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"You're saying this troll is the one who killed my people and cut off their scalps? You killed him? Why? ”

Kilrog asked in surprise. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The old chief of the Bloodcave Clan knew that Orgrim had begged Zujin for the troll, but Zujin hid him in the middle of the troll camp.

Orgrim had also thought of using a strong force, but if he wanted to capture the troll, it would be impossible not to clash with a few hundred trolls.

And in the event of a conflict, the covenant between the two sides is really over.

Kilrog knew that a Fireblade Juggernaut was strong, but he didn't believe that Caldara would be able to kill among hundreds of trolls, not to mention that he would have time to cut off the head of the troll murderer.

And, even if he could, why would he take such a big risk to do such a thing? Caldara is not a Blood Cave Orc after all, he belongs to the Fireblade Clan.

"Why? Ah, this one, as I said before, we're a tribe, yes, that's it. We should be united. ”

Caldara said very noble things, but for some reason, always gave Kilrog a very unserious feeling.

"How did you do that?"

Kilrog put the other questions aside and asked the one he cared about the most.

"This"

Caldara hesitated for a moment and did not speak.

Seeing Caldara's appearance, Kilrog suddenly thought of something, and then he smiled.

Kilrog laughed ugly, the skin on his face wrinkled like a dried peel from age.

But who will laugh at him? He is the chief of the Blood Cave Clan, and no one has the guts to do so.

But Caldara has, as a young fireblade swordmaster, he doesn't know what fear is.

"You're laughing ugly, Kilrog."

Caldara said with a frown.

"What's the matter, I didn't become a chief by being pretty."

Kilrog said nonchalantly.

"It's not the troll, is it?"

Kilrog asked.

"You know everything?"

Caldara asked in surprise.

"You just found a random troll, killed him, cut off his head, and sent it to us, right?"

Kilrog asked.

Caldara didn't speak, but Kilrog knew he had acquiesced.

"Orgrim told you to do this? Then why didn't he discuss it with me first? ”

Kilrog was curious about this.

"Not Ogrim, it's my own thoughts."

Caldara shook her head, and it really had nothing to do with Orgrim's Hammer of Destruction.

"You?"

Kilrog's skeptical tone made Caldara feel embarrassed.

"What's wrong with me? Isn't that a simple thing to do? You just need a troll's head to appease your people. ”

"Does it matter if this troll is the troll or not? Aren't they all the same in our eyes? ”

Caldara whispered.

"That's what about Zujin? Have you ever wondered how he reacted? ”

Kilrog asked.

"It's okay, Zujin won't react. The orc invasion was the only chance for trolls to return to their homeland for thousands of years, and they wouldn't let it go. ”

"In other words, Zujin doesn't want to see a conflict between orcs and trolls more than we do, and his previous behavior has only been hard-mouthed."

Caldara replied.

"It's definitely not what you think"

Kilrog shook his head, determined.

"Why?"

Caldara asked curiously, of course this was not his idea, but how did Kilrog know?

"Since when did the Juggernaut of the Fireblade Clan stop being enthusiastic about fighting and instead study the history of trolls?"

Kilrog hits the nail on the head at once.

"This"

Caldara also realized that he was exposed.

He's an orc, not a troll.

Caldara was a Juggernaut rather than a scholar, and he wasn't very clear about the history of orcs, let alone trolls?

"Anyway, this matter is not Orgrim's order, I'll go first."

Caldara wanted to show his intelligence once in a while, but he was unexpectedly exposed by the cunning Kilrog.

This made Caldara a little embarrassed, and he was not interested in saying a lot of things that he wanted to say.

"Well, whoever it is, he's a smart guy indeed."

Kilrog said.

"Isn't that hard to think of?"

Caldara didn't think it was a difficult thing to do.

"The whole thing is not hard to understand, but hard to think of"

Kilrog shook his head.

The old chieftain had always boasted of his superior intelligence, but he did not expect to be helpless against this time.

Kilrog, of course, didn't want the tribe to be divided, and he didn't want his clan to clash with the Blackstone clan.

But Kilrog was old after all, and he could understand the feelings of the young orcs in his clan, and understand their desire for revenge.

Aging makes people weak, and Kilrog may be more cunning than he was when he was younger, but he is somewhat soft-hearted.

Suffice it to say, if Caldara hadn't brought this troll's head, Kilrog didn't know what would have turned out in the end.

"Say thank you to that guy for me."

Kilrog said to Caldara.

"No, I don't think he would like to hear about it."

Caldara waved his hand in a dashing manner, then turned and left the territory of the Blood Cave Clan.

Kilrog stood still, watching the Blademaster leave, knowing that he had disappeared into the shadows farther away, before turning back to his own people.

"Chieftain this"

A young bloodcave orc carefully held the troll's head, and he didn't know what to do with it.

"This is the murderer who killed our compatriots, and he hung him on the battle flag of our Blood Cave Clan and planted him at the camp gate."

"Let those guys, whether orcs or trolls, know that the orcs of the Blood Cave will return blood for blood."

Kilrog commanded.

"Yes, Chief!"

With an excited look on his face, the bloodcave orc ran with a few of his companions to carry out the mission that Kilrog had given him.

"Chief, that Blade Swordmaster"

There are elderly Blood Cave Orcs who feel that something is wrong, why would the Fire Blade Clan help the Blood Cave Clan? They don't usually have a good relationship.

"I know what you're trying to say, but don't worry."

Kilrog waved his hand and looked up at the bright twin moons in the sky that still made him feel palpitations.

"In this strange world, the orcs must unite if they want to survive and make this our new home."

Kilrog said suddenly.