The Gronn swung his massive fists, capable of crushing Ogrim into the ground, creating one deep pit after another on the surface.
Despite the Gronn's mountain-like size, he was not slow; the wind generated by his swinging fists alone was enough to blow away weaker soldiers.
Ordinary Scourge soldiers, like the cannon fodder Skeletons and Ghouls, could not withstand a single punch and were hammered into unrecoverable scrap, their bones and weapons all turned to waste.
Ogre zombies could barely cause the Gronn some trouble, but they also found it difficult to stop this rampaging behemoth's advance; due to the immense disparity in strength, the Ogre zombies were either torn in half or pounded into meat paste.
Moreover, the Gronn, a half-rock, half-flesh creature, not only possessed incredibly hard skin, but his resistance to the Scourge plague was also ridiculously high; the toxic mist and clouds that could instantly incapacitate Ogres showed no negative effects on this Gronn.
However, although the Gronn seemed unstoppable, capable of destroying anything in his path with overwhelming force, whether it was rocks, towers, or other buildings, all turned into dust and ruins under the Gronn's immense power.
But he was helpless against the 'leaping and dodging' Ogrim and Grommash; the two Death Knights' movements were far from slow; on the contrary, their undead bodies granted them physiques and abilities far exceeding those of normal orcs.
Clad in exaggerated plate armor and wielding two-handed axes and two-handed hammers, Ogrim and Grommash's running and jumping left the Gronn behind, unable to keep up with their movements.
Furthermore, Ogrim and Grommash often coordinated to inflict a few 'insignificant' wounds on the Gronn, provoking him to let out deafening roars.
"Magok will crush you!"
The Gronn named Magok furiously launched attacks at Ogrim and Grommash; his underdeveloped brain left him no time to consider other areas, focusing solely on eliminating Ogrim and Grommash.
The two Death Knights would not let him have his way; they continuously entangled with the Gronn, leaving wounds on his body.
The scene gradually evolved into a battle between the two Death Knights and the Gronn, while other undead creatures seemed to deliberately avoid the area.
The undead certainly would not feel emotions like fear; it was simply that Ogrim and Grommash had ordered them not to interfere for the time being, but in reality, most orcs who had hunted Gronn did not do so alone, but as organized hunting parties attacking together.
An Orc facing a rampaging Gronn was no different from committing suicide, and two orcs were not much better, just the difference between one meat patty and two meat patties.
Normally, this would be the case, but as Magok fought, he found that the buildings and ground he destroyed were increasing, yet the two Death Knights, apart from being a bit disheveled, had not suffered any injuries.
Instead, Magok's two legs became the 'heavily affected area'; Grommash and Ogrim continuously attacked the lower limbs supporting Magok's entire body; the enraged Gronn didn't care about those minor injuries, but gradually, as the wounds accumulated, even Magok began to feel overwhelmed.
The Death Knight's unique chilling energy corroded Magok's body; he began to realize that those seemingly useless attacks had actually caused a considerable degree of damage to his body; at least his intuition told him that if he continued to fight, he would likely fail.
Magok was a son of Gruul; even in Draenor before its destruction, he was not one of the unremarkable Gronn; he possessed power capable of making Dragons tremble.
However, now he was being pushed to such an extent by two tiny orcs; Magok suddenly felt a desire to retreat.
But when he let out a roar, hitting the ground with his hand to force Ogrim and Grommash back, he looked back and found that swarms of Skeletons and zombies had completely blocked his retreat.
Magok's not-so-bright brain hesitated between the Death Knights and the ordinary zombies, finally making a choice—to move towards the zombies.
Those weak bone frames, while having little flesh, were also incredibly weak; with Magok's strength, he could quickly clear them out.
Thinking this, Magok no longer hesitated; he no longer had the imposing posture he had when he first appeared; instead, he hastily repelled Ogrim and Grommash's latest attack and then began to flee rapidly backward.
As top predators, no prey targeted by a Gronn could escape, not only because his strength was unmatched, but also because these behemoths' speed across the plains was not slow; on the contrary, even warhorses would find it difficult to keep up with their pace.
Indeed, just as Magok thought, the Skeletons and zombies could not stop his advance; even the slightly stronger Ogres were easily knocked away and toppled by him.
He let out a satisfied roar, while also holding a grudge against Ogrim and Grommash, planning to bring his brothers later to deal with these dangerous little things.
But as he ran, a piercing pain suddenly shot through his leg; even he couldn't ignore such agony; Magok wailed and collapsed onto the ground, smashing a pile of Skeletons, yet the undead creatures still swarmed him, a pile of Skeletons threatening to engulf him in the sea of undead.
Magok frantically swung his arms, sweeping away and shattering Skeletons, while also grabbing an Ogre zombie and using him as a club, sending the undead in front of him flying with 'flesh and blood'.
He quickly looked at his legs, horrified to find that his legs, which had only been covered with some minor, harmless scratches, were now full of festering sores and pus; neither rock nor flesh could stop the corrosion of this pus, and soon, these injuries spread into his internal body.
The festering also provided an entry point for the plague clouds; the plague, which had previously had little effect on the Gronn, finally showed its power at this moment; although it still couldn't instantly turn him into an undead creature like an Ogre, these plagues were further intensifying the power of the festering and pus.
Magok was like a fish caught on shore, struggling powerlessly on the ground; the Skeletons swarming from his blind spots even climbed onto his body, beginning to tear at every piece of flesh on him.
The Gronn struggled frantically, and just as he was about to inflict another wave of huge losses on the undead, a violent tremor came from the ground; Magok's innate connection to the earth told him that something was rapidly burrowing out from underground.
Normally, Magok would quickly realize such an attack and dodge it, then retaliate with a fierce counterattack, but now, entangled by injuries and low-level undead, Magok found it impossible to escape the lock of the underground threat.
"Roar!"
After a massive shriek, Magok's heavy body briefly lifted off the ground, flying into the air, and an unprecedentedly huge wound appeared at his waist.
The severe injury caused Magok to instantly lose consciousness; after falling to the ground, he was at the mercy of the undead, and amidst the flying dust, the massive figure of the Crypt Lord Anub'arak slowly emerged.
He had waited a long time for this perfect opportunity to completely deprive Magok of the ability to fight or flee.