Carl looked at the wailing orcs all over the ground, and a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. The defeat of the Horde was a foregone conclusion, but he had to completely destroy the pride and confidence of the orcs, and make them fear him from the bottom of their hearts, which did not guarantee that the orcs would not rebel against the alliance, and Carl felt that he was just doing what he wanted to do. As for whether the Horde will rise again, that's something that the old foxes of Terenus should be considering.

Therefore, for Kargas, who committed suicide, Carl's shot did not have the slightest force, and the power of more than 100 tons was enough for Kargas to drink a pot. Woo...... Karl would not bear to have any other purpose.

"Uh......h Wow......"

Kargas stood up from the moaning orc soldiers, his face as pale as white paper, and looked at Karl with horror and disbelief, his mouth wide open to say something, the violent churning in his chest made him weak, and before he could say anything, red blood spurted out.

Orgrim hurried to Cagas's side and helped Calgas as he was about to fall.

"He is the Alliance's god of war, Carl Sunset." The Grand Chief guiltily told Kargaskar who he was, "Me, Grom, Fenreth...... We were all defeated by him. ”

There was a hint of loss in Orgrim's tone, once upon a time, he had always thought that orcs were the most powerful race in the world, even if a race as strong as Goron was, after all, the number of races was too small, so if the orcs conquered the entire Draenor, they could easily conquer this world called Azeroth, until he met this human named Cal......

Looking at the helpless Kargas, Orgrim's mouth opened slightly, closed again, then opened and closed again......

Eventually, he gave up, knowing that Kargas was a proud man, and that glory and dignity were more important than his life, and the words that had come to his mouth to persuade him to give up were swallowed back in his stomach.

Orgrim's words shocked Kargas, and he used his injuries to experience the power of the human imp he despised, but he didn't expect that he was the one who rumored to beat the mighty Hell's Roar. It's ridiculous that I've always thought it was just a rumor woven by the Alliance to undermine the confidence of the orcs.

There was a wave in the bottom of Kargas's heart, and the long-term victory had blinded him by the apparent strength of the orcs, making him firmly believe that the mighty orcs were invincible, not to mention the Grom Hell Roar, who was even more powerful than himself.

A wry smile of self-deprecation tugged at Kargas's face.

The cheers of the Union soldiers woke the two in thought.

Karl stood in the middle of the field, the crimson was shaking with the wind, like a huge and sharp sword, scanning everyone in the tribe with the cold sword light that emanated, every orc who was swept involuntarily lowered their heads, only the warrior of the Broken Hand Clan who had just arrived, responded to Carl's gaze with fierce eyes.

"If you feel unfair, you can let your clan go with you!"

Carl's tone seemed to be understated, the people of the Broken Hand Clan are all psychopaths, in fact, only a small number of them escaped from the Ogre Arena, that is, only the people who originally escaped from the arena are the ones who have really lost their left hand.

They formed the original Broken Hand Clan, which spread atrocities wantonly under the leadership of Kargas. Orcs who want to join the clan must prove to be fanatical enough to inflict pain without hesitation—even their own. The first thing all orcs who join the clan do is cut off their left hand and equip it with a sharp blade.

The Broken Hand Clan has always been the most unruly of the tribal clans, and unlike the equally arrogant Thunder King Clan, their rebelliousness is a cruel, berserk. You can imagine what will happen to their enemies if they don't hesitate to give up one of their arms in order to join the clan and be proud of it.

The Broken Hand clan of Kargas had no territory at all, and like vultures chasing carrions, they would go wherever they could cause pain, and they existed to inflict all kinds of brutal violence, enjoying every moment of the process.

In the original history, Kargas and his Broken Hand clan were stationed in the Hellfire Fortress of Draenor, where they were brutally abandoned by Neozu, and then the demon hunter Illidan came to the Outlands - the Broken Post-Draenor, Kargas and his Broken Hand clan became Illidan's slaves, and rushed to the Alliance to go on another expedition, and Kargas was brought to end his sinful life.

The Shattered Hand Clan is a truly bloodthirsty group of lunatics compared to the other orcs, and now that they're in Azeroth, Cal doesn't mind cleaning up these potential threats, not for anyone, but for the poor innocent civilians.

Karl's contemptuous words made Cagaston furious, a defiance of the fruit and an insult to the broken hand.

Ignoring Orgrim's obstruction, Kargas shook off Orgrim, ignoring the blood spilling from his mouth, holding a cruel hook in his right hand, and still dragging the heavy blade in his left hand, and walked up.

"You're a formidable opponent, I admit it." Kargas's face was still in pain from the damage to his internal organs, and he stared at Carl with a hideous and angry face, "But that's not a reason for you to insult us at will!" ”

Kargas raised his blade and pointed it at Karl.

"I said that as long as you can enjoy your pain, no one can compete with you!" Kargas said calmly, more like expressing his determination to the warriors of the tribe, "I, fearless! Human, I'll show you - Broken Hand, the true meaning of the name - ! ”

The orcs of the tribe seemed to be infected by the heroic Kargas, and there was a fighting spirit in their eyes, and Orgrim's heart was happy, but then it dimmed, and he knew that it was too late. He was not disappointed, on the contrary, he was glad that the warriors of the tribe had not really lost the courage to fight, as long as they could survive and wait for the arrival of a great leader one day, they would rekindle their fighting spirit and create the legend of the tribe's re-emergence.

"Well said, but pointless!" Karl fought the Kargas and the tribe mercilessly, there was no sympathy, the enemy is the enemy, and the ancestors of China told us thousands of years ago that the lesson of raising tigers was a problem.

"Ahh Kargas finally couldn't help but roar, and rushed at Karl with the blade and hook in his hand.

Karl stood there, his naked, naked contempt in his eyes, which made Kargas's anger rush to the top of his head, and he swore in his heart that even if he died here, he would tear off a piece of flesh from this hateful creature.

The sharp blade reflected a dazzling light in the sunlight, and with the whistling wind slashed at Karl's chest, Karl remained motionless, and Kargas's face showed a hint of joy: What an arrogant guy, do you really think I am so vulnerable.

The blade slashed into Karl's chest as he wished, and the soldiers of both the Alliance and the Horde let out an exclamation in unison.

Kargas's smug smile had just floated on his face, and then it froze again, replaced by a look of shock and impossibility.

The blade that had easily torn apart the bodies of countless enemies struck Carl, but there was no sign of pain on Karl's face, and Kargas realized how ridiculous all his actions seemed to be that the invincible blade had not done any harm to this hateful human.

Occupied by shock and humiliation, Kargas barely thought as he swung the crook of his right hand towards Karl's head.

Carl smiled wickedly, did you really think I was standing for you to cut. He just saw that Kargas was already seriously injured by his full punch because of the light enemy, and at this time, Kargas could not exert his true strength at all, and he was forced to bear Kargas's blow, which not only hit Kargas's confidence, but also made the orcs, who had lost their fighting spirit, have a deeper understanding of Karl's invincibility.

He has no masochistic tendencies, letting Ya slash for nothing is already giving you face, the hook that slashed at the head was easily held by Karl, Karl shook it hard, Kargas could no longer grasp his weapon, in the surprised eyes of the soldiers, the hook was snatched by Karl, and then simply blocked the blow of Kargas's left blade as if he were drinking water.

It's so easy.

Both the soldiers of the Alliance and the warriors of the Horde felt too easy for Karl to lightly repel Kargas's attack, and the wounded Kargas was no match for Karl at all, and some even turned their heads to the side, unable to bear to look any further. (To be continued.) )