Chapter 551: Go to the watchdogs

Jurone is mixed.
Having a blade of fire and a bloodline of warsong is a rare thing in the tribe, because according to the tradition of the tribe, there is very little communication between different clans.
But it is a pity that not only did the mixed race not bring any advantage to Yorone, but it brought him endless troubles.
For example, when participating in the Omrigg meeting, it was targeted by everyone because the groundhog fell into the trap of the Sabertooth; another example is that there is no orc female like it, and it has been single.
It is for this reason that after becoming an adult, Jurone lived in seclusion on the cliffs of Nagrand until Ner'zhul gathered all the orcs and began the journey of conquering Draenor.
Jurone responded to Ner'zhul's call-not because he wanted to serve the Horde, but because he wanted honor.
Following Grommash, Jurone drank the blood of the devil, he participated in the exile of the arakkoa, participated in the fall of Shattrath, and then in the endless war, Jurone fell into confusion.
Is this the glory I desire?
Is this the recognition that I am looking forward to?
Is this the pursuit of one's life?
What Yuronne desires is to be able to be free on the grasslands of Nagrand and challenge all those opponents worth challenging!
Jurone was confused and saw Samuro-from the bloodline, this famous orc legendary sword master was Jurone's distant uncle.
Samuro also felt that all this was not honorable enough, but at this time he had no retreat. For the tribe, Samuro was too important, and the heavy responsibility blocked the way Samuro left.
But Jurone is not a swordsman. Although he is very strong under Samuro's training, his reputation is not obvious.
Under Samuro's persuasion, Jurone gave up the opportunity to follow the Burning Blade to Azeroth when the Dark Portal opened for the first time, and instead stayed in Nagrand.
Then, the dark door opened again.
This time, Jurone couldn't hide it anymore-in Nagrand, all the orcs except for the rash patient in Garadar received the summon of Gromash and must go to war.
Jurone had to come to Azeroth.
In the army of Warsong, Jurone saw Nazgorin who was still a kid.
At first, perhaps out of sympathy, Jurone helped the little guy several times, but later, in Nazgorin, Jurone found his reason to persist.
Perhaps it is difficult for oneself to pursue honor, but perhaps one can fight for the next generation of orcs-at least don't let them have a miserable childhood like yourself.
As a result, bachelors and orphans became de facto fathers and sons.
After experiencing the desire for honor and the painful confusion, Jurone found his own kendo.
For the free tomorrow of the orcs!
After being accidentally controlled by Skram, Jurone, who got rid of his control, found himself in a terrible weakness—it felt like he had just recovered from a serious illness. But now I have no chance to cultivate!
Nothing.
Jurone glanced at Nazgorin one last time.
This little guy is the same as himself, eager for honor and victory.
Fortunately, the current warchief Thrall is a wise enough orc, with a calmness far beyond his own age. Jurone believes that Nazgrim will far exceed himself in the future under Thrall's hands!
Now, I will teach you the last lesson.
sacrifice.
With double knives in hand, Yuronne seemed to have returned to his youngest and strongest time.
Spin, spin fast!
A blazing whirlwind appeared!
Jurone released all his energy.
"Watchdog of the ancient gods, taste the power of Fire Blade!"
Compared with the huge Skram, Jurone's Blade Storm seemed to be insignificant, but the prophet did not dare to take it lightly.
In the shadow of the sword, the prophet almost saw his own death!
The battle is no longer a one-sided crush, and Skram no longer deliberately pursues the enemy's pain, he used his full strength for the first time!
An arcane tornado finally took shape, and under the control of Skram, it greeted Jurone.
Mars collided like the earth, and the blade storm and arcane storm were finally entangled together.
Although Yorone's blade storm is small, it is not weak in the face of the arcane storm like a tornado!
Primitive magic, wild swordsmanship, and two storms resemble two wild beasts biting each other. The raging energy almost made Nazgrim unable to open his eyes, who hadn't got rid of his control on one side.
Nazgrim didn't know how long it took, and when he finally got rid of the restraints, the raging storm finally stopped.
Although Skram consumed a lot of mana, his body was unharmed.
It was Yuronne who stopped first.
Although he has experienced many battles, Jurone is not a terrifying sword master like Samuro. He is just an elite warrior, not even a qualified sword master. Although he has exploded with all his power, he is incomparable. Skram.
At this time, Jurone reluctantly relied on two long knives to support his body, and the arcane arts left a line of bone wounds on his body, making this brave orc completely lose his combat effectiveness.
"Lok-tar..."
With an almost inaudible final battle roar, Jurone didn't move anymore.
……………………
When Grommash rushed to the battlefield along with Brox and Jindo under the guidance of the signal, he saw the orc who made his eyes shine in the match.
Grommash saw the tremendous changes in Nazgrim's body at a glance.
Without showing off his combat skills, without any extra language, Nazgrim now has a maturity and veteran that is completely incompatible with his age.
Although at a disadvantage ~EbookFREE.me~ Although anger is visible to the naked eye, it is not at all impetuous.
What surprised Gromash was the anger of Nazgrim.
The violent and calm anger was a technique that I only mastered after seeing his father Gormash and Goron die together, and pulling the gore from the huge Goron head.
In the next moment, Gromash saw Yurone, who was already stiff.
With emotion, Brox patted Gromash on the shoulder from behind.
"Let's do it, this little guy is a good one, he shouldn't fall here before he is fully grown."
"This is his battle, his glory." Grommash frowned. Obviously he didn't agree with Brox's idea very much. "Your own hatred can only be washed away by your own battle."
For the stubborn and proud Grommash, Brocks suddenly had nothing to say.
Unlocking his battle axe, Brocks launched a charge towards Skram.