinned bastards, and don't let any of them escape!"
"Shut up, Jolin!" Dranos shouted angrily, "How much further do you want to make things worse! Do you have to shed blood on this sacred land to satisfy your wishes?"
Qiao Lin also yelled without showing any signs of weakness: "Denuo, figure out which side you want to stand on! Now it's obviously our people who were injured by this dog, are we still begging for their forgiveness?"
"Then you must first figure out who is provoking!" Roxas said solemnly, "The whole thing happened under our noses. Garrosh wanted to fight Regan voluntarily, no matter according to the orcs or the
Humanity’s tradition has never finished using private anger to seek revenge!”
"You!" Qiao Lin glared angrily. Although he also knew that it was his own unreasonable role, the orcs were still extremely dissatisfied with the fact that the Saurfang brothers did not help their relatives. "Did you two forget to fall down?"
He is your brother, not these pink-skinned dogs across from you!"
Roxas snorted coldly: "Shut up, Jolin, you and Garrosh have been delayed for too long. We have serious business to discuss with Grandma Gaiaan, and we don't have time to listen to your nonsense here!"
"Then you don't want to enter the village!" Qiao Lin was not a fool at first, but he was stimulated by Roxas's attitude and stood up angrily, "Seal the entrance to the village and don't let any of them enter! Roxas
And Dranos is no exception!”
"You dare!" Brother Saurfang took a step forward and glared at Qiaolin who refused to give in. The air was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder, and it seemed that just one spark was enough to trigger a more serious conflict!
"Hey, you kids really never let people worry..." Suddenly, an old voice floated out from the village and clearly passed into everyone's ears. Lei Gen, who was standing with his hands behind his hands, changed his expression.
Looking toward quiet Galadar
Although the voice sounds weak, it is obvious that the speaker has mastered the control of the wind element. If not, how could the noisy crowd ignore the argument and only hear his words?
Regen has only experienced such skillful element manipulation in one person - Thrall, the current chief of the tribe. So the question arises, is there a shaman in Galadar who is as powerful as Thrall?
Who?
"If this is true, things will be a little difficult to handle..." Regan narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the orcs in the field calmly, and quietly motioned to his subordinates to calm down.
"We are both descendants of orcs, but we got into a dispute over some alien races... Could it be that you have forgotten Gul'dan's lesson?" An extremely old female orc walked out of the village with the support of two maids, pointing tremblingly.
A ashamed Qiao Lin said, "I can clearly see everything that happened just now. Since Garrosh wants to compete with these... humans, then their duel is protected by the ancestors and elemental spirits. Victory is victory, and defeat is
It means defeat, how can there be any reason not to admit defeat after defeat?"
"Grandma said that Qiao Lin did something wrong." The beast lowered his head convinced, not daring to make any quibbles.
Obviously, the person in front of him is naturally the spiritual leader of Galadar and the common elder of many orc orphans: Grandma Gaiaan
"Okay, bring this kid in for treatment...Look at what he looked like just now, he doesn't have the arrogance of the Hellscream family!" The old orc man waved his hand, obviously disdainful of Garrosh's behavior just now. Fortunately,
The latter had already passed out at this moment. If he heard his grandmother's "comments" like this despite being seriously injured, he would probably be so angry that he would suffer internal injuries.
"And you two brats," Gaiaan walked tremblingly in front of the Saurfang brothers. Before they could bend down to say hello, each of them gave them a walking stick, beating the two rough men and screaming.
"Even if our brothers have done something wrong, don't you understand why and insist on using violence and abuse to solve the problem?" The old grandmother said angrily, "It's a blessing that I came in time. If I had been a little slower, you two would have
Brothers are not allowed to draw swords against fellow tribesmen?"
"Grandma, forgive me, Locke (Deno) knows his mistake!" The two burly orcs acted like children in front of the short old man, and listened to Gaia'an's lessons honestly.
"Gul'dan's lesson in dividing the tribe is right in front of us. If he hadn't had his own selfish desires and incited the tribe to join the Burning Legion and go to Azeroth, how would the orcs have suffered such a misfortune, which separated brothers and families from two worlds for decades?
We are not allowed to see each other...ahem..." the old grandmother said so excitedly that she almost couldn't breathe, which made the maids next to her worried for a while.
"Grandma taught us this, but we don't want to follow Gul'dan's stupidity and divide the tribe just because of selfish desires." Ever since his grandmother appeared, Dranos has been bowing his head and not daring to speak, but Roxas still stayed there after all.
Galadar had not been around for long, and he was more respectful than fearful of Gaiaan, so he bravely explained
"We really had no choice but to conflict with Garrosh and the others because we had something important to report to my grandmother!"