If you can contact Draenor, more orcs will be able to come to this world, and ......"

Grom said angrily. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Zuhd and Tyrone Bloodseeker were silent.

They all knew that what Grom said was true, but Gul'dan had left them on a previous voyage and did not know where he had gone.

Maybe now Gul'dan has drowned in the endless sea, maybe not. But who knows where to find him?

Just then, a warrior from the Warsong Clan hurried in and looked at Grom in a panic.

"Chief......!"

The warrior of the Warsong Clan said loudly.

"Calm down, you idiot!"

Grom was upset with his men's panic, and he yelled at him.

The warrior of the Warsong Clan was stunned for a moment, and it seemed difficult to understand Grom's words.

"Guldan, Gul'dan has appeared!"

The orc warrior of the Warsong Clan said loudly - how could he calm down when such a thing happened?

"What did you say?

Grom couldn't believe his ears, and despite knowing that his people couldn't dare to deceive him, he rose from his seat in surprise.

"That's right, Gul'dan, and the two-headed ogre with him! They suddenly appeared outside the fortress, and they said ......"

The orc warrior replied inarticulately.

"Say what?"

It's not just Grom who is nervous, Zuhd is also skeptical - what the hell is going on?

"Gul'dan said he wanted to see you, chief. ”

The orc of the Warsong Clan ignored Zuhd and roared to Grom Hell.

"How is this possible? Are you sure it's Gul'dan?"

Grom asked, surprised.

The orcs present knew that Gul'dan had escaped while they had crossed west to Kalimdor, and did not know what kind of conspiracy they were playing.

But now, he dares to come back? Could it be that he still thinks this is his tribe?

"Let him in!"

Grom did it again, clenching the "blood roar" in his hand.

"Guldanta......"

Tyrone Bloodfiend hesitated.

The leader of the Death Knight was sensitive to his identity, and he would not have mentioned Gul'dan easily, but what happened this time was too strange.

"See what he has to say, and then cut off his head and hang it on my flagpole!"

Grom said angrily.

"If I were you, I would have done it later. ”

Gul'dan's voice came in, and he seemed to hear Grom's words.

"Gul'dan?!"

Zuhed exclaimed.

The orc warlock, with a necklace made of skulls around his neck, and his two-headed ogre sidekick, suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Give me a reason not to cut off your head, Gul'dan. ”

Grom said angrily.

"Why did you cut off my head, Grom, I guess I didn't do anything to make you angry, did I?"

Gul'dan had a strange smile on his face, and his eyes glowing red were even more creepy.

"You deceived us by putting us on board a sea ship and then disappeared on your own. ”

Tyrone Bloodfiend said angrily.

"At least your ship didn't capsize, did I? and didn't I come back now?"

Gul'dan spread his hands and said.

"What the hell are you going to do?"

Zuhd was more interested in Guldan's ideas than whether Gul'dan's actions were right or wrong.

"I went to the middle of the sea and met the great Lord. ”

Gul'dan said.

"What is that?"

Grom raised an eyebrow, he was interested in the fresh word.

"That's my master. I was in big trouble there, but the Great Lord gave me a new assignment. ”

Gul'dan replied with a respectful expression - of course, this respect was not directed at Grom.

"Looks like you've found a new master...... So, what are you going to do when you come back? Just want to give me your head?"

Grom lifted the "blood roar" in his hand, and he and his weapon couldn't wait to feel the filthy blood of this orc warlock.

"The Great Lord wants me to help the orcs and reclaim this world. ”

Gul'dan replied.

"Really?"

Zuhed's eyes lit up and he hurriedly asked.

Also a warlock, Zuhd knew Gul'dan.

This guy has never revered anything but strength.

And this also means that this "great lord" who makes Gul'dan respectful must have an incomparably powerful power - the power that can free the remnants of the orcs from their current predicament.

"Orcs don't need other help, orcs are on their own, and we will never be slaves. So pray that your great Lord will be great enough to take your broken body back!"

Grom shrugged off Gul'dan's words, and he was still going to kill the abominable warlock.

"I believe that the Great Lord can do this...... But if you're going to kill me, Grom, why don't you wait until I open the portal to the world of Draenor before killing me?"

Gul'dan was not surprised, and replied calmly.

"Can you do this?"

Grom's hand holding the handle of the "Bloody Roar" axe froze, and what Gul'dan brought up was exactly what Grom wanted to do but couldn't.

"Under the watchful eye of the Great Lord, this is only a matter of lightness. ”

Gul'dan nodded and said.

"Very well, then I'll give you a month. ”

Grom replied simply.

"That can't be, at least a few years. ”

Gul'dan shook his head and said.

"How many years? Are you kidding?"

Grom's eyes widened - sure enough, it would be better to chop this abominable warlock over now!

"You know how it works. To open the Dark Gate, we must rebuild one here, as we did in the world of Draenor. ”

Rather than being afraid of Grom's threat, Gul'dan explained in a serious manner.

He's right. ”

Tyrone Bloodfiend wasn't on Gul'dan's side, but he didn't want to miss the chance for the tribe to turn around.

With the defeat of less than 10,000 remnants, the tribe's situation will only deteriorate.

But if the portal to Draenor is opened. An endless army of orcs will return to this world, and when they sweep through this continent, they can also travel back east to seek revenge on the humans on another continent.

"How do I know you're not lying to me?"

Grom looked at Gul'dan and asked, Tyrone Bloodfiend's words shaking the chief of the Warsong Clan.

"You don't know, Grom, you can only choose to believe. Otherwise, you and your tribe will only grow old and die, and go to annihilation. ”

There was a smile on Gul'dan's lips, a smile that had a strong hint of mockery in Grom's eyes, but he was attracted to another point in Gul'dan's words.

"My tribe?"

Grom asked rhetorically, with a frown.

"That's right, Grom, just like Blackhan and Orgrim, the current tribe is yours, and you are the great chief of the tribe. ”

Gul'dan replied.

"I'm not interested in anything like that, but Gul'dan. I'm giving you a chance to prove that you're an orc. ”

Grom made his own decision.

"Good, I'm honored to hear you made the right decision, Grom. ”

Gul'dan replied with a slight bow.

"I don't need you to judge me right or wrong!"

Grom snarled discontentedly.

"So, what do you need, Gul'dan?"

It was Zuhd who asked this.

"Everything, Zuhd. Everything you can do. ”

Gul'dan smiled meaningfully and replied.

"Everything?"

Grom asked, frowning, he didn't like the specious answer.

"That's right, everything. All orcs, including the Death Knights, they all have to work for me. They must abandon the fortress they are currently building and devote all their supplies and manpower to the construction of the Dark Gate