Stormwind!

A beautiful city that once belonged to the treasure of humanity is now groaning down with rough orcs.

Stormwind Fortress is now the Horde's military conference command center.

"So, everything Naozu wants has already arrived?"

Three artifacts were placed on clean cloth: a large, thick book with a red cover trimmed with brass and a drawing of the coat of arms of a flying crow.

A crystal about the size of a human head, with a star carved in the center and a deep purple rim.

There is also an elongated scepter, supported by silver and wood, and at its top is a glittering giant white gem.

Orgrim looked at the three things on the table indifferently, without the slightest fluctuating emotions because they were powerful artifacts, as if these three things were just ordinary things.

"Haha! Those humans are so vulnerable! Kargas raised his bladed hand, swiped it in the air a few times, and then stared at Orgrim with contempt, "You've been defeated by such a weak creature!" Orgrim, maybe you should have some Holy Blood! ”

"Holy Blood ?!!!" Orgrim glanced at Kargas disdainfully, "Let it control your mind and soul!" Kargas, the power has blinded you! ”

"Humph! I don't think so! "I think you should launch a counter-offensive and wipe humanity off this land with the might of our warriors, and this is ours." ”

"Once, I thought the same thing as you!" Orgrim sighed, but didn't want to continue on the topic, no matter what, he was the great chief of the tribe, and all the tribes should follow his orders.

"Now that you've done your job. Then protect these things and go back to Draenor! ”

"Of course, we will leave as soon as possible! Great Chief! Fenreth stepped forward and stopped Kargas, who was still arguing.

"But before I can do that, there's one more thing I need!"

"What's that?"

"It's—it!" Fenreth pointed to Halkan, the chief of the chewing bones.

Halkan seemed stunned, then came to his senses and looked down at Fenris's fingers. When he realized that Fenreth was referring to the skull that hung from his chest. He frowned.

"No! I can't give this to him. Halkan put one hand on the ornament, as if that would protect it. This is Gul'dan's head, and I'm not going to hand it over! It's my trophy. ”

"But you just snatched it from that warlock." Kilrog stared at the Bone Chieftain.

Halkan shrugged his shoulders disapprovingly and said, "It doesn't matter, the important thing is that when I see it, I know it belongs to me." And now, it's with me. He laughed and said, "I'm not going to give it up." I won't let it leave me. Not for Naozu, not for anyone. ”

"Really?!! A grim voice came, accompanied by the sound of the wind with a strong smell of blood, slashing towards the Bone Chewing Chief.

But Halkan was also an experienced and powerful warrior, and he had expected this outcome when Fenreth offered to claim Gul'dan's skull.

That's just normal, isn't it? You rob mine, I rob him - that's the rule of orcs now!

Halkan stepped to the side, slashing at him with an axe that swept through his shoulder. He turned. With that shockingly large fist, he struck the attacker in the face. Knocked it back a few steps.

"It's you—Grom Hellroar!" Halkan looked at Grom, his face full of mockery, "That's how you defeated your enemies by sneak attack!" ”

As if he had been struck on the head, Grom's eyes suddenly turned red.

"You're looking for death, Halkan!" Grom roared, and with his blood in his aloft roar, he rushed towards Chief Chew Bone again.

The Chewing Bone Clan, like the Warsong Clan, is known for their bravery and rage. But compared to the individual prowess of the Bone Chewing Clan, the Warsong Clan is clearly more united, and they know how to work together with their brothers to defeat enemies many times their size. In the eyes of Grom and Warsong Orcs, the Bone-Chewing Orcs are a bunch of reckless men.

Equally. The Bone Chewers were dissatisfied with the Battle Song Clan's reputation for bravery earlier than their own, and they also looked down on these guys who were like a pack of wild dogs and swarmed at the sight of their targets.

The roar of blood slashed into Halkan's stomach, but was blocked by Halkan's warhammer. Grom took the opportunity to kick at Halkan, who had no time to resist and was kicked in the abdomen by Grom, and his body involuntarily took a few steps back.

"Die!" Grom would not give his enemies a chance to breathe, and he chased after him with a bloody roar. Several small holes in the blade near the Bloodroar handle cut through the air, sending out a sharp whistling sound that spread throughout the hall.

"Damn it's you!" The Bone Chew Chief showed no signs of weakness, and the war sliced through the air and slammed into the blood roar. Grom slashed the Bloodroar halfway through the circle and slashed at Halkan again, and the latter's hammer struck the Bloodroar upwards from the bottom up, causing Grom to lose his balance with great force.

