Licking and Licking, Cooking, Drinking, Fighting, Fighting, Drinking Ω, Drinking

"Ahh Grom let out a big sneeze, and he wiped his nose, but he didn't blow out his snot - think about it, such a thing as being sick is too outrageous for a warrior - a good fighter will never get sick! That's a sign of cowardice, like his own waste-like son.

Grom carried his massive weapon, Bloodroar, and beneath his feet was a crimson land - yes, after more than a month of sea breeze, Grom and his warriors of the Warsong Clan had arrived in that new continent - and, of course, the waste of Zuherd's men, and......

There was a foul smell, and Grom felt an itch in his nose, and he turned - Tyrone Bloodfiend appeared behind him at some point.

"What are you going to do, Grom? It's a strange land, and we have almost nothing. The leader of the Death Knight said to Grom, who was more than a head shorter than Grom - after all, his current body was of a human being.

I'm going to cut off your head, and throw your stinking body back into the sea—Grom thought to himself, but didn't say it.

"Instead, you, Tyrone Bloodseeker, what are your plans? Now that Gul'dan is gone, will you and your men still be with us? "It's Zuhd who is asking, and he's coming this way.

Compared to a month ago, Zuhd has lost a lot of weight, his face is very poor, his eye sockets are deep, and even his steps are a little erratic.

As Grom said before, the food they carried was not sufficient; Tyrone Bloodfiend and his Death Knights don't need to eat, but the orcs do, and the goblin sailors...... In order for them to be able to complete this voyage, the orcs also need to provide them with the necessary food.

When food began to run low, Grom made good on his promise - he gave food to the Warsong Clan first.

Of course, Grom is not so ruthless, and he doesn't really give any food to the Dragonthroat Clan; What's more, in the past month or so, Zu Hed and his Dragon's Throat Clan have been practicing fishing skills, and they have been able to get some sea fish to relieve the pressure on food.

However, Grom really didn't have any food to the Blacktooth clan - Zuhd had to give some of his clan's rations to the Blackhan brothers and their men, and at the same time save as much as possible within his clan to make it to the ship dock - of course, during this time, Zuhead also endured the complaints of the Blackhan brothers, and although the two guys did not have the courage to protest to Grom, they always encouraged him to kill Grom in Zuherd's ear.

"What do you mean by that, Zuhed." Tyrone Bloodfiend's voice was as steady as ever, but the displeasure in his voice was palpable.

"Orgrim is defeated, and the expeditionary army has only returned you death knights; As soon as Grom and I returned to the camp, you were already standing with Gul'dan. Now that Gul'dan is gone, I just want to know, why didn't he take you with him? Zuherd's tone was full of sarcasm - like Orgrim, he believed that Tyrone Bloodfiend was Gul'dan's man.

"You are wrong, Zuhd. Gul'dan left without taking me with him, which is ample proof that my relationship with him is not as close as you think. Tyrone Bloodfiend explained—just as he had grown accustomed to the disgusting stench of his own, he was also accustomed to the other orcs treating him as a vassal of Gul'dan.

"Hmph, who knows if you have some other intentions to stay." Zuhd pouted. He didn't know what Gul'dan wanted to do, but it was this ignorance that made Zuhd even more afraid.

The last time Gul'dan decided to invade the world with orcs, the results were now out - tens of thousands of orcs were killed, and less than 10,000 remnants remained, and many were dead (Tyrone Bloodfiend and his Death Knights).

This time, Gul'dan mysteriously disappears; As long as he doesn't die in that endless ocean, no one knows what else he'll bring to the orcs.

"Zuhed, you're wrong." Tyrone Bloodfiend ripped off his hat, revealing his shrunken face that could see the contours of a human face, his voice as calm as ever, but still thrilled by his movements.

"Zuhd, though my body is a human being, it was Gul'dan who brought me back into this world after I had died; But unlike him, I still consider myself an orc and am always ready to sacrifice for this tribe. Tyrone Bloodfiend said.

"It's ridiculous, then why didn't you die with Orgrim?" Zuhd retorted with a smirk, he dismisses Tyrone Bloodseeker's words - anyone can say nice things, but when death comes, no one can face it calmly.

"You ......" Tyrone Bloodfiend's hand involuntarily reached for the staff behind his back - he wanted to teach the open-mouthed Zuhd a lesson.

"Shut up, both of you!" Grom's roar interrupted it all.

"Tyrone, go and gather your men; Go get that bunch of garbage under your command gathered up in Zuhed! If you two don't want to starve, do as I say, and we'll go deep into the continent to find something to eat. Grom commanded in high spirits.

It was evident that Grom was pleased with the new continent - the crimson soil reminded him of the world of Draenor - the color of the soil as if it had been moistened with blood, which made Grom's desire to kill even more intense.

"But...... What are they going to do? Zuhd pointed to the shore, where bands of goblin sailors were crouching on the ground with their heads clutched, and Grom's Warsong clan was guarding them.

As soon as the fleet landed, the poor little fellows were driven off the ship by order of Grom, and Zuhed did not know what Grom wanted to do, so he never asked; Now it seems...... Grom seems to have forgotten about these goblins?

"Oh yes, I almost forgot if you didn't say so." Grom admitted this as he waved his hand at his men from afar, "Kill them all!" ”

"Wait!" Zuhed stopped Grom, "Kill them, how are we going to leave?" ”

"Leave? Why are we leaving? Grom asked, glaring.

Zuherd opened his mouth—he didn't know if he had time to explain—he could stop Grom, but he couldn't stop the warriors of the Warsong clan on the beach, and in the blink of an eye, the goblin sailors were already bleeding—these little weak men, when the orcs slaughtered, didn't even make the slightest gesture of resistance—although it was pointless to resist, but it had to be said that this race was ...... Born unfit for combat.

"What if we can't get a foothold here? What if we need to go back to that continent later? How would we have crossed that sea without these goblins? Eventually, Zuhd spoke.

"Hmm......" Grom pinched his chin with one hand, and could tell that he was indeed thinking about the question that Zuhd had raised.

"For more than a month, I see that you and your group of wastes are still learning to fish very quickly." Grom suddenly burst out of nowhere.

"What...... What the? Zuhed didn't react for a moment - what was Grom talking about?

"Since you learn to fish quickly, you must learn other things quickly." Grom didn't care at all what Zuhead said. Said to himself,?