Things had gotten to this point, and Orgrim was already a little exhausted. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info he asked himself that this orc chief was quite competent, but the war was not as smooth as he thought at the beginning.

After killing Blackhan and taking command of the Orc Expeditionary Force, Orgrim united the Troll Empire, found many allies among the humans, and enslaved the Red Dragon Queen with the help of a mysterious man known as Deathwing.

However, aside from the capture of Stormwind, Orgrim's orc army had no record - the siege of Dammod Fortress failed, and the siege of Ironforge failed......

Orgrim had done his best, even the trivial customs of dwarves and humans had been applied to warfare, but most of the orcs were still too stupid, and the only wise Gul'dan among them could not be trusted.

Ogrim himself had no perfect idea of what would happen after landing on the Lordaren subcontinent, and the resistance of humanity was more tenacious than he imagined.

Although Tyrone Bloodseeker and his Death Knights can build a frosty path for the orc army to the back of Riptide Castle if nothing else, and this sea area is also not garrisoned by human troops due to the existence of underwater reefs, Orgrim still has little confidence in the battle after landing.

"Squeak squeak......" Ogrim, who was thinking, suddenly heard a small murmur beside him, Ogrim frowned and looked at Zujin who was half-squatting on the ground, suddenly his eyes widened, and a strong urge to gagged from his stomach rushed to his throat.

The three fingers on Zu Jin's right hand were grabbing the freshman's left arm, which had just been cut off by himself, and he shoved the end of the palm into his mouth, squeaking and chewing!

"You...... You ...... "It's not like Ogrim hasn't seen savage scenes, Ogre has seen the scene of ogres smashing the heads of enemies and sucking brains, but ...... Whether it's Draenor or Azeroth, how can anyone in this world eat their own flesh?

"Oh?" said Zukin's intact left eye slanted at Orgrim, a muffled sound coming out of his mouth. Then, the emperor of the Troll Empire let go of his mouth, pulled out his left arm, which had been completely gnawed clean and had no bones left, and grinned at Orgrim.

The smile was so hideous in Orgrim's eyes that Zugin's fangs were stained with specks of his own blood. "Tastes good, would you like some?" said Zukin, generously wanting to share his arm with his allies.

"No...... No ......" Orgrim resisted the urge to guse, and refused Zugin's request - he had always thought that ogres were already the dirtiest and filthy creatures, but he didn't expect that these seemingly civilized trolls were even more savage than ogres, and he really didn't know how they ruled the world in the first place.

Zujin put his arm back into his mouth and said indistinctly as he chewed on his arm bones, "It tastes good...... It's just a little sour...... It tastes better with moss...... But the best food is the elves...... Hey...... Crunch ......"

Rao was so tired of seeing the bloody rain on the battlefield that he couldn't bear to spend with the troll emperor anymore, so he made an excuse and hurriedly left the wetland.

It's so barbaric...... Too no...... It's human!—Ogrim thought to himself. From Zukin's words, he suddenly thought of a possibility - it tasted better with moss?

Orgrim knew that the green "skin" on the forest trolls was not their true colors, but a layer of moss and spores that had been living in the forest for a long time.

So...... What did Zujin mean by that......? Have you eaten your companion's meat before you say, "It tastes better with moss?" and elves......

Orgrim could already imagine a horde of trolls around the bonfire, dancing oddly and tediously, scorching their kind and the High Elves of Quel'Salas over the bonfire, in the light of the twin moons......

And their emperor, Zujin, sat in the midst of them, looking at the trolls and high elves who were wailing on the fire, unabashedly voracious appetite and ...... Slobber......

For the first time, Orgrim hated the richness of his imagination, and at the same time, he missed his old friend Durotan immensely, for he suddenly found that around him were orcs, ogres, and trolls......

As ridiculous as it may seem, how much Orgrim wishes for a companion with humanity who can communicate with him normally!

"Revered Hammer of Doom. A respectful voice rang out at Orgrim's side, and he looked intently to see that it was the chief of the Bloodcave Clan, Kilrog Deatheye.

His black beard was neatly groomed and hung down under Kilrog's chin, and his hair was tied in a bunch and stood on his head, and from a distance it looked like a goblet.

"What's the matter, Kilrog. Orgrim put all distractions behind him and returned to his role as the Great Chief of the Orc Alliance.

"Tyrone Bloodfiend wants me to inform you that the Frost Path has successfully extended on the Narrow Sea, and I hope you can guide you as to where this Frost Path should lead. "Kilrog was a one-eyed eyer, his left eye covered by a black blindfold, and his exposed right eye burst with a red glow of excitement.

"Bloodfiend, why didn't he come by himself?" Orgrim asked casually as he walked towards the sea.

Kilrog Deatheye hurriedly followed Orgrim's pace and explained, "As you ordered, Tyrone Bloodseeker is at sea, and he is afraid that if he moves, the Frost Path will be washed away by the sea, so he can't come and inform you in person. ”

Orgrim nodded, and said, "So...... Go and inform our army now, it's time to land in Lordaeron!"

"Honorable Hammer of Doom," Kilrog replied respectfully, ...... not turning to carry out Orgrim's order, "after Tyrone informed me of this, I have called my people to inform the army to assemble. ”

"Oh?" Ogrim slammed at his feet - Kilrog had already given orders for himself in advance, and Ogrim had cared a lot about the authority of his big chieftain, and could even be said to be a dictator, but at this moment, he suddenly became interested in Kilrog beside him.

Orgrim continued to walk briskly forward, not looking back, but said in a meaningful tone, "You did a good job, Kilrog, and next, I would like to hear what you think of the battle plan after the landing......"