Deathwing ......

"Lord Deathwing." Deathwing in human form smiled, but there was no hint of joking, and from the tone of his voice, Grom could tell that the black dragon clearly didn't take them seriously. "Watch your manners, orcs?"

The red light in Grom Hell's roar's eyes flickered, and the hand holding the bloody roar began to retract, squeaking between the bones.

"Of course, Deathwing—my lord, I agree." Grom gently swung the axe in his hand, staring at Deathwing's still smiling face, "Neozu told us that everything is up to you. ”

"Good." Deathwing nodded, he knew very well that the orc in front of him was different, and his body was full of recklessness and rage, and the disobedience and murderous aura in Grom's eyes did not escape the eyes of the Black Dragon King at all, but, so what, the stronger orc was still a mortal, and in the eyes of the Black Dragon King, he could be pinched to death like an ant at any time, except for ......

"That's Dalaran," Deathwing said, standing on the snowy slopes of a city-state with countless purple spires by the edge of a huge lake, "what you're looking for is inside, inside the largest purple castle - orcs, in ten days, my minions will meet you at the appointed place, if you can't get ready to get there......"

Without waiting for Grom to answer, Deathwing's figure was blown away by the wind like a puff of smoke.

"Hmph-" Grom snorted heavily, Dalaran is the city of the most powerful magicians in the human race, and if it were to attack head-on, I am afraid that even with the bravery of the orcs, it would not be able to capture the city quickly.

But Grom still has plenty of confidence to raid the city and snatch what Neozu needs.

Grom's brow furrowed at the thought of Naozu.

The shaman who has been engraved in his heart since he was a child. The strong, stern, and intelligent orc, the one who united the scattered clans into one powerful force. He refused to drink the berserk blood from the Holy Grail, willingly being ostracized by Gul'dan, and then hid like a groundhog all the time. And now, he actually sent someone to contact him. They said they had found a way to open the door to another world, they didn't have to wallow in the quagmire of Azeroth, there were more and better worlds waiting for them to conquer.

Once, like Grom, many orcs waited for the old shaman's guidance, but he never appeared. Grom was disappointed in him, and even Gul'dan wanted to keep him in Draenor but he firmly disagreed, and desperately tried to get Gul'dan to submit, he just didn't want to stay in that desperate and sad world.

He shook his head and threw out these bad memories. Since he chose to believe that Nao Zu was still the wise and great shaman, he only had to do what he told him to do.

Grom turned to look at an equally strong orc beside him.

"Kargas, do you think we'll need a few days to take that city?"

"How many days?!" Kargas sneered and raised the blade embedded in his left arm, "Grom, have you been emboldened to come into this world?" Even if those so-called human mages were as sinister as the warlocks, they wouldn't be able to stop my valiant soldiers for half a day. Grom, do we want to find our target first? ”

Kargas was once a gladiator in the Draenor Ogre Arena. In the bloody arena. Kargas had to endure all kinds of torture every day, and he had to fight people non-stop. It pushed his spirit to the limit.

Finally, one day, Kargas lost his last hope, and in order to escape from the chains in which he was imprisoned, he cut off his own chained hand with his own blade, and his fellow inmates followed suit. After escaping the ogre's arena, they formed the Broken Hand Clan.

And Kargas, who was once a slave, became the chief of the clan. He took the blade on his severed hand. Nowadays people call him Kargas Blade Fist.

Kargas - He is a pure war machine, and his name exists only for fighting and killing.

When Neozu told him that he needed Kargath to help him come into this world and seize something, Kargas agreed without much thought, and he would 'enjoy' him in the Hellfire Fortress compared to Gul'dan's arrangement. But he prefers to stay on the battlefield and kill - that's what he really enjoys.

"Calgas, underestimating them will be too much for you to afford." Grom's blood-red eyes stared at the chief of the Broken Hand Clan, and he remembered the human who had beaten himself around like a sandbag on the Saldo Bridge. This human is almost like a Golon, no, I should say even more powerful than Golon, that damn human can fly.

Grom will always remember that face, the face that shattered and humiliated his pride, and he vows that the next time he meets that human, he must regain his own glory and dignity with his own hands.

"Heh, let's wait and see." Kargas knew that Grom was a proud man and that no one had ever been able to make him truly submit, and he had heard of Grom being beaten defenseless by a human warrior, but he just laughed it off.

Just kidding, he has killed a lot of humans with his own hands, even those so-called knights of humans can't escape the fate of being killed by him, Grom is a stronger warrior than himself, which the equally proud Kargas has to admit. And a human can make the mighty Grom have no resistance, and the orcs will be defeated sooner.

Kars's face suddenly showed a cruel and ferocious expression.

"Without further ado, my broadsword is hungry and thirsty—" he raised his bladed left hand, "Blood and glory await us, warriors of the Broken Hand Clan, it's time to show your bravery, and in the name of the Broken Hand—move forward!! ”

"Kill! Kill! Kill! ”

The Endless Sea, the Broken Island.

"This is what you call the Broken Isle?" Kilrog's only remaining eye looked unusually eerie, "A broken island with countless demons and strange creatures!" Gul'dan is the Broken Isle that died here! ”

His tone grew harsh, making the orcs in front of him even more terrified.

"I'm sure, Lord Deadeye!" Despite their horror, the orcs were boldly convinced that the place they had found was not wrong. "Those monsters - monsters with many tentacles and joints, and a lot of teeth, they attacked us, it was Gul'dan who released them, ironically they didn't even let Gul'dan go, I found Gul'dan in a corner, he had been gnawed by those monsters to the bone, but his head still exuded strong energy, which is a rare treasure for us warlocks, so I brought it back......"

The more the orc warlock spoke, the smoother he became, and he seemed to have forgotten that his life was still in the hands of the one-eyed leader who was still in the hands of the eye, and he was full of greed and resentment, staring fiercely at the other tall orc. Gul'dan's head hung like an ornament on his body.

Halkan: Skullsplitter. The Warlock knew that he was the chief of the Chewing Bone Clan, and the brutal bastard had his eye on Gul'dan's head, and if it weren't for Kilrog's need to find the island, he would have died at the hands of Halkan's axe.

"I hope you haven't deceived me, Warlock—or I'll guarantee that you'll be 10,000 times worse than Gul'dan."

Kirrog Deatheye looked at the lucky warlock, and if this was the island that Gul'dan had found last, then it must be on this for Naozu.

"Let's go and search this island!" Kilrog gave the order, "Cheer me up, be careful—"

Halkanmo gripped Guldan's head, the corners of his mouth grinning in an eerie smile.

Guldan, ah, what kind of power is it that makes you even betray the tribe...... (To be continued.) )