"How can I, a failed king, failed father, and failed commander, have any right to be proud?"

The admiral said hoarsely:

"You remind me of the good things in the past, but it only makes me feel my current downfall. Thank you, evil spirit, for ringing this alarm bell for me.

Let me clearly see how far I am from getting what I want back, and maybe I should be more humble."

"???"

Ao Zhisha's mood was very complicated at this time.

If it could talk, it would definitely be cursing. What's wrong with everyone in the Proudmoore family? Do they all have psychological problems? Would it be a good idea to see a psychiatrist?

I asked you to stir up your pride, and you told me that you learned humility from the influence of my evil spirit?

Your mentality is too twisted!

Did being defeated by your own son throw away all the pride in your life?

Dad Dai Lin, your evil eldest son who eats evil spirits alive is not as outrageous as you!

But seeing that Dai Lin had inspired the power of Titan's creation and began to seal his mind, Aozhisha, who had to race against time, knew that he could not waste time.

Grom Hellscream is its last chance!

It gathered its last evil energy and poured it into the mind of the orc chief, shaking Hellscream's memories.

It was almost a bloody world.

There are defeats and massacres in every memory, every deed is dripping with blood, and there is no virtue in the heart wrapped in cruelty. This is a roaring killing beast, a man who only fights.

A living madman.

Ao Zhisha feels that this time he is absolutely stable.

Such a soul is the most thirsty for power!

He is the first orc chief to take the lead in drinking the blood of demons. He has already sold his soul for power. Everything will be easy if you have the first time and the second time.

It only needs a slight temptation to...

"puff"

Grom, who was holding the Blood Roar, grabbed the blue Sha energy coming towards him and crushed it into pieces with his fingers clasped tightly. Of course, this action could not harm the disembodied Sha of Pride.

But it represents the attitude of the orc chief.

His big, cruel face was filled with disgust for the power that came to his door.

"Go away! The power that comes to your door doesn't look serious. Although I don't care about drinking demon blood, it doesn't mean that I am willing to be fooled again.

Don't interrupt my fight!"

The war chief slashed left and right with the blood roar, and he cursed:

"Dai Lin! Don't run away! Last time I asked you to seize the opportunity and use despicable methods to win, but this time it won't be so easy. Come on!"

Under the stunned gaze of Ao Zhisha, Hellscream ignored it and rushed towards Dai Lin with his axe. The two warriors fought in an instant.

The surge of anger unleashed great destructive power, causing the entire cave to shake.

What is "unorthodox power"?

Being left alone, Ao Zhisha felt humiliated!

It howled and pounced on Grom Hellscream, trying to root its arrogance completely into Hellscream's cruel heart in a last-ditch effort.

This bastard once led a crazy mob to cleanse a world with war, and as the first warrior of Draenor, he should have a lot of arrogance in his heart.

However, when the Sha of Pride poured into Hellscream's mind, no matter how hard it tried, it was completely unable to make Grom understand the evil power of Pride.

This orc's mind was even calmer than Blake's when receiving the impact of arrogance.

Not only was he calm, but under the wash of arrogance, Grom even had a completely opposite emotion in his heart.

Is he feeling guilty?

How can such a murderer who goes around shouting and killing feel guilty?

He was not proud at all of the cruel things he had done in the past. In the desperate whimpering of the Proud Sha, it found that it had sent itself into a desperate situation.

Cruelty is just a disguise for guilt, and endless fighting is just a means to seek relief. He is suffering from the torture of those bloody pasts all the time.

This is a tired soul riddled with holes, and he is the least likely person to be captured by pride. He has spent the first half of his life in the madness of being dominated, and will no longer have the passion for destruction in the rest of his life.

He was once a knife cutting into his own world.

Now he is still sharp, but he is no longer controlled by the darkness.

The last bit of the despairing Sha of Pride is exhausted in this soul that has no chance of taking root, like a flame that is gradually extinguished.

It knows.
Chapter completed!