Harkan followed closely, and he slashed the hammer in a semicircle and slammed it into Grom's chest. If this one hits, I'm afraid Grom is not seriously injured and will not be much better.

Orgrim pinched the hammer of destruction at his waist, but the glory of the orcs made him let go, he believed that Grom would never want to see him interfere, and he believed that Grom would definitely be able to handle such a scene.

Grom didn't disappoint Orgrim, who was out of balance, roared angrily, and jumped up with the strength of his legs, and the blood roar struck again, and the axe slashed through the upper part of Halkan's right arm, slicing through his arm.

"Ahh - As soon as he hit the ground, Grom roared and rushed forward, and Halkan twisted hard to dodge the roar of blood, the blade of the axe grazing his nose and teeth, and he could see even the blood of his own left on the blade.

Halkan felt his cold hairs stand on end, but he still calmly swung the hammer out of his hand.

"Bang!"

The hammer and the roar of blood collided together, sparking countless sparks.

The two fought together in front of the Storm Throne again, and Halkan was completely desperate, he knew that if he didn't hand over Guldan's skull, he wouldn't be able to get out of this hall today.

Halkan's attack was fierce, the whistling sound of the hammer almost forming a happy one, and Grog seemed to dodge or block in embarrassment. But O'Grim, who was watching the game, knew that Grom would be the ultimate winner.

The Bone Chieftain's breathing grew heavier, and his attacks were more powerful, but also more uncontrollable. Grom could already see his opponent's eyes occasionally rolling up, and even a slight froth of the white froth on his lips.

It's time to settle this battle!

Grom dodged Halkan's attack again, took a deep breath, and slammed his head into the face. His jaw was unusually wide and he let out a deafening howl.

Halkan, who had been fighting for more than half an hour, staggered back, covered his ears, and knelt on the ground, blood gushing from his eyes and nose, and blood began to drip from his wide open mouth.

Grom didn't give him another chance to catch his breath, and while he was dazed, he walked over, and the hideous roar of blood cut a smooth arc, and Halkan's huge head fell to the ground, and a trail of blood was drunk along the way, and Grom's battle cry, which represented the war song, turned into a triumphant laugh.

Halkan's body, especially his arms, still swayed. The body suddenly stopped moving, as if listening to something with other senses, and fell straight forward to the ground. His body fell there, twitching slightly.

Grom smiled and kicked his body over. Guldan's hideous head still hung over Halkan's chest, and his two hollow eye sockets and toothless mouth mocked Grom as if in an eerie way.

"Wait!" Fenreth stopped Grom, who was reaching for Gul'dan's skull, and he pulled a thick cloth bag from his belt, ignoring Grom's doubts, and walked straight to Halkan's corpse, covering the skull with a thick cloth.

"Neozu had warned against any direct contact with the skull. Let's not take that risk! ”

Grom nodded, he didn't see a skull like life like Halkan.

"Now, everything is ready, and we'll leave early tomorrow morning!"

Orgrim nodded to Fenreth who was looking at him, "So, Grom......"

Grom nodded, then shook his head again, "Warsong will only echo on the battlefield, I will escort you to the Dark Gate, and then, I will come back here, our war with the Alliance is not over yet......"

Fenreth nodded at him, then looked at Kilrog and Kargas.

"Don't look at me, I don't want to go back now, I haven't killed enough yet!" Reluctance was written all over Kargas's scarred face, and he said what he wanted.

"Then I'll go with you! We need to prevent the obstruction of the alliance. "Kilrog was already old in the orc age, and even on the battlefield, he felt a little like his strength had been draining with age.

"Alright, I'll take some of the forces of the Blood Cave Clan and the Thunder King Clan, plus the people of the Chewing Bone Clan......" Fenreth glanced at Grom, who glared at him disdainfully, "That's enough!" ”

"Hmm......" Orgrim snorted in agreement, until now, he still didn't believe that Neozu could really open a portal to other worlds, but he knew that this was an orc's chance, a chance to get rid of being destroyed, even if it was only one in a hundred thousand.

"We'll leave early tomorrow morning!"

Fenreth put away the three artifacts, and with the other hand held Gul'dan's head, looking solemnly at Orgrim.

"Take care!" (To be continued.) )