Chapter 258: Various Unscientific Phenomena

Grommash's leaping strike was unscientific.

Discussing science in a fantasy world filled with various unique professional skills often amounted to nonsense. What seemed like a simple jump and fall had no necessary connection to the acceleration of gravity during either ascent or descent.

The searing red light on [Gorehowl] soared into the sky, and for a moment, it was as if a crimson sun had suddenly burst forth from the ground.

Terrifying and dazzling!

In the next instant, Grommash, with both hands gripping the axe handle, struck down like a meteor.

Accelerating!

Accelerating!

Constantly changing acceleration!

Madly changing acceleration!

In the first half-instant, Grommash was nearly 10 meters away from Sylvanas. It seemed that the Future Banshee Queen could easily dodge by merely stomping her foot.

In the next half-instant, the sharp edge of the axe had already cleaved to the few strands of hair that leaked from Sylvanas' hood. At this moment, the piercing scream of the axe tearing through the air had just begun to spread.

This strike broke the sound barrier!

This was the attack that the Hell scream family relied on for their fame. Grom's father used this move to cleave countless ogres and gronn. Grom himself would later use it to slay the demigod Cenarius of the night elves and the colossal demon Mannoroth.

"No —" Duke, at the command post, saw this scene through the ever-watchful Eye of the Mage and stood up abruptly. Cold sweat instantly soaked his entire back.

Could it be that the Future Banshee Queen, who was supposed to shine brilliantly on the world stage of Azeroth in later years, would fall here?

It's still the Second War of the Dark Portal!

There's no Scourge at all!

It could be said that if the Future Banshee Queen died here, she would truly be dead! Never to be resurrected!

Unless…

Duke dared not imagine.

However, in his tense fear, Duke forgot one existence — Alleria. As the eldest sister of the Windrunner family, how could she let her sister die in front of her?

Indeed, the current Sylvanas was still immature, far from the powerful Dark Ranger and Future Banshee Queen who would later shake the world with a single stomp.

This was precisely why Duke, in the name of the Alliance's Deputy Commander, had the two sisters face Grom together.

Alleria launched a kick at Sylvanas' buttocks, narrowly allowing her to avoid the strike.

Gorehowl continued to cleave downwards.

Just as it seemed the axe would miss Sylvanas but still take one of Alleria's legs, Alleria's seasoned battle experience came into play. In this critical moment, she drove the three arrows she was holding in her right hand directly into Grom's face while her muscular abdomen swelled in an instant. She used her waist strength to forcibly change the direction of her kicked leg into a sweeping blow aimed at Grom's knee.

Perhaps Grom could sever one of Alleria's legs, but the price would be three arrows lodged in Grom's face.

This was a desperate life-for-injury fighting style.

Grom's expression changed, and his rugged face became serious. He didn't expect such a seemingly delicate and strange 'human' to have such a fierce battle method.

He finally realized that victory would not come so easily.

Grom canceled his leaping strike, and the muscles in his arm swelled abruptly. Changing from a cleave to a sweep, he instantly executed a [Whirlwind Strike].

In the span of half a breath, a raging tornado appeared.

Surrounding wood was reduced to chips, even the seawater was drawn up by the whirlwind. It seemed Grom had become a small water tornado at sea.

The Windrunner sisters dodged swiftly.

"Sis, are you okay?" Sylvanas realized her carelessness had put her sister in danger. She looked worriedly at Alleria's leg, where her boots were cut and blood seeped through.

Alleria's facial muscles twitched. She wanted to reassure her sister that she was fine, but she finally said in Thalassian, "I'm okay, just a little slower."

Orcs were thick-skinned and tough, able to withstand dozens of arrows. However, for the Windrunners, who relied on speed and agility, even a slight decrease in speed could mean life or death.

It was no exaggeration to say that Grom's powerful physique gave him many opportunities to make mistakes. For the Windrunner sisters, one mistake could mean utter ruin.

Gritting her teeth, the Dark Lady said coldly, "Sis, you provide ranged cover."

"Alright!" Although a little worried, this was the only way. As Grom's Whirlwind attack ended, Sylvanas took up her bow, drew her side-sword, and charged with lightning speed. Alleria kept a distance of 20 meters, providing continuous support with her arrows.

In the command tent, Duke saw the Windrunner sisters holding their ground against Hellscream, and he finally relaxed.

This was the turning point.

Duke suddenly shuddered. He wasn't afraid of the orcs launching a full-scale assault, but what if they had more formidable chieftains like Grom?

While there was only one Hellscream, the talented orcish race had more than just Grom Hellscream.

There were Gul'dan, Samuro...

Wait!

Samuro?!

Duke suddenly realized his mistake.

"Tirion Fordring!"

For some reason, Duke had called Tirion's name instead of Uther's. Tirion, who was ready to join the battle, hesitated but stepped forward.

"Yes?"

"I'm worried about Marshal Llane Wrynn on the front lines. I need you to go there immediately and stay by his side throughout this battle."

Bodyguard duty!

Tirion's face showed a hint of disappointment. In his view, paladins should be in the thick of the fight, not serving as bodyguards.

Duke's voice came again, "I just remembered that the orcs have a special profession called Blademaster. They possess stealth abilities similar to rogues but are faster, and their attacks seem to have some mysterious power. Tirion, this is an important mission. If anything happens to Marshal Wrynn, it will be a devastating blow to Southshore and the entire Alliance. No matter the outcome, I will count this as a great merit."

"Understood!"

Duke's deployment came just in time.

Llane, clad in golden armor, boosted the Stormwind soldiers' morale on the front lines, but his presence was also glaringly noticeable to the Horde.

As a sword suddenly swung towards Llane from behind, Tirion arrived.

[Holy Shock]: One of the few ranged attacks available to paladins.

The timely attack, appearing at the most crucial moment and place, made the ambushing Blademaster hesitate.

It was this moment that allowed Llane and Marshal Bolvar to react. Two sword flashes crossed and struck the figure that was becoming clearer from its blurred state.

However, this Blademaster was not ready to give up.

[Bladestorm] suddenly rose. .