Kargas stood in front of Orgrim, dropped the licking blade from his mouth, and glared at the Great Chief with disappointment and disdain.

Turning around, his blood-red eyes glared at Lothar, and with a flick of his left hand, the flesh on the blade flew to the ground, spilling a string of plum blossoms.

"You want us to lay down our arms?!"

"Ask us to surrender on the spot?!!"

"Let us beg for your forgiveness?!!!"

Kargas's roar grew louder and louder, and his face became more and more distorted, until finally he became as hideous and terrifying as the devil.

"We are a tribe! We are orcs! We are the most powerful race in Draenor! ”

"The mighty Ogre Empire is falling apart under our blades, and Golon, who is several times stronger than us, is only our prey! We have conquered the Draenei who profess to be righteous and Light! We unify Draenor! ”

Kargas's eyes turned red like blood, and his sharp eyes shot at Lothar like blades.

"There has always been—only orcs standing and dying, no orcs on their knees begging for survival, only cowards without bones would count on the forgiveness of their enemies, they are not worthy of orcs!"

"I know you're the leader of the Alliance's army," Calgas pointed at Lothar with the blade of his left hand, "If you're a true warrior, then fight me in a duel, I won't threaten you with wins or losses, and I won't beg for your forgiveness for them......"

"Heroic death in battle is the fate of a true warrior, and the true glory of a warrior!"

"Come on! Marshal of the Alliance, give me a real challenge! ”

Lothar was a little stunned, and was about to speak, but suddenly there was a figure in front of him, and seeing the familiar red cloak, Lothar stopped.

Karl looked at Karl with a slight smile and a hunger for battle, should you say are you heroic or reckless? As long as the current situation is a little intellectual, it can be seen that the tribe has lost hope of victory, and even if it is desperate, it is nothing more than to increase the number of casualties of the alliance a little more.

Orgrim is a smart guy, and because he is smart, he knows this very well, continue to fight, none of these warriors of the tribe will survive, he will not hand over the fate of the orcs to Naozu, even if Naozu is lucky enough to successfully open the portal to other worlds, but who can guarantee that other worlds will not be more dangerous and worse than this world.

He needs to leave a breath of vitality for the tribe, his friend Durotan's frostwolf clan is still hiding in this world, as long as the orcs here can survive, there is still a glimmer of hope for the tribe to rise again, otherwise......

In Kargas's heart, the orcs are the greatest and proudest race, and no one can make the orcs succumb, even those powerful Gorons are not taken as prey by the orcs.

Orgrim actually wanted to give up the dignity of orcs and surrender to these weak humans, which made Kargas, who was proud of being an orc, how could he endure it, so he stood up, he wanted to use a battle full of violence and blood to arouse the souls in the hearts of orc warriors, inspire their will to fight, and fight to the death against the enemy!

That's what a real orc should do!

"You want a challenge?! You want to die heroically?!! ”

Karl said softly, a hint of amusement in his tone, but he couldn't hide it.

"Who are you? I'm going to duel your generalissimo, you're not qualified enough! If you want to save your life, get out of the way! ”

Kargas was a little surprised by the sudden appearance of Karl, but he had been entangled by Kudran and did not see the battle on the other side, and when he finally arrived on this side, the Alliance and the Horde had just stopped fighting, and he happened to hear Orgrim's words about to give up resistance.

So, the ignorant are fearless! In his opinion, this is nothing more than a loyal warrior who is willing to fight for his leader.

Most of the Coalition soldiers froze, but a few quickly came to their senses and looked at Kargas with incredulous eyes.

Marcus and Wendsol, good friends, even laughed.

"What is this guy going to do, our god of war is not worth mentioning in his eyes?!!"

"He must not have woken up yet! Bless the poor fellow with the Light, he certainly didn't see the scene of Lord Karl's previous battle. ”

Marcus looked at the proud Kargas and nodded approvingly.

"This guy should be the new clan leader of the tribe, and he has no idea how powerful our god of war is! There's a good show to watch now. ”

Wendthor said with a 'pity' expression on his face: "He definitely doesn't know Lord Karl, maybe he has heard of Lord Karl's battle deeds, but looking at his proud appearance, most of them think that it was bragging about it by the orcs!" ”

Marcus had a surprised expression on his face and looked at Wendsol: "How bad this guy's character must be, look, so far, there hasn't been an orc to remind him what kind of existence he is facing!" What a tragedy! ”

"Maybe those orcs just didn't want to say it, and they just scared him to the ground......"

Wendsol said calmly, Marcus stared at Wendsol, and then the two looked at each other, and at the same time turned their heads to look at Kargas, who was showing off his might there, thinking that Lao Tzu was invincible in the world, despite still being on the battlefield, threw away his shield and long sword and hugged each other and laughed, and kept hammering each other's backs with his hands, and even tears flowed from his eyes.

The corners of Carl's mouth twitched, and he listened to the words of Marcus and Wendthor without a word, this was really two teasing, a good duel scene, giving these two guys a distorted guess, making Carlton cry and laugh.

"No more nonsense, Kargas! There is a way in heaven that you don't take, and there is no door to hell, but you want to break in! Today next year is your death day! ”

Cal said something incomprehensible to the people of Azeroth as he walked towards Kargas.

Kargas didn't know what Carl meant, but he probably knew what it meant with his tone.

"Since you're looking for death yourself, then it's no wonder to me, just use it as a warm-up before the duel!"

Kargas looked at Karl contemptuously and stood there motionless, seemingly intending to be generous enough to let Carl attack first.

"Human imps, use your strength, or you won't have a chance!" Kargas said in a charity-like tone to Karl, who was slowly walking towards him, "Take a good look at this beautiful world, this will be your last moment, or do you have any last words to say?" ”

"Last words?" Karl looked at Kargas playfully, who was looking at Karl with pity: "Look, how kind I am, in order to satisfy your desire to fight bravely, I have given you even time to say your last words."

"That's something you should think about yourself, but ......"

Karl suddenly accelerated, like a mage's flash spell, and the whole person seemed to penetrate the space, and suddenly appeared in front of Kargas, and the huge fist pierced the air, making a 'pop' explosion.

The contemptuous smile on Kargas's face froze instantly, becoming the same horror as when he was captured by the ogre, however, everything happened so quickly that the instinct of battle was ahead of his brain, and Kargas's left hand was raised, and the wide, heavy giant knife was in front of his chest.

"Bang!"

Kargas felt a force in his chest that he had never experienced before, and then his body became slight, and the young human was getting farther and farther away from him. He finally knew how the Ogre Captain he had seen before had flown up.

Kargas didn't fly far, the orc warriors behind him who were originally indifferent to the play became his meat shields, Kargas slammed into the human wall, and the whole two teams of orc warriors were knocked to the ground by Kargas with a violent impact, and fell into a ball, the two orc warriors in front of him unfortunately returned to the arms of their ancestors, and the others were injured and lying on the ground groaning. (To be continued.) )