When the first rays of the morning sun pierced through the vast swamps of the wetlands, driving the darkness out of the world, Gul'dan stepped out of his tent, and stood in the last shadow before dawn, looking out over the orc camp, and in the silence he once again smelled the smell of a little fishy smell - it was his favorite, the smell of blood. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Looks like Grom wasn't idle last night!) Gul'dan thought as he glanced up at the sun, which was advancing in this direction, and reached out to cover his hood - the sun, which he hated the most.

"Gul'dan, Grom and the Warsong Clan have killed all the orcs of the other clans!" Gul'dan came out of nowhere and appeared behind Gul'dan, wearing the same hood as Gul'dan, but his two heads were so strange that they only covered the back of his head.

"Hmm...... Did you do what I asked, did you make the soul stone?" Gul'dan nodded, then asked.

"Yes, Gul'dan. But this trick of yours is so powerful, I am worried that you don't have enough souls to use, and you can get Grom to provide us with so many souls. Now even if you go to that legendary place, you ......" The head on the right side of Gugar seems to be a little sleep-deprived, and his eyes are closed all the time, and the conversation with Guldan is done by the head on the left.

"Silence! Gugar, silence!" Gul'dan sternly stopped the ogre, "I don't want the other orcs, especially Grom and Zuhd, to know about that, you know, idiot!"

"Yes, yes......" The head to the right of Gugar replied in a hurry, frightened by Gul'dan's voice.

"Oh yes, Gul'dan, about Zuhd...... He and his Dragonthroat Clan, as well as the two Blackhan cubs, seem to be dissatisfied with your arrangement...... Do you want to ......" This time it was the head on the left side of Gugar who spoke, and as he spoke, he made a "cross-cutting" gesture with his hand under his own neck.

"Hey, bastard, use yourself to make a gesture! Why use me?" the head on the right side of Gugar felt dissatisfied, feeling that the head on the left had violated his territory.

"Shut up, idiot!" the head on the left of Gugar shouted, and then his right hand was raised and slammed into the head on the right.

"It hurts!" cried out both of Gugar's heads at the same time—although each had its own mind and could control its body, the pain seemed to be shared.

"How dare you hit me!" the head to the right of Gugar roared loudly, controlling his left hand to attack the left head.

Soon, Gugal's two heads and two hands were in a mess, and the two heads seemed to be inherently unaccustomed to each other, and both of them were ruthless, and the sound of "thump" and screams of pain were incessant.

Seeing Gugar in front of him concentrating on playing "two-handed fighting", Gul'dan didn't bother to bother with him anymore - although this subordinate was much smarter than the other ogres, he was still a fool in the end; of course, stupidity is good, at least he can trust him a little more.

As for Zuhd and the Dragonthroat Clan...... Gul'dan didn't have any thoughts about them for the time being, because, whatever Zuhd and his men thought, the power of this orc tribe might be able to be used by himself in the future, but that was only after he arrived at that place and seized the mysterious power there......

"Grom, you really ......" Zuhd roared in surprise as he looked at Grom Hell in front of him, the chief of the Warsong Clan with weapons almost as if they had been fished out of a pool of blood, and exuded a murderous aura all over his body.

I don't know if it's his own delusion, Zuhd even felt that the blood had dyed Grom's green skin reddish, and the small spikes found on Grom's body before gradually became more obvious, as if bone nails had grown on his skin.

"Really? Really killed that shit? Don't look surprised, Zuhd, I know you're watching while the warriors of our Warsong Clan are doing this—with those two Blackhan cubs. Grom spoke as unceremoniously as ever.

Zuhd was silent at first - Grom was right, he and his Dragonthroat Clan didn't do anything last night when the Warsong Clan suddenly attacked the orcs of the other ten clans in the orc camp, just watched quietly.

The Warsong Clan quickly wiped out the other orcs in the camp of orcs, and until now, the corpses of those orcs were still lying haphazardly in the camp, and the bright red blood stained the grass in the camp into reddish-brown mud.

"Grom, do you really think Gul'dan is right, and when the humans come to this camp and see that so many orcs are dead, won't they wonder who killed them?"

"Of course they're going to be confused, and I don't think the leader of the group of humans would believe that all the orcs died here. Grom slung the "blood roar" on his shoulders and said nonchalantly.

"Then you still ......" Zuhd did not understand why Grom slaughtered these people when he knew that Gul'dan was making up lies.

"Because I don't care at all, and I don't want them to follow me. Grom's blood-red eyes were full of mania, "With these guys with you, even if you go to the new continent, they will only become warriors who will hinder our Warsong Clan." So, instead of waiting until then, let's do it right now. As for you, Zuherd, and your Dragonmaw Clan, and those two Blackhan cubs, I hope you can restrain them. If you're a drag on our Warsong clan like these orcs, I don't mind repeating what just happened. ”

This...... What is this?, Gul'dan's eyes showed disbelief - what Grom was saying...... It's as if he slaughtered these orcs just on a whim?

"All right, Zuherd. I don't have time to be here with you to mourn this group of waste, and I'm going to go to Gul'dan now and ask him when the goblin ships will be able to get here. Grom left with his "blood roar" on his shoulder, and Zuhd watched as an orc corpse stood in front of Grom, who then unceremoniously stepped into the wet muddy lawn.

Is this the present tribe?—a sad sentiment arose in Zuhd's heart—how far could such a tribe, ruled by the murderous Grom and the ulterior motives of Gul'dan, advance on that strange road?