Tyrone Bloodfiend and other members of the Shadow Council, after being attacked by Orgrim, were able to be re-summoned by Gul'dan and stuffed into human corpses to become death knights because warlocks had a special way of keeping their souls in the world of the living. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Gul'dan explained that each warlock would make a "soul stone", and when their body died, the soul could still attach to the soul stone, waiting for the opportunity to be resurrected.

However, Durotan was not a warlock, and he did not even have the talent to become a shaman. Orgrim did not think that Gul'dan had the guts to deceive himself in this matter in the face of his hammerhead, and he could only accept the fact that the orcs could not resurrect his old friend by their means.

Today, however, Zujin, the arrogant Emperor of the Troll Empire, has given Orgrim a glimmer of hope - these ancient creatures have mastered many strange sorcery and witchcraft, and maybe...... Maybe what Gul'dan can't do, Zujin can help himself?

"Resurrection of the dead, it's complicated, but it's not impossible......" Zujin quivered as he spoke, the two fangs that were as large as wild boars fluttered.

"But?" Ogrim's heart was snatched away by ecstasy, and at this moment, he even made up his mind - if he could really resurrect Durontan...... He would do whatever it takes, even to immediately postpone his landing plan.

However, the object of the resurrection must be the witch doctor. Zukin found Orgrim's question pointless—if a witch doctor felt that today was not the day the gods summoned him, he would choose to be resurrected, so why bother others to resurrect him?

Orgrim was silent - he hadn't had such a big mood swing since his father's death, and he had inherited the Hammer of Doom.

When Blackhan announced the formation of the Great Orc Tribe, when Gul'dan forced Durotan to attack the city of Delaney, when Gul'dan announced the exile of Durotan and his Frostwolf Clan, when he beheaded Blackhan......

"Let's think about the landing plan for that......" After a long time, Orgrim reopened his mouth, pointing to the somewhat hazy Lordaeron subcontinent in the night in the distance, and diverted from the topic just now.

"From here, go straight ahead, across this narrow sea, is the Gulf of Fadil, and further northwest, one of the capitals of the human kingdom, Fort Riptide, once the Frost Road is built, our army can land directly from here and capture Fort Riptide from behind. "Maybe he thinks that Zujin, who has been reborn with a broken arm, is qualified to participate in his plan, or maybe Orgrim has no intention of dwelling on such a thing, and the current high chief of the orcs has revealed his plan and disposition.

Zujin stroked his right eye—during the Battle of Silvermoon City, an arrow struck the Troll Emperor in the eye, and he immediately pulled it out and threw it back at the High Elf Ranger who had fired a cold arrow at him.

The arrow that was still wearing Zujin's eyeball went into the High Elf Ranger's throat, and Zujin lost an eye—an eyeball, to be exact.

However, the troll's vitality is tenacious enough, and Zujin's right eyeball is now half grown, but he has not fully regained his sight.

Orgrim didn't get a response from Zugin, and glanced at the emperor of the troll empire with some surprise, and suddenly thought of something ridiculous - this arrogant troll probably didn't care what his battle plan was, all he cared about was that he should respect him.

Zujin touched his half-blind right eye, and his left eye burst with an evil light, and he straightened his rickety body slightly, making him look much taller than the tallest orc, Orgrim.

"When are we going to attack Silvermoon City?" Zu Jin's tone was filled with excitement.

"Silvermoon City?" Orgrim frowned - according to the map provided by Aiden Pernord, Silvermoon City was further north of Lordaeron, and now, Orgrim hadn't even figured out how to pass through the walls of Soladin and enter the Hillsbrad Hills, and Zugin had already set his sights on Silvermoon City?

"Yes, Silvermoon City. That damn little girl......" Zujin gritted his teeth, the mane of his mouth and the long fangs trembled, and he seemed to see the little leader of the High Elf Ranger with blonde hair, looking at him arrogantly and spitting at him.

"Sylvanas......" Zujin uttered the name that he hated word by word, and every muscle in his body trembled with the thirst for blood.

"Sylvanas!" Zugin's intact left eye suddenly turned red, and he suddenly pulled out a short-handled hand axe from his waist, and in Orgrim's half-guarded, half-surprised gaze, a cold light flashed, and Zujin let out a deafening roar.

A shower of hot red blood splashed on Orgrim's chest and face, but he didn't bother to bother with it, because in front of him, Zukin had once again severed off his newly grown left arm.

The severed arm fell weakly on the swampy wetland by the sea, trembling slightly like a dead snake in the verdant grass.

Orgrim's gaze was on Zujin—the face of Zujin was distorted, and the muscles in his eyebrows and forehead were trembling.

Zujin gasped for breath, and the severed left shoulder once again flowed out large streams of blood, which soon soaked his purple shroud and dripped into the grass along the condensed strands.

Zugin's cry of pain had made Orgrim know that he wasn't a creature that couldn't feel pain, but why did he cut off his newborn arm?

Zujin slowly half-crouched down, pinned the short-handled hand axe he was holding in his right hand back to his waist, and then picked up his severed arm that had fallen into the grass.

"Why?" Orgrim finally couldn't help but speak, expressing the question in his heart.

"Sylvanas ......" Zugin's lips grinned in a cruel and evil smile, "The Emperor of the Troll Empire has never been insulted like this, and I will never let my left arm regain until I catch that damn High Elf girl." This ugly wound and mutilated body will forever remind Zu Jin that revenge is that only the blood of the enemy can restore the glory of the troll!"

The troll's body seemed to be a little different from the other creatures, the cut on Zugin's left shoulder recovered quickly, the blood gushing out of it had stopped automatically, and Orgrim could even see countless flesh buds joining together at the gap, forming a terrible scar.

Orgrim couldn't understand Zugin's behavior, and after thinking about it, he could only attribute it to ...... Stupidity. "Silvermoon City...... It's almost ...... It's almost ......" Orgrim sighed, shaking his head.