As the sun set and the stars shifted, Azeroth ushered in its beautiful and bright night as the full blue moon of the twin moons gently leaped into the sky, and the white moon shyly did not yet fully peek its cheeks out of the mountain peaks. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Because of the light of the double moon, there is little need for illumination at night here; It's still hard to read in the wild, but it's also a wide field of vision.

The orc camp at the foot of the Blackstone Mountain fell silent, and most of the orcs fell to the ground with their weapons in their hands, and soon fell asleep profusely.

But some orcs are still awake.

Around a bright campfire, a dozen orcs sat in a circle around it, and behind them, several orc warriors watched vigilantly, holding their weapons.

This is the camp of the Blood Cave Clan, and all the people gathered here are members of the Blood Cave Clan, led by their chief, the old and cunning Kilrog? Dead Eye.

Each chief of the Blood Cave Clan sacrifices their left eye to the Ancestral Soul, and through this ritual, they can see the future of the clan and themselves.

Kilrog was no exception, wearing a black patch on his left eye and a blood-red glow on his right.

Even though Kilrog is old now, no orc chief dares to despise him, Orgrim? The Hammer of Doom is no exception.

The chief of the Blood Cave Clan, when he was young, was so ruthless that he even killed his father.

"This can't just be settled, the trolls have to pay the price!"

A bloodcave orc said.

"Yes, Orgrim wants to shield the trolls, but we won't agree!"

Someone responded.

"Let's go kill all the trolls!"

A young bloodcave orc shouted excitedly.

"Be quiet! Kill all the trolls? No, Orgrim wouldn't agree. ”

Some of the Blood Cave Orcs are quite sane.

"Phew, Orgrim isn't our chieftain."

The hot-blooded bloodcave orc seemed to be disdainful of Orgrim.

"It's impossible to kill all the trolls, we only have one clan, and those trolls, they're powerful."

Some of the Blood Cave Orcs analyzed the feasibility of "killing all the trolls" from the perspective of strength.

"We can ask other clans for help."

Some of the Blood Cave Orcs suggested.

"Looking for whom? The Dragonthroat Clan is a group of old-fashioned old-fashioned, the two cubs of the Black Fang Clan...... Orgrim killed their father, but they did what he said. ”

A bloodcave orc said hatefully.

"How about finding us from the Fireblade Clan?"

A voice abruptly interrupted the bloodcave orcs' conversation.

"Who!"

Kilrog snapped.

The old chief had been listening to his people quarrelling, and he was accustomed to finding the support he needed in these quarrels.

However, this sudden voice made Kilrog wary - he was familiar with none of the bloodcave orcs present, but the voice ......

"Caldara, what are you here for? This is the camp of the Blood Cave Clan. ”

Kilrog stood up and shouted into a shadow.

The other bloodcave orcs all stood up and stood in front of Kilrog - no matter what the other clans said, they respected their chief and were willing to fend him off.

"Get out of the way!"

Kilrog shouted.

As the chief of the Blood Cave Clan, he easily does not fight with people.

The fate of Blackhan the Destroyer was not a lesson for Kilrog, who had seen too many wise chiefs ruined in the spur of the moment in his long career.

However, a truly good chief will not hide behind his people when danger comes, not to mention that they are not facing an enemy now, the other party is also an orc.

"This is the camp of the tribe, Kilrog. Ever since Blackhan founded the tribe, there has been no distinction between clans. So I can come when I want to come, and I can go when I want. ”

Caldara stepped out of the shadows, his sturdy figure shadowed even more in the light of the campfire and the moonlight.

"If there is no clan distinction, then why do the Blackstone Orcs live in tents, while my clansmen can only be in the wilderness?"

Kilrog was dismissive of Caldara's words.

There are many careerists who want to unite the orcs together, but who can really do it? Blackhan the Destroyer can't, Gul'dan can't, Orgrim? Neither can the Hammer of Doom.

"What does it matter, it won't rain here."

Caldara said.

"If you're here to tell jokes, you can go back now."

Kilrog squeezed out of his people and stood opposite Caldara.

"Of course I'm not joking, I'm here to help you out."

Caldara said.

"How to fix it?"

Kilrog's one-eyed gleam flashed red, and he knew what Caldara was referring to.

Could it be that the Fireblade Blade Blade Saints are going to meddle in the affairs of the tribe?

"Solve it with this."

Caldara's hand reached for his waist.

The Blood Cave Orcs suddenly became nervous, and they raised their weapons one after another.

Unmoved, however, Caldara took it upon himself to remove something from his waist and threw it at Kilrog's feet.

"What is this?"

Kilrog frowned and looked at his feet, but was stunned.

The old chief of the Blood Cave Orcs looked up in disbelief, glanced at Caldara, and then looked down at the round thing.

Eventually, Kilrog chose to crouch on the ground, picked it up, examined it in his hand, and stood up.

"A troll's head."

Kilrog whispered.

He spoke to his own people.

"What?"

"Trolls?"

"This thing...... Could it be that ......?"

The Blood Cave Orcs began to discuss, and the scene became chaotic for a while.

"Shut up!"

Kilrog's words silenced the bloodcave orcs, but there were still a few young orcs peeking at the troll head in Kilrog's hand.

"Take it."

Kilrog casually tossed the troll's head to one of his own people, then walked forward.

"We've got something to say, you all stand back."

Kilrog said to his people without looking back.

Some of the bloodcave orcs were worried about Kilrog's safety, but at the orders of the old chieftain, they could only hold the troll's head and retreat.

"What's going on?"

Kilrog asked solemnly, standing across from Caldara.

Despite his advanced age, Kilrog straightened up at this time, and was not much shorter than Caldara.

"I killed him and cut off his head. If you like, you can cut a piece of skin off his head. Isn't he doing this to your people? ”

Caldara said lightly.