"It's not honorable! It's not a fair duel at all, he's poisoned his weapons! Garmor shouted.

His accusations are extremely fatal to orcs who value honor.

One stone stirred up a thousand waves, except for the Kukaron guards loyal to Garrosh, the rest of the tribesmen, whether orcs, trolls, or minotaurs, had certain doubts, and several brave orc laborers who were not afraid of death secretly spat on Garrosh.

"I can save the chief! Let me in, I can save the chief! Gamor wanted to squeeze into the crowd, but he was only big and honest, and the Kukaron guards were firmly guarding the road, and he couldn't squeeze in.

At the critical moment, Woking, the troll chieftain, stepped forward, and he angrily scolded Gamor: "What tribe are you from? Don't you want to live anymore! How dare you disturb the sacred duel ritual? ”

That being said, as soon as he actually stood up, he opened a hole in the encirclement of the Kukaron guards.

Woking, the Shadowhunter, is a true legendary, he is older than Sal, and he is older than Kane. Bloodhoof is young, it is the time when he can fight the most, the Shadow Hunter is also very strong, he can fight in close combat, he can heal from a distance, and a few elite orc guards at most were pulled aside by him in an instant.

Gamor didn't think much of it, and rushed in from his side.

"Stop! How dare you ignore me! Woking seemed angry, and he stuck a Viper Guard into the ground, and several of the guards who tried to catch Gamore were knocked flying in reverse, and Gamore was shocked into the circle by the Viper Guard at a different angle.

It felt like he was in the clouds, and before he could figure out what was going on, he arrived at Kane. Beside the bloody hoof, at this time, a large amount of black blood flowed from the corners of the old chief's eyes, nostrils and mouth, his hands and feet twitched, and his breathing was even weaker to the extreme.

He is a legendary warrior, and his ability to resist poison is very high, but he is too old, and his body has deteriorated badly, and he has been delayed for a lot of time, and he is about to hang up at this time.

Gammor hurriedly took out the amulet Vanessa had given him, and saw a crystal green light shine on Kane. On the shoulders of the bloody hoof, a large amount of toxins were absorbed by the talisman, and the manufacturing process of the talisman was fine, but the material was too poor to effectively neutralize the toxins, and Gammor felt as if he was holding a piece of red-hot iron.

He didn't know how long it would last, Vanessa hadn't said anything, the hairs on his palms were scorched, but he was still gritting his teeth and persevering, hoping to play his only role.

"Kid, I should be able to hold on, thank you, thank you for saving my life." The Minotaur chieftain opened his eyes with some difficulty, and with the help of Gamor, he slowly stood up.

Still physically weak, he raised his spear and angrily rebuked Garrosh: "You have insulted your own honor! You've defiled Grom even more. The pride of hell's roar! You have made all the tribal warriors unable to hold their heads up because of today's despicable deeds! ”

"Garrosh! You are not worthy to lead the tribe! ”

Garrosh was also stunned, he felt that he had fallen into a trap, and he looked at the group of guards behind him, only a few of them could touch his tomahawk.

He didn't plead, let alone quibble, the poison was clearly on the axe, and there was no way to explain it.

Kane. Bloodhoof has always been a loyal elder in the tribe, and he never lies, and his complaint at this time indirectly proves Gamor's previous accusations, Garrosh. Hell roars in such a sacred duel, smearing poison on weapons.

"Father!" Young and impulsive Bane. Like an angry bull, Bloodhoof forced his way through the blockade of the Kukaron guards, armed with a war hammer, guarding Kane. Bloodhoof was at his side, staring at Garrosh deadly.

With his rage, more minotaurs joined the wave of denunciation, and the duel could no longer be carried out.

Vanessa secretly let out a silent smile, the troll chief Woking's eyes were as sharp as an eagle, he had long seen that Gamor's reaction was wrong, ordinary minotaurs couldn't take out that talisman, the talisman was made of very poor material, but the craftsmanship and techniques were not available in the tribe.

His gaze wandered around, and soon met Vanessa's.

Vanessa gestured to the outside of Orgrimmar and motioned for us to go out, and then she ran out of the city with a galloping stride.

Just three seconds after she revealed her figure, Woking also relied on some kind of rapid movement skill to get in front of her.

"I really didn't know Lordaeron and the Minotaur had such a close relationship? And what happened today is too much of a coincidence, could it be that your people instigated Garrosh to poison his weapons? ”

Woking exuded a gloomy aura all over his body, he said coldly.

Vanessa didn't carry this pot, she smiled and shook her head: "Of course not, how could Garrosh listen to us?" There is no need for this kind of temptation, the minotaurs are also a race that is friendly to nature, I just observed some fragments of the future in my dreams, you can see it, that talisman was just made by me, and I didn't prepare it in advance. ”

Woking quickly skipped the topic, it didn't matter who instigated it, what matters was that the pot was on Garrosh's head, and more importantly, the relationship between the orcs and the minotaurs.

"The Alliance wants to use this to divide the tribe." He is not a question, but a statement.

Vanessa neither admitted nor denied that she and Kane. The blood hooves are not familiar, and the boat is pushed down the river, and it is clear that it is to use this matter to split the tribe, which is not a very profound plan, and it can be seen by a person.

She also prepared a new narrative for this: "Thrall is a great leader, but he also has selfish intentions, he wants to keep the orcs in the lead, ignoring Chief Woking and Kane. Bloodhoof Chieftain. ”

Wokingpi didn't smile, and he asked curiously, "So what do you mean?" ......”

"I mean the tribe needs a calm, wise, and somewhat prestigious man to be the Grand Chief, and Garrosh is too young to be suitable, Kane. The Bloodhoof Chief is too old and unsuitable, and Chief Woking is the most suitable in my opinion. ”

"Haha——!" Woking couldn't help but laugh, he pointed at Vanessa, "And you said it wasn't to split the tribe?" ”

"I just don't want to see Sal's years of hard work come to naught, the alliance is now stronger than the Horde, plus I don't care about the barren land of Kalimdor, if the Horde is content with the status quo, it's a good thing for both parties."

Wojin flatly refused: "The tribe will not compromise, we will fight to the death." ”

Vanessa was not disappointed, as she had expected: "My promise is still valid, if one day Chief Woking is willing to unite with the minotaurs and those moderate orcs to rebuild the tribe, I will support you as the Great Chief." ”

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