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The sulphur-smelling demonic blood covered the throne of Kil'Gardan, and the sparks from the explosion of the steel bomb were still flying on the throne, and Gul'dan collapsed to the ground, his face showing endless confusion and pain, and he gasped for breath, all of which he could not have imagined.

As he thought, a brown hand strewn the marks of battle and grabbed his shoulders and pushed him to his feet.

"This shouldn't be the fate of the orcs!"

Gul'dan was horrified by the presence of the man who came, and he tried to explain that he had never seen an orc so powerful, more powerful than Grom Hell's Roar.

Slowly taking off the leather cloak, the orc's face also appeared in front of Gul'dan, the delicate chieftain pattern carved on the orc's chin, and the eyebrows and eyes were nine points similar to Grom Hell's roar, who was he? Gul'dan was filled with doubts.

"Times have changed! Gul'dan. ”

The powerful orc pushed Gul'dan aside, and he picked up the blood roar from the head of the Abyss Lord that had fallen beside Gul'dan and handed it to the Hellroaring Chief.

"Woooooo

Just as the Hellroar Chief took the roar of blood, a vast horn sounded from beneath Kil'Gardan's throne, and Gul'dan knew it was the horn of the Broken Hand clan belonging to Kargas Blade Fist.

"Boom!"

Accompanied by the sound of the vast horn, the war drums that soared to the sky also resounded in the area of the Kil'Gardan throne, which belonged to the blood cave clan, and only the blood cave clan dared to use Golon's skin as a drum in the entire Draenor, you know, except for Golon, the skin of other animals could not knock out the earth-shattering sound.

The Broken Hand Clan, the Blood Cave Clan, after them, the major clans all made their own voices.

At this moment, Gul'dan finally understood that everything tonight was expected by these orc patriarchs, and now the sound of war drums and trumpets was the sound of celebration.

"Everything is counted? How is this possible? ”

Leaning over, Guldan's face was pale at the moment, and cold sweat broke out slightly on the tip of his nose and forehead, and he looked stunned and muttered to himself in despair.

However, whether he believed it or not, at this moment, the two sides of the throne of Kilgardan were already full of orcs from major clans, and these orcs were all watching the path under the throne.

"We are orcs, pure orcs, and our honor will stand tall, for the sake of the tribe!"

Silently but firmly walking to the throne and slowly standing still, the terrible orc chief suddenly spoke slowly.

"Just today, the demons of the Burning Legion tried to enslave us orcs, turning us into demons and bloodthirsty madmen, just now, we defeated the Abyss Lord, liberated Draenor, and just today, we have gained freedom, dignity, honor, and status! I am Garrosh Hellroar, Grand Chief of the Horde, and today a whole new Horde will be born here. ”

The eyes swept over the orcs present, the majesty and majesty brought by the high position made the atmosphere on the throne suddenly become more solemn and solemn, and few orcs who made contact with Garrosh could withstand this silent coercion, and most of them involuntarily buried their heads deeply when his gaze swept over.

Garrosh didn't just say this to these little minions, but at this moment, someone came to the mountain again.

"Kargas, Kilrog, Black Hand, Durotan, Naozu, welcome to the territory of the Horde, welcome to my tribe."

Previously, Garrosh had already talked to the orc chieftains, as long as they came to the throne of Kilgardan tonight, then this chief and his clan could join the tribe, if they didn't come tonight, then his clan would be wiped out by the tribe, and now, all the orc chieftains came here, and they didn't dare to refuse the invitation of Garrosh and Gromsh.

"Great Chief!"

The tribal chieftains bowed down to Garrosh.

In front of the wolf cavalry of the Steel and Warsong clans, the rest of the clans were powerless to resist, and if they refused Garrosh, they would end up with only a dead end, so there was no opposition on the throne at this moment.

"Great Chief!"

Gromsh Hell Roar, the leader of the Warsong Clan, also fell down on one knee, not knowing Garrosh's true identity. To be precise, Garrosh today is not Grom's heir, and in this world, Grom has no heirs.

"In the name of the Great Chief of the Tribe and the King of Draenor, I, Garrosh Hellroar, issue a war mobilization order to the Orc clans on behalf of the Horde!"

"I will lead you to a new world, a world called Azeroth, where we will have honor, freedom, home, and everything."

Slowly grasping Malones' head, Garrosh once again looked around the hall oppressively, and continued to declare in a murderous and unquestionable tone:

"All those who have bad intentions and refuse to join the tribe, kill! That's what rejection ends like! For the Horde! ”

With a wave of his arm, Garrosh showed the head of Malloros to the orc clansmen, and a powerful momentum diffused from Garrosh's body, making it almost impossible for the orcs to look directly: "From this moment on, you will all become a member of the tribe, and the Draenor orcs will all belong to the tribe, and there will be no clan difference!" ”

"I, Warsong Clan Chief, Gromsh Hellroar, would like to join the Horde! For the Horde! ”

As soon as Garrosh's words fell, the "old roar" on his side made his position clear.

A simple sentence suddenly made the orc chieftains present who were originally ready to move, and the guys with impure motives died down. Compared to this orc, who had only appeared in Draenor for a short time, Gromsh, the powerful orc chieftain, undoubtedly made them feel more jealous and fearful.

"The orcs will never be slaves, and we will be kings, and victory will belong to the tribe!"

Gromsh Hell roared and raised the blood roar in his hand, and at this moment, the orcs of the Warsong Clan realized and responded one after another, raising the battle axe in their hands, and the battle axe all over the mountains gave people an incomparable slaughter, which was also an undoubted power.

"The Broken Hand Clan is willing to join the Clan!"

"The Blood Cave Clan is willing to join the Clan!"

"The Frostwolf Clan is willing to join the Clan!"

“……”

For a moment, the voices of the chiefs on the throne of Kilgardan joined in. Having obtained the desired result, Garrosh finally gradually reined in his oppression and momentum, and nodded silently. In his opinion, there was no one left to stop him, and his tribe was bound to sweep through Azeroth.