"The war will end this year, my Great Chief, the invincible Hammer of Destruction, and victory will belong to the orc tribe."

Gul'dan knelt respectfully in front of Orgrim.

"So, warlock, what good news have you brought for me, for the orcs, for the tribe. Don't rush, don't panic, think slowly, I'll give you plenty of time. Then, you'd better think of a better reason, a reason for me to selectively forget what you did in the Burning Plains. ”

Orgrim lifted the hammer of destruction, which was leaning against the chair, between his legs, his hands folded on the handle.

"Honorable Great Chief, for the sake of victory, sacrifice is inevitable, necessary, and necessary. In the same way, in order to win, it is also natural to borrow the power of demons. ”

The skin on Guldan's face was visibly wrinkled by the smile, like the scales of a snake or a dragon.

"Oh, what a catch, say it and see, see if it's worth wasting two thousand slaves, if it's worth seven hundred of your countrymen dying outside the battlefield for your willfulness, and if it's worth catching the Overseers we have placed in the Burning Plains."

Orgrim's tone grew softer, but his grip on the Hammer of Doom grew stronger.

"First of all, my Great Chief, although I know you never really trusted me, I must make a case for myself."

Gul'dan stood up slowly.

"Jerry Isa. The death of the High Overseer of Deathclaw was a deliberate murder by the dwarves, not through my fault. Then, I brought a whole new power to the Horde, unmatched enough to destroy the Alliance's fragile defenses. ”

"So. What is it. ”

Orgrim also stood up, and the Hammer of Doom was held in the right hand of the Horde Grand Chief, and then walked towards Gul'dan step by step.

"A burning flame, a living demonic fire."

Gul'dan took a wooden cylinder from his waist and handed it to Orgrim.

"Hell, it smells worse than the original blessed blood. What the hell is this? ”

As soon as Orgrim pulled out the plug, the pungent smell hit his face. The liquid emitting evil radiation made the Great Chief uncomfortable, so Orgrim stuffed the cylinder again.

"Demon blood."

"Say something I can understand, Warlock, and don't play with your shady knowledge."

Orgrim returned the cylinder to Gul'dan, then turned back to his seat and put the Hammer of Doom back in his side.

"Great Chief, didn't you notice? Those guys in the Union are adapting to the war, and they're getting harder and harder to deal with. Although the warriors of the tribe are still winning. We kept winning, but for a whole year, we were comfortable with all kinds of victories in the place called Hillbride by the league. ”

After Gul'dan finished speaking, Sensen laughed.

"Are you accusing me and laughing at me, Gul'dan?"

Orgrim's eyes narrowed, and after a moment he was back in his original attire, and the Great Chief decided to forgive the warlock for his offense.

"Nope. Great Orgrim, I just reminded you. The Horde needs new weapons, weapons that can decide the outcome of the battle, weapons that can destroy the Alliance's resolve to resist, as we did in Shattrath. ”

Gul'dan opened his arms and spoke impassionedly.

"You mean we pour demon blood into their drinking water? I don't think humans drink green,-tasting water. ”

Orgrim didn't spare any opportunity to fill the devil's blood with the terrible smell.

"Nope. Demon blood will be the source of power for the orcs, the source of all power. Stronger orc soldiers, stronger death knights, and, stronger warlocks. and enslaved demons. ”

Gul'dan carefully worded, observing Orgrim's expression.

"Well, Gul'dan, you have a month to prove that your life is worthwhile. In a month, humanity will start farming, and a new round of battles will begin. Don't think that your empty rhetoric convinces me that your life is still yours for the time being, only temporarily. ”

Orgrim dotted his fingernails on his sturdy wooden off-hand, and the rhythm happened to be Gul'dan's heartbeat rate, which made Gul'dan feel uncomfortable, with the illusion that his life was not under his control.

"Great Hammer of Doom, thank you for your tolerance and kindness, and in a month, you will get satisfactory results, I promise."

Gul'dan replied more and more respectfully.

"So, go and finish your work, your time is running out."

"Okay, no problem."

After leaving Orgrim's tent, Gul'dan returned to his tribal quarters, rested for a while, studied the forbidden knowledge of Kazak's bounty, and copied a portion of the forbidden tome for the training of new warlocks, and then left behind an apparition that teleported to a hidden cave with a spell.

"You're late, Gul'dan."

Light the torch, Red. The Black Hand sat in the depths of the dimly lit cavern, quietly waiting for Gul'dan.

"Because I thought you needed more time."

"So you're wrong, Orgrim trusts me more because I'm more like a dog than you do."

"But from your tone, from your eyes, from the sound of your heartbeat, oh, it's not you who are the Overseers of the Burning Plains, so you came so soon."

Gul'dan's tone was mocking.

"Shut up, filthy warlock, do you want to fight me here? What a great place. ”

Reed. Anger appeared on the Black Hand's face.

"Future Great Chief, is that how you treat your loyal supporters?"

Gul'dan's tone was still full of ridicule, but his expression was serious.

"Gul'dan, I don't hate Orgrim, my father lost in a glorious duel, and Orgrim won with dignity. I opposed him only because he couldn't lead the tribe and lead the orcs to victory, and even because of Orgrim's claims of fairness, the Blackstone clan suffered heavy casualties. I, only me, son of the Black Hand, Red. The black hand is the one who is really capable of leading the tribe. ”

Reed. The Black Hand did not realize that his mind had been disturbed by Gul'dan, and inadvertently, the young Black Hand said his true thoughts.

It turns out that his own method of inducement is wrong, and this orc is obsessed with a position of power rather than hatred.

"Yes, let's see what Orgrim did when he became the Great Chief? Every day, the orc warriors are engaged in senseless bloodshed on the battlefield, and those humans are like maggots on carrion, while our noble orcs are bleeding because of maggots. ”

Gul'dan said in a voice that contained enchanting magic.

"But Orgrim let that bastard from the Wildstone Clan serve as an Overseer in the Burning Plains."

Reed. The black hand suddenly looked a little deflated.

"So, what can I do for you, my friend."

Gul'dan asked in a gentle, scalp-tingling voice.

In just a few words, Guldan's voice and tone changed repeatedly and naturally, making people wonder if the warlocks (voice actors) of the tribe were all monsters.

"Kill that crumb."

Reed. The black hand said through gritted teeth.

"Oh, Orgrim has more than ten Juggernauts around him at any time to protect him, do you want me to send him to death?"

Gul'dan exclaimed with an exaggerated expression.

"You know who I'm talking about! You've already taken out one of the Overseers of the Burning Plains anyway, and you don't care about taking another one. ”

Reed. The Black Hand didn't call Gul'dan for his sneering jokes.

"Of course satisfied with the problem, my friend. But ......"

Gul'dan lengthened his tone.

"You'll get what you want."

Reed. After saying this, the black hand extinguished the torch in his hand, and disappeared into the darkness of the cave.

"Hehe, hahahahaha, ahahahahahaha, idiots who are addicted to boring political struggles, don't you know that only power can bring real power? Fight, grab, and wait for death, the world will eventually burn, and only the legion is eternal. ”

Walk away from Red. The Black Hand didn't hear Guldan's wanton laughter, but he made up his mind in his heart.

"Gul'dan, I won't make the same mistake as Orgrim, and when I become the Great Chief, the first thing I will do is to put you to death. But until then, use it for me. (To be continued......